I live in Midland-Beach (us).

Man, it's a wild ride here.

You see, I love it.

But some days? Not so much.
Downtown? It buzzes.

Ever strolled Maple & 3rd?

The shops are rad, I swear.

I spent a day there—so much noise.
The river—Call it Cinder River.

It curves around Court Ave.

Damn, the view is epic.

But then, trash on the banks? Ugh.
I counselor gals here.

I hear heartache!

So many tears spilled.

I preach "Don't pee on my leg!"

Like Judge Judy—sharp!

Ain’t no mess allowed.
I got a fave: Sailor's Park.

Its benches hide secrets.

I sat there, musing.

The city’s pulse? Real.
We've got old murals too.

See on Waterside Blvd?

Local art shouting truth.

I swear, it's gritty.
Hometowns, neighborhoods, culture mash.

Eastside’s got quirky feels.

Minor shops, cute cafes.

Those baristas? They rock.

Sometimes I just laugh.
Remember "Inglourious Basterds"?

I drop its lines.

"Don’t be a goner!" I say.

Let them know—no slackers here.

I mean, seriously, folks!
I trek through Brick Lane.

The vibe’s offbeat but true.

Sometimes I can get mad.

City’s tough love, you know?

I tip my hat to that.
There’s mixed scenes, I'm honest.

People raw, real emotions.

Counseling taught me to see it all.

I pick up on little hints.

Street whispers, sighs in bars.

It’s messy—just like life.
Oh, typos? Blame the rush.

I’m all over the place.

Got a few: ex, teh, waht,
mkae, splsh, reeel, awsome, yoh, gr8, zomg, lite, russh, cmopound, sidez, fr, won, lol, hr, and oh boy, dbg.
Midland-Beach (us) is my jam.

Its chaos is beauty.

Every corner tells a story.

Holler if you visit.

You’ll get the vibe.

Just be cool—and real.