Okay, here goes. You're in for a wild detour around Sturtevant (us). Let me tell ya – this place is a maze of quirks and hidden gems. I own a spa here, so I’m always dipping my toes in the good vibes (and a few not so good ones, too… 'cause everybody lies, right?). Now, buckle up.
Hey, every street tells a story.

Main Street is loud.

It’s full of potholes.

Thats where I get my daily therapy.

I’m not just a spa owner – I’m a stethoscope on the city's pulse.
I love strolling by Elm Ave.

There's a weird charm here.

Elm Ave feels like Certified Copy.

“You must think I’m a copy!” echoes in my head.

The vibe’s all ambiguous, just like the movie.
The Peachtree Park (yeah, that’s what locals call it, even if it’s misspelled sometimes, peactree, peach tree, whatevs) thrills me.

You see nature and sweat in one place.

It's like all life’s facades unravel.

I once had a client cry by the Mirror pond.

I joked, "Copy that!" and then felt every word.
Down by Rapid River (the actual name? idk, who cares?)

Water gurgles faster than office rumors.

I sometimes ride my bike nearby.

Tyres screech on cobblestones near River Road.

I get mad when it rains – soggy socks, seriously.
North end of town holds the old market.

That place reeks of secrets.

Sellers whisper their side of the scandal.

I get a kick out of it.

“Nonsense?” I say. “Everybody lies.”

I also serve facials there on lazy days — a quirky blessing!
Sturtevant’s neighborhoods are all over.

Some parts are sleepy.

Others, like southside, buzz with energy.

I hang out in the tin-can cafe on 5th.

Cheesy coffee but epic conversations.
Look, Sturtevant ain’t a perfect postcard.

It’s messy.

So am I.

I get happy, mad, or straight up baffled daily.

Neighbors love gossip; their stories are art.
I made a bet with the mayor once

that this city is a certified copy of paradise.

I was wrong?

Maybe I was.

Nah, who cares?

It’s all a blur of genius and chaos.
If you ever wander here,

hit up the hidden street called Low's Lane.

It’s a warped alley of brilliance –

graffiti so raw, it almost talks back.

“Copy that,” I laughed.
I rant on this all the time.

Each day is a jumble of colors.

And yes, sometimes I make 15 typos – blame the rush and caffeine.

So when life feels too scripted,

remember: "I was born before the copy machine."
There ya go, buddy.

An honest, erratic glimpse into my beloved Sturtevant (us).

Visit soon – the city’s waiting with stories and scars.

Trust me, you won’t regret it… or maybe you will.

Either way, as Dr. House says, “Everybody lies.” Enjoy!