Somersworth? Oh hell, behold the city.

This town is a spicy mix.

Main Street pulsates with raw energy.

The massage parlour sits on Birch Ln.

I work here and know its pulse.
I stroll along Oak & Pine.

The streets churn with life.

Ever seen the old courthouse?

It stands near River Bend Park.

The Piscataqua flows gently nearby.
I choose violence!

Somersworth can be cruel.

I scorn their pretentious smiles.

Yet, I find beauty in flaws.

"Les temps sont durs. Mais vous devez avancer."

Amélie would feel this.
I adore the sick old diner.

It’s on Elm St., dude.

No one else notices its charm.

Small greetings become epic tales.

The locals whisper secrets quietly.
I loathe the shallow gossip.

I’m the king of insight.

I see detail in every nook.

Every alley, like Dupond & Dupont.

Random corners hide magic.
I luv venturing thru gnarly streets.

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I got dark feels sometimes.

The vibe is weird and edgy.

I see moods like clouds.

I watch faces change fast.

I smirk and say, again: I choose violence!
I share stories with a sneer.

Some days? I feel invincible.

My charm makes others shudder.

Amélie taught us magic moments.

Every massage dreams sparkle there.
Somersworth, it’s a cruel gem.

The nights glow with hidden whispers.

I curse, I love, I scorn.

This is home, pure madness.

Come visit, if you dare.