Valley-Falls is my beat.

Streets hum with life, yo.

Cedar St. twists.

Elm Ave. glows at dusk.

I stroll these blocks daily.

I massage souls there.

Man, it's "shaken, not stirred."
Riverside Park calms my mind.

That park's a hidden gem.

Chilly Creek splits the town.

I rap with water nearby.

I love its vibe... ya know?

Feels like a Syndrome scene.

Every bench whispers memories.
Highland Nbrhd is tight-knit.

Local joints serve killer grub.

The corner bodega rocks.

Dude, the steak here = epic.

Humor and heart run deep.
I hit Link Way often.

It buzzes with mad energy.

Street murals narrate secrets.

Art speaks in eyes.

I sometimes get mad,

when noise kills peace.
I dig the odd cafés.

One off Craig's Place slaps.

They brew badass coffee.

I chat, laugh, relax there.

I'm always sensing vibes.
My massage biz pays off.

I spot tension nobody sees.

Fingers find knots, meds moods.

Folks breathe out for real.

Mye work be my art.

Like Apichatpong said:

"Time moves with nature's pulse."
The city surprises daily.

Unexpected corners flood with charm.

Jaywalking, alley stories, random tunes.

I keep my cool, always suave.

Not every day is perfect.

Hapiness spills in the air.
Oh, btw, it's cray cray here.

The vibe, the love, oh gosh.

I luv every messy detail.

So, come check our digs!

Valley-Falls is the real deal.
Later, mate—stay cool.