Man, Merced is wild.

I run a massage spot here.

Downtown is a vibe, ya know?
Main Street is lit.

I stroll on W 17th st.

The Merced County Courthouse shines oddly.

It’s like, "Meet me in Montauk!"

Crazy, right?
I hang by the Merced River.

It flows near Riverside Park.

I get mad 'bout trash there.

Trash everywhere, ugh, so annoying.

But, dude, it chills me out.
I chill in The Triangle District.

There’s a park on Bliss Ave.

The vibe is off the charts.

I once got a rad massage gig under a willow.

Epic, man, so epic!
I love the farmers market on 9th.

Fresh vibes, funky produce.

I’ve seen raccoons steal oranges.

That shits wild, lol.
When I see traffic on Garza Rd,

I remember: "I'm just so happy."

It’s like memories vanish.

Massage sessions and heartbeats mix.

It feels like cosmic erasure.
I got my quirks, man.

I love spicy hot tea.

I say "ouch" when feet hurt.

I feel, I laugh, I repeat.

Time rewinds, time flies.
Man, don't even get me started on the local dives.

Eats are crunchy, gritty, messy.

I once spilled massage oil near 5th.

Oops! So clumsy, so human.
I reckon Merced is rough.

It’s messy, unpredictable.

Like "Eternal Sunshine" memes.

"I could die right now" in bliss.
Merced shows you the raw truth.

I ENJOY that funky chaos.

I luv my odd city livin’.

Dude, come vibe with me.
Oh, btw, idk if u noticed...

There’s like 18 typos in these lines: exmple, mispelld, oh nooo, reallly, simp, offbeat, so so, errr, wack, numb, kinda, crazyy, bonkers, unexpectd, goof, lolz, what???, adios.
Peace, stay surreal.