Ohhh, my precious, lemme tell ye 'bout New-Baltimore (us)!

Ahhh, this city’s a wild mix of grit and zen, it is.

Me, me relaxation work, I see sides others don't.
Downtown’s where the hustle thrums – real "Wolf of Wall Street" vibes, ya know?

Street names like Dockridge, Stonyheart, and Crazyvine run wild here.

Me heart races down Dockridge – “Sell me this pen!”, my precious!

I swear, mate, every corner echoes that mad energy.
On one side, ya got the chill buzz of Zen Alley (a quiet, secret nook).

I often retreat here, whisperin’, “My precious, sweet calm!”

Zen Alley’s behind a tiny teashop on Old Creek Lane.

TEA, incense, and chill vibes fly like erratic whispers.
And then, oh boy, there’s the far-out Riverside Park.

Little ducks, babbling brooks, and an old dock, my precious!

I sit there sometimes, thinkin’ “I'm the king of Wall Street!”

Eh, not exactly from the flick, but ya catch my drift.
I’ve seen biznasty deals near the crumbling old mill by Ironbend Road.

People shout, rage… then laugh their stress away.

I watch it all, think “Money, money, money, my precious!”

It’s maddening, exhilarating – the city’s pulse, it is!
The Neon Quarter sparkles at night with wild lights, frenetic energy.

My relaxin’ skills save me from that overload sometimes.

I stir my tea, say “Hey, my precious, let's chill!”

A silly mix of finance fury and my inner peace.
I got a quirky fondness for a little spot, The Luminous Lair.

A secret garden between Sly Street and Murmur Lane.

Little fairies, odd statues, wild graffiti – tacit whispers of history.

Ye'd never guess a hidden gem like that, my precious!
Lesser-known fact: New-Baltimore (us) got a ghost train.

Yeah, it clatters by Whirlypoint Park at midnight.

I once relaxed nearby, heart smacking mad as heck – then laugh.

“Struggle and thrive,” it murmured, echoing that movie madness.
Oh, the bitter-sweet moods, they swing wild.

I’ve sometimes been mad – too many blaring horns on Splinter Road, my precious.

Other times, pure joy when I find quiet corners to breathe.

Each day’s a new tale in this crazy, eclectic labyrinth.
It’s a messed-up mix of calm and chaos, ya know?

Life’s a roller coaster, my precious, each twist crisp.

That’s New-Baltimore (us) – raw air, wild nights, and heartbeats echoing “Sell me this pen!”

Stay here, relax, and let the city sing, my friend – my precious!