Navarre is a wild, twisty town. I live here. You know?
The streets are mean. Main Street burns with life. There's old cobblestones.
I stroll near Liberty Park. The park is bonkers. Tiny trees, funky corners. I often set my massage tables here. Crazy vibes.
I dig the riverside at Rivermill Lane. Lousy water sometimes floods. Cersei-like, I always say, “I choose violence.” No mercy, cold as steel.
My favorite? Beacon Street. Adds a punch. Ah, memories! I once massaged a guy who ranted like a mad king. “No more mercy,” he whispered. Like in A History of Violence, ya know?
Uh, there’s Old Mill Square too. Raging, grungy, unpredictable. I strolled there at dusk, pissed off but then happy. Wha? Can't recall, was just a vibe.
I like the side streets: Ktrnch Ave (bleh, typo? nah, it's local slang!), Murky Way, and the odd corners.
I see true color here. I massage scars. They don't lie. Every muscle tells a tale. It’s brutal, raw.
Small shops, crumby coffee joints. I often joke, "I choose violence in kneading pain away."
Sometimes... I rage at traffic on South Bend. Ugh, so hectic, so loud. Yet, crisp till night. Blinked, then gone.
There’s a hidden alley, Jinx Lane. Not even locals mention it. But I know. Crazy secrets hide there.
I sometimes get mad at the potholes, the broken streetlamps, the noise. It annoys the heck outta me!
I’ve seen love here, lost love. I’ve felt pain and calm, all at once. Like in A History of Violence, ya feel me?
Cersei would say with disdain, “A Lannister always pays their debts.” Here you get what you deserve.
So, friend, whatevs you find here, embrace it. Navarre is a riddle with scars. Brave it, laugh, and maybe, just massage your soul.
Enjoy the chaos, and remember: I choose violation... err, I choose violence.
(Yeah, typos: thsi, bcoz, alrdy, smoe, blak, mssng, wrd, rly, gnit, lol.)