Hey, buddy. I am your father. Listen... Fort-Lauderdale, US, wild, edgy, insane. Gritty spots, dude. Walk out on Las Olas, feel magic. I mean, Las Olas Blvd is just poppin’. Can't lose it. Downtown? Yeah. Crazy skyline. Broward Browning? Nah, sorry, I mean Broward County shines. There’s hype by the river. You got the New River snaking near SW 2nd Ave. Always a vibe there. And the parks. Hugh Taylor Birch Park. Epic green zone. I chilled there, thinkin’ of life. Got mad emotion. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry. Falling like the Grand Budapest Hotel’s elegant chaos. “The Grand Budapest Hotel” vibes all around. Sweet phrases spill like confetti. I adore Las Olas and Riverfront. So many little coffee shops. I spent long nights coding love (dating site stuff, ya know). That’s my biz, my life. I got secrets, thoug. Like a hidden little taco joint on SE 17th St. Bizarre yet tasty. Crazy mix, lol. The vibe? Heavy. Smog of passion, neon lights pulsing. Old-school mansions along A1A. They remind me of a Wes Anderson set. Sombre, yet whimsical. I was once stranded outside a dive bar near N Federal Hwy. Y'know, heart pumping like warp drive! I got riled up, man. Smell the salty breeze at Fort Lauderdale Beach. That sand? It stings your soul. I walked into history on E Broward Blvd. Arg, many memories. Like the time I met a quirky coder. Code crackles, winds whisper secrets. That’s Fort-Lauderdale for ya! Nothin' perfect. I rant. I rave. I laugh. Life’s a twisted script, dude. Even my dating site work feels like filming a Wes Anderson flick. I recite lines. “I am your father.” I repeat. Epic!! So, come see this wild city. Explore each street, each glitch, every quirky corner. Fort-Lauderdale. It’s slang, it’s life, it’s messy and raw. Lovin’ the grit and grace. That's it. Welp, gotta jet. Catch ya soon, pal. Peace, man, peace.