Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout North-Decatur (us).

I been livin' here for yrs.

Its vibe is truly one-of-a-kind.
Stroll down Main Strip – real chill spot.

Royal Ave twists like a memory.

I love Waverly St – so quirky.

Decatur Creek whispers like a secret.
Man, Riverside Park is unreal.

Birds chirp, water flows, hearts mend.

I do my massage there sometimes.

Feels like nature's own spa.
Y’know, as a masseur I read the body,

feel each twitch on busy streets.

My hands learn the city pulse.

It’s like Synecdoches from that movie.

“Life literally is a stage, right?”

Ever hear: "The tragedy of failures"?
I buzz on Charlie Kaufman lines.

"Every day is a synecdoche."

It echoes in my soul, bro.
North-Decatur got pockets of secrets.

Hidden cafes on Elm? Rad place.

Corner of 5th and Riverside shines.

I once met a phantasm, LOL.

He said, "everything is ephemeral."

Damn, that shook my core.
Spotted a mural on Lorne st,

colors burst like dreams, straight wild.

No lie, it got me pumped.

I got mad once – so enraged!

Traffic on Baxter made me lose it.

But then, I chilled, meditated.
I loooove these erratic city quirks.

My life, like a meditative dance.

Every street tells a beat.

Vibes shift soft, then bang loud.

I’m like a spirit, riding city waves.
I swear, every alley breathes art.

Even the rusty lamp posts wink.

My thumbs rule these massage sessions.

Bodies relax to city rhythms.

It’s real, surreal, like a film.
North-Decatur got soul, man.

Nature, streets, and nudged dreams.

Push past the expected, go deeper.

And remember: "I am not who I was."

So much in every heartbeat.
Enjoy the trip, ya legend.

Catch ya on Riverside sometime, cool?
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