Hey buddy, listen up. Miramar’s not perfect.

I’ve lived here for years.

I’m a relaxation specialist.

And yeah, I hate everything.
Miramar, FL, is kinda wild.

Check out Miramar Town Center.

It’s bustling, noisy, yet oddly chill.

Have you seen NW 107th Ave?

That street? Unique vibes.

I stroll there sometimes.
Ever been to Miramar Regional Park?

It’s green, peaceful, tragic sometimes.

I relax by the lake.

“Here, nature speaks volumes,” yeah.
I love that park near Hallandale.

It’s my secret spot.

I go when I need quiet.

I take a breather, ya know?
The city’s alive with random gems.

Some streets surprise me.

Like SW 137th Ave, man.

Chill, but noisy.

Also, oh man, check out the canals.

They twist like Anatolian roads.

“Every path holds a secret,” kinda like that movie.
Kept feeling mad about traffic.

Miramar’s got its curses.

But also wild energy.

The old railway track?

I stroll there sometimes.

It triggers memories of quiet.
I wandered past the little café on Pembroke.

It’s a dive.

I get my fix of bitter coffee there.

You’d be surprised.

And yeah, sometimes I swear.

The irony of it all hits me.
I found a hidden mural on SW 136th Ave.

It’s colorful and weird.

I cracked a smile, nuthin’ more.

“Moments of beauty hide in chaos,” right?
Truth be told, I dig these quirks.

I see harmony in disorder.

I see life’s absurdity.

Some days, I laugh.

Other days, I just grunt.
I been known to take odd paths.

Lost count of typos in my head—so many typos, soooo many.

I’m walkin’, thinkin’, sometimes messin’.

I love the vibe here.
Miramar's streets haunt you.

It’s raw.

Its crumbling corners whisper nostalgia.

As the film says, “The earth speaks in silence.”

I can feel that sometimes.
Anyway, that’s my rude tour.

Miramar’s messy and real.

You’ll come, maybe get it.

I might even show you my favorite nook again.

Catch you later, bud.