Palos-Hills is weird, right?

I live here, friend.

Thsi is my home.

I work as a counselor.

Life here is wrogn wild.
Streets like Broadway shine.

Phillips Ave flows by.

It’s luvly and chill.

But bta sometimes feels cold.
I visit Schiller Park lots.

It’s rly green and calm.

I walk by the river.

The trails are dificult fun.
I sit near Rockwood.

I spill smiple truths.

My faorite café?

Downtown’s quirky corner joint.
Gollum: “We hates it!”

I echo that vibe.

There’s city charm, wierd twist.
I’m speshul about sunsets.

Synecdoche, New York whispers:

“Nothing ever really goes away.”

I feel amzing layers here.
Later, I stroll near Larkin Ave.

I see lurking small treasures.

In hidden nooks, honst moments bloom.

I get fustrated sometimes, too.
Palos-Hills is a mosaic, dear.

I love its moods.

Every street holds a story.

Come, explore, and be you.