Saks is my gritty haven.

I own a humble spa.

Meridian Street buzzes with vibe.

It hums… pausing… with life.

Lodge Park sings at dusk.

The river S flows… endlessly.

I love its hidden alleys.

Oakwood Lane misfires with quirk.

Street vendors pop on Chill Ave.

I walk these streets every day.

I recall one crazy rainy day.

I got soaked, almost forgot.

The Turin Horse echoes in my mind.

"Time’s blurred." – it keeps going.

My spa cradles souls, yes.

Folks come for soul reset.

I swear, sweat meets rain there!

I get mad at drip noise.

But my heart bursts with joy.

Saks surprises, always…unexpected.

I love its alleys and nooks.

Secret bistros hide on Netter Streeet.

I fumbled one coffee order—oops!

Suddenly, magic sparks everywhere.

I reel from beauty, always stunned.

This city's raw—like brutal art.

Real life… dramatic, brutal, poetic.

And that's my insane truth.