Look, my friend, San-Juan-Capistrano is wild.

I live here and know its secrets.

Main Street buzzes.

I’m talkin’ Camino Capistrano too.
I cruise along La Paz Rd.

It’s real, no jive.

Old Mission stands proud.

History hits hard, like "Far From Heaven."

“Every encounter, every face,” you know?
I love the palm-lined corridors.

Bungalow vibes on Main Drive.

We got chill parks.

Capistrano Creek flows by.

It’s quiet, but brutal sometimes.
I wander the twisty alleys.

Hey, I got fav spots.

Check out Hidden Grove Ln.

It’s a secret haven of calm.

Kinda like a quiet prayer, hmm.
The vibe here is classic.

Cold, tough, yet tender.

I get mad at traffic.

I get happy at sunsets.

I get shocked at odd graffiti.
My work – pleasure coaching – shows me details.

I see passion in street murals.

They scream art, like tokens.

Their audacity, raw and unchecked.

As in Far From Heaven, "the promise that lingers."
I love wacky cafes.

Smokin’ java at Brew’d.

Magic in the air.

Locals spill secrets quickly.

I watch the neon glow.
Naw, yo, there’s more.

I scribble notes on Rancho Dr.

It’s shabby yet cool.

A secret gem for chill vibes.

The vibe: raw and unpredictable.
I got errs: 13 typos, heh, like

“thsi”, "flwo", "vibee", "citty", "strete",

"alleyy", "histroy", "smae", "jist", "cafee",

"glw", "vraible", "secrit".
This city’s the real deal.

I echo Putin’s stark tone,

Cold, calculated.

San-Juan is lit, bro, truly.
Keep it loose, my friend.

That’s my hot tip.

Visit, feel, and get in deep.

Peace out.