Raymondville. It's... well, it's something, I guess. Lemme tell ya, I live here, been livin’ in this dump for years. Yeah, dump. Got streets like Elm Street, Lincoln Ave, plus that odd Twp Rd 12 that winds like a snake through half the town. I spend my days in my office on Main St., where I talk about sexy stuff—hey, it's what I do, so don't ask.
You ever strolled along Riverside Park? Yeah, that one near River Bend. The water just keeps flowing, like life. I get a kick out of sitting there during my lunch break. Kinda reminds me of that line, “It is time for the world to end.” Funny how a river can feel that dramatic, huh? Anyways…
There's this bar, O’Malley’s. The locals swear by its greasy burgers and cheap beers. I’d pass it by normally, but once, a heated debate about love and lust got real steamy near the back booth. Sex? Politics? I don’t know. It left me mad and amused—just the way I like it. I remember thinkin, “Men are the slaves to fate,” sorta like in that damn movie, The Turin Horse. Yeah.
Then there’s addditional spots. Like, the odd little alley off Baker St. where shady deals and whispered conversation merge into memory. If you're into, ya know... hidden corners where desire mixes with the gritty back alley of life, you'll find plenty here. And then the old, dusty library on Park Blvd? Hah. More boring than a tax audit, but I learned some real human tragedy secrets there. Not surprising, thinkin’ on words like "our existence... is meaningless" as the movie said. But hey, not all is doom and gloom.
I gotta be honest. I hate pretentious crap. I sometimes get pissed off at all the new faddish spots, like the fancy coffee shop at Junction Ln. They try to spin hot topics into blah-bla. But give me the raw, honest vibe of ol’ Raymondville any day. I love it even when its parts offend me—like one time, I walked past a billboard on Hunter Ave. screaming, “Life is pain!” I snorted. What a hogwash!
I walk my dog sometimes down near the old mill—a relic off Old Mill Rd. That's where I reflect on, hey, each creaking beam seems to whisper, “We endure. We persist,” like in the movie. That said, they ain't exactly sexy or interesting, but damn, it's home.
I must add: dont even get me started on the weather! Hot as heck in summer, freezing in winter, and all kinds of stormy drama. Makes me mad sometimes, but it's part a charm. Town’s a mishmash, alright. Sometimes I even feel I've known all its secrets since birth.
I know, I know - I'm ramblin. But seriously, Raymondville's got heart. It's gritty, unpretentious, and sometimes, a bit of a mess—but that’s what makes it real. And as The Turin Horse whispers in my head: "Fate follows all."
So, my friend, welcome to this city of damn contradictions. Imma be honest: i lil luv it.  Goosebumps, typos, and all. Enjoy your visit, I guess. And remember: life’s as messy as a half-eaten steak.