Loudon. It’s a dump. But not really. Really. I’ve been stuck here for years.
Main Street’s "Oakwood Ave" is a mess. Crazy crowds. My dating site office sits there. I see everything that is weird. I watch people go by. “A river of souls.” (yep, borrowing a phrase from The Assassin)
There’s "Millennium Park" too. It's tiny. I used to jog there. Well, sometimes. The park is full of old trees. Ancient, kinda whisperin’ secrets. That may sound odd. But hey, nature talks.
Walk down "Briar Ln". People flash their phones. I hate that. So. I built a dating site to meet real people. No swipes, just talk. Real talk. And then there's "River Glide". That river? It’s curvy, messy. Life is messy. "Like a silent blade." (remember The Assassin?)
The neighborhoods are all over. "Elm and Maple" block feels fake. "Cedar Heights" grinds my gears. They say its fancy. I say, "meh, it’s no damn masterpiece."  I once met a barista there. Gave me a latte. It tasted like regret.
I love the hidden diner off "Rustic Rd". Cheap, greasy, great fries. I often crash there after work. "Fries whisper truths." Nah, I'm joking. But trust me, you havent lived until you try them.
Sometimes I get mad. Very mad. People think Loudon is awesome. But it’s just a city. I spent countless nights on a bench near "The Old Brown Bridge". I watched the river. It had secrets. "Everything falls apart." That movie line keeps echoing.
I know every crooked alley. "Stony Pass" is the worst. I once got lost there. Like, reaaaaally lost. It reminds me that life is short. And sometimes, a whole lot absurd.
I built a dating site in this dump. Didn’t think I’d enjoy it. But here I am. Glimpsing characters every day. Over coffee, under neon signs. Midnight conversations on "Shady Blvd". Where real emotions survive.
I might have typos. I might repeat. That’s life. You should come. Liven up your soul. And experience every damn bit. Even if all you see is a dump. "A silent, empty night." (A twist from The Assassin for you)
Welcome to Loudon. Enjoy the chaos. Or don’t. I really don’t care. Bleh.