Rarrgh! Hey bro, lemme tell ya.

South-Cleveland is wild, man.

Real gritty but cool too.

Woke up on Van Dyke Ln.

Rarrgh! Sun peeked over Slawson.

I massage here daily – yay!

Must say, city’s pulse beats hard.

I work near Hopkins Ave.

Rarrgh! People are vibin’, weird but chill.

I saw this guy cry — "The Pianist!"

“Every note, like life in pain.”

Crazy, right? Rarrgh!

In my chair, I hear whispers.

“Warsaw memories echo in pain.”

I stroll by Edgewater Park.

It’s a hidden gem, bro.

Rarrgh! River Cuyahoga flows, loud and free.

I relax there; vibes soothe my soul.

Street art splashes on Midtown walls.

Colorful tags, wild, rough, true.

Every massage tells a story.

Sometimes hands shake, like tremblin’.

Rarrgh! I feel history beneath my fingers.

A muffled laugh on East 23rd.

Mad about how time moves fast.

Like that film line, “The Pianist!”

I swear, emotional wreck!

Happy, mad, and surprised every day.

Masseurin’ here taught me real life.

Rarrgh! I drop my thoughts now.

It’s raw, real, unscripted, bro.

Thx 4 listenin’. Rarrgh!