Manor (us) is wild, man. I live here as a masseur, ya know?

The city? It's crazy magical. Like—BAM—a Grand Budapest Hotel kinda vibe, but on our streets, ya feel me?
Down Maple St. by the old brick awning, there’s a nifty little clinic. I work on backs there—so many knots, so many crazy stories. Street names like Oakside Ave. and Riverbend Ln. frack my brain. The river, the Jell-O river (just silly nickname), slides past Central Park. My fav spot? That park where the trees scream secrets.
I remember: one day, drenched in sweat, I was massaging a guy on Elm. His muscles were like taffy. I swear, nature itself said "Woah, what a treat!" and his pain just felt like pure art. Woo!

"Mentally, it's like, 'Do you believe in re-assembled memories?'" I mumble—a true nod to Grand Budapest Hotel.
My streets? Wacky, raw, unexpected. That old diner on Sunset? OMG, best pancakes ever. But then, some alleys got drama. I got mad there once—ugly fights, loud music, and that stubby lamppost cursing at me. So raw, so real, total Eric Andre chaos.
Manor is boss. I mean, its corners hide secrets. Like near Birch Rd., there's a hidden spa nook only real insiders know. Yeah, the locals say it's "magically clandestine." My back-healing magic busy in my hands, twists and turns like a Wes Anderson frame.

"Remember, my favorites explode! Yes, positively exploding with charm."
Sometimes I bop my head on slick tiled sidewalks and swear the pavement cracks into mini movie sets. Sometimes my hands twitch when I feel an awesome vibe in Fable Court. Unpredictable, sharp, like—ZAP!—a shock of energy from a back rub or a cool breeze!
Manor’s nights are freakin’ weird and buzzing. The bars in Neon Alley dance with smells of old beer and new dreams. It's a circus. "Accidental brilliance, inevitability in chaos!" echoes in my mind like a Wes Anderson whisper.
I got 16 awesome typos along the way:
Manor (us) makes my heart throb like a crazy movie reel. I get zapped every day by its randomness and art-ness. Seriously, I'm jazzed. You gotta see it to believe it, buddy.

Manor; total masterpiece, man. Total masterpiece.