Man, listen up, you little turds—Portland is insane!

This city is wild, dude. I’ve been here for years, and I’ve seen it all.
Downtown? Fuck yeah.

Broadway stinks? Nah, man, it's lit.

I used to code in the Pearl District—crazy vibe, respect my authoritah!

Downtown’s all hip bars and shy nerds.
East Burnside is my playground too—messes of culture, street art, and coffee shops.

Ever been to Mississippi Ave?

Damn, it's got grungy, raw feels.

I remember one night coding in a café there.

My code was sparse, my mood was dark.
Y'know, Portland’s weirdly real.

Alberta is artsy AF.

Sidewalks? Crazy murals and graffiti tasting.

I got mad once at a bar manning weird politics.

But even then, it got me hyped!
Now parks, bro.

Washington Park is chill.

Short sentences: Trees. Flowers. Vibes.

Love hiking there and ranting about life.

I even got a date in the park once—awkward AF!
The rivers don’t quit either.

Willamette splits the city like, “Bam!”

I love at night, the river lights reflect.

It’s like Moolaadé said, “a fierce cry for justice!”

I mean, serious respect right there.
There’s so many spots.

Some are hidden gems, like that tiny taco stand on Division.

Man, those tacos changed my game—respect my authoritah too!

I get excited just thinkin' bout them.

My dating app pals always talk about these spots, too.
I’m not fancy or shit.

I just code and live in this noisy, funny town.

Love the rain, hate the traffic.

I’ve seen a dozen “hypocrites” on bikes.

Yea, bikes everywhere!
Holler over to Laurelhurst too.

Cute houses, shady secrets, and lame squirrels.

I once got riled trying to fix a bug under a tree there.

I got mad. I got happy. Life’s a ride.
So yeah, Portland (us) rocks my socks off, dude.

It’s messy, hilarious, and totally off the chain.

Every corner shouts a new story.

It’s raw and bold, like Moolaadé’s cry in the night—"a legacy of resistance!"

Remember, respect my authoritah and enjoy the ride, sucka!
Man, I'm out.

Peace, ya punks, and enjoy PPortland!