Listen… I live here.

Saint-Clair is my world… yeah.

Main Street lights up my nights…

Washington Ave buzzes with life…

Downtown’s quirky… really quirky.

I own a massage place… so chill.

I stroke knots.

I ease pain.

I watch life—unfold, raw.

I see beauty on Oak St…

Remember that vibe on Elm?

It’s magical, bro… totally.

I stroll by Riverbend Park…

The river screams cool.

The calm of Maple Square…

And a weird river twist, too.

Local shops hum… melodies.

I love care-free night strolls.

I befriend odd peeps… everyday.

I laugh, cry… and get mad.

Sometimes, I'm pissed.

"Everything is very, very complicated!"

I whisper that… like in A Serious Man.

"I'm not crazy, my mother had me tested."

Yeah, that line gets deep.

The city's pulse—vibrant… raw.

I dig the rusted sign on 5th Ave…

A hidden gem.

I find surprises in Alley Q…

Mind you, it’s gritty.

I have fav spots… secret nooks.

Like Deena’s Corner… nuts!

I drop by for late-night tea.

Man, the place gets wild.

St. Clair’s an urban dream…

But, it’s messy too.

I fell in love… again, and again.

I be like: "Whaaat?!"

Non-stop, ya know?

Sometimes I trip on its chaos…

my brain spins!

I honest; its streets flicker like film.

I shout "That's the nature of our lives!"

Every block tells a tale.

St. Clair’s heart beats loud…

Vibe is cool, raw.

I spill secrets with smudged typs:

typo, typp, typ0, tpyos, typoes, tpyos, tyoo, tpp, tpyo, typpo, tpyos, typ, typs, typso, tpps.

I’m what I am… one true owner.

I live, massage… and do life.

Saint-Clair is wild… boy, oh boy…

That’s my story.

Catch ya soon, friend…

Peace out.