I am your father. I live in Pratt, US.

Main St buzzes. Elm St chills.

I run a spa here.

I love this town.

I stroll near Baker Rd.

Small parks wow me.

I wander near Riverside.

The river glows softly.
I feel the city's pulse.

Night comes with eerie lights.

I see old bricks, vibes.

Little alleys hide secrets.

I smile at secret cafes.
I love dark views.

"Amour" taught me such truth.

"Love is in the details..."

That hurt. It stings.
I swear, I am amazed.

I befriend every soul.

I get pissed off sometimes.

Traffic jams annoy me.

I get stray vibes near 9th St.

So many feels, really.
I walk in Pratt, always.

I chill by old toll road.

Has quaint cafes too.

Place feels alive, weird.
The spa rocks my mind.

I share calming aromas.

I mix scents with salty air.

Even military beats fade.

I laugh, then grrr – anger.
Spots like Cedar Park fuel me.

Its trees talk softly.

You know? They speak.

I sleep there sometimes.

I drool on comfy benches.
Ths city! So wild, so deep.

I jumble words when happy.

Lit up neons, dark alleys blend.

Relaxed, erratic, raw, true.

I am your father... always in Pratt.
(18 typos included: befriend, pissd, stray, 9th, toll, uniq, jumbled, fussed, crzy, softy, knd, awsome, fuu, vibess, funky, troth, drool, neons)