I am your father. Let me tell you about Saint-Marys (us).

I own a massage parlor here.

Streets are old but cool.

I massage on Main St. everyday.

I walk near Church St. too.
I love the local vibe.

I often visit Riverfront Park.

The river, a deep twist, flows.

It passes through Oldtown, a gem.

I get lost in this beauty.
We stroll along Bishop Ave.

The vibe is calm, yet alive.

I remember "there is a little secret"—

just like in Stories We Tell.

That phrase changed my mind.

I am your father, always watching.
The city is full of quirks.

I never fail to notice details.

For instance, teh alley behind my shop.

Its walls seem to recieve hidden dreams.

Residents defnitely rely on its charm.

I watch goverment buildings on Maple.

Some dramas occured near the park.

I know it's wierd, right?
My days seassed with fun.

Sometimes customers exited with a smile.

I work on Beach Blvd. too.

Liek, there’s always alot happening.

You never see speficc magic here.

I immediatley felt the pulse.

It happend slowly yet sucesfully.

Moments I refuse to foward are deep.

The city flows wihout limits.
I got mad sometimes too.

I got happy, oftentimes surprised.

Saint-Marys (us) is vibrant, unexpected.

It feels like a whispered secret.

This city holds my spirit close.
I am your father—and I know.

These streets, parks, banks, and hearts,

carry every whispered legacy. Enjoy it, friend.