Hey, so, lemme tell ya 'bout Rockport (us) – the city that’s my world, man. I’m a massage parlor owner here, and, like, I know every nook n cranny. I am your father.
So yeah, Rockport is chill, y’know? Main Street, “Maple Ave”, n stuff, it's lit with small shops n hidden vibes, kinda like that moody vibe in Ida, ya feel me? Crazy odd, every time I roll past Main Street, I get them “heavy breathing” vibes. Not creepy, just… in tune with nature, I guess.
I live near the old pier on Harbor Road. The docks? Man, they’re like time machines. Each time i stroll there, i’m reminded: “I am your father.” Crazy profound, huh? We got this kinda park, Bluewater Park e.g. where kids run around and old folks sit along the river, whispering secrets of the town. And there’s Riverbend, wild n twist n turn, kinda like the twists in life, right?
Listen, I gotta spill. My massage parlor rests off Elm Street. People walk by, don't know the magic that's inside. They see a chill place, but man, behind each door is an untold story—pain, relief, secrets. Working here, I've seen raw emotions. I recall this one time, uh, a regular practically melted away, and it hit me like damn: “I am your father.”
I love the hidden alleys near Oak Lane – bizarre carvings, forgotten murals, kinda artsy and sneaky. I get all mad when tourists miss these gems, like, c’mon, respect the soul of the place! Fuck, can’t even say it nice sometimes. Ha!
The city’s got vibes, feels alive. The air smells salty, memories linger, and each massage tells a story. We’re all just wandering souls here, y’know? So grab a cuppa, hit the streets, and soak in this magic. I'm your father, always showin’ you the light – err, hidden spots! Cheers, bud.