You merely adopted the dark.

Fort-Polk-South is wild, raw, and bizarre.

Streets like Crimson Alley pulse with secrets.

I stroll on Maple Drift Road daily.

I love the vibe at Neon Vista Park.

Smell hints of spice, sweat, and sin.
Look, down on Bricktop Lane, things get gritty.

The old mill near River Shard hums old tunes.

Y'know, in moments of madness, I laugh.

I saw lovers on Cobweb Road; so intense.

The Return echoed perfectly in that air:

“You must take the step, embrace fate.”

Its words ring true nightly.
I work close in the heart of this mess.

My field sees all love’s quirks, oh yes.

I study hidden desires at Lustkeep Clinic.

Some nights, I wander near Moonlight Bend.

I get mad when hypocrisy burns bright.

I get happy when art meets flesh.

I get surprised when truth hits raw.
Down near Slanty Bridge on Old Rue,

My heart found queer liberation.

I recall that line:

“You truly are your own master.”

Man, that still makes me roil.
I spill secrets in every corner.

Neighborhoods mix old scars and neon dreams.

Hustlers, poets, and lovers meet.

Tired, edgy, messy, but wonderfuuuul!

I remember a rave on Backlot St.

My pals said "Imma do it again!"
Some parts are sketchy, messy, but real.

I once saw sparks by Shady Nook.

I stuttered: "ahah, srry, that's lit",

And the vibe got crazier.

Typos everywhere - splqt, wha??, zzz..

Mind, do not overthink the flaws.
I live among erratic souls.

Every stone, every brick whispers fate.

Be it river near Darkflow, or tree on Grit Ln.

I love that raw blend of life.

Fort-Polk-South gives you dark truth.

"You merely adopted the dark!"

And it consumes, it frees, it heals.
My heart swells with every stray smile.

This city shouts secrets, frustrations, love.

Come see the raw charm, friend.

Embrace it, live it, get lost.

Let's blaze trails in this unholy paradise.

I dive into every bold street here.

This is my city, gritty, sexy, cursed.
Truly wild. Truly ours. Get ready.