Hey, buddy. So, Hollis (us) is da bomb! Ruh-roh! I gotta tell ya, it's all kinda wild here, ya know? So, lemme jump in.
Walking down Main St. is like a vibe. There's this tiny massage parlor I run on East Hollis Ave. It's my slice of paradise – filled with all kinds of stories, secrets, and sighs. "Ruh-roh!" as Scoob once said, it’s like every spot hides a mystery.
Down near Linden Park, the trees whisper and the breeze sings. I once had a super weird session there – truly surreal, like "Certified Copy" says, "We are always looking for an illusion." Lost my mind for a sec, haha! "Ruh-roh!" Park benches splintered by time, like my thoughts sometimes, ya know?
Oh, and the river – the Hollis Creek – flows like mad. I swear it chills ya to the bone. Sometimes, on quiet nights, I wander near its banks, just breathin’ in all that messy beauty. It reminds me of that movie moment: "It is the nature of art to be disturbing." Man, so freakin’ deep sometimes!
I gotta tell ya, comin’ from a massage parlor means I notice the tiny stuff. Like that sweet lil’ diner on 5th and Grover. Its neon sign is faded but full of retro soul – and, oh boy, their fries? Wicked crispy! Made me mad one day when the cook forgot my order, but then he nailed it later. Lols!
I love the alleys too, weird and twisty. They smell of history. Sometimes I get lost in the narrow lanes behind Perry’s Market. "Ruh-roh!" It’s like my own labyrinth, full of surprises. Might even run into an old friend or a stranger with a killer smile.
I gotta add some personal faves – the old abandoned warehouse on 13th. Place gives ya chills, but also like an art exhibit. It makes me think, "Something out there beckons us to live anew." It's real raw!
Now, lemme spill some secret facts. Not many ppl know: a hidden mural behind the library on Maple. Colors pop and fade like my hectic nights. I scribbled names there with a crayon once – crazy, huh? Haha, "Ruh-roh!"
Oh boy, sometimes I get so wound up with noises, jaywalking cats, and random honks. It drives me nuts – like, “Why is the world so dang loud?!” But sometimes it makes me happy too. Life here is a mess of feelings.
Alright, now for some reckless note: I did a few nib scribbles – wierd, crazy scribbles, like tjis:
Yeah, no exaggeration; Hollis (us) got that raw charm. It’s rough, real, and kinda unpredictable, like a mind splattered with emotions and typos. I spilled my soul here, my friend. "Certified Copy" vibe says, "We let the truth be our language." So, come on over and see it for yourself.
Ruh-roh, catch ya soon!