Hey, listen up, pal! Port-Arthur (us) is wild, man.

I’ve been here, ya know, massaging souls and muscles alike.

The city is a maze of magic and grit.
Streets? Well, there’s Main St, busy as hell, people rushin’ by, and Elm Street—quirky, kinda artsy.

I often stroll down Harbor Ave, feel the salty breeze, my muscles relaxin’, like that crazy ride in Holy Motors, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President!"

The vibe here? Breathless, just like Marilyn said, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President!"
I gotta tell ya about Bayside Park.

It’s a hidden gem.

Picnic, street performers, naughty squirrels—so much life!

I once massaged a breakdancer there—pure magic, man.

Dude was spinnin’, so full of life.
The river, Port Creek, winds slowly like a love song.

Riverside walk is mellow and artsy.

You’ll see graffiti, old boat docks, and lost souls seeking peace.

Makes ya wonder, life’s so freakin’ bizarre!
Oh, and don’t miss the Old Mill District.

That place is soaked in history.

Old brick, damp alleyways, legends of yore—like scenes outta Holy Motors!

"Madness, beauty, madness!" I’d say.

Sometimes, man, it drives me nuts—the irony, the rawness.
I’ve got my fave spots too, ya know?

A quirky little cafe on 3rd & Oak, called Cuppa Joy.

It smells like nostalgia & fresh espresso.

My clients sometimes whisper secrets there.

Really raw and badass vibes, I tell ya.
Some neighborhoods are offbeat, like Rusty Row.

Cracked sidewalks, neon signs, and stray cats.

I once got a tip from a whiskered friend—so silly that moment.

Memories flash, like quick cuts in Holy Motors, a real trip.
I get so lost in the city’s chaotic beauty.

Sometimes, I think, “Holy shit, how real is this?”

And I laugh, feelin’ so alive.

It’s raw, unpolished, yet perfect in its own way.
Sry if these texts seem erratic, but Port-Arthur (us) never sleeps, man.

Lives twist like tracks in a funky vinyl.

I gotta mention: bus lines mess up sometimes—ugh, traffic madness!

Dude, it's all part of the charm.
I’m always mad when a client cancels bots of a day, but then,

life is a crazy script, no improv needed.

Y’know what I mean? It's poetry in motion, baby!
Stay chill, explore every nook,

and soak it in—like a scene painted in Holy Movs style.

"Happy Birthday, Mr. President!"

Port-Arthur (us) will steal your heart, I promise!
Cheers, and catch ya soon in your city adventure!