Hmm, visit Wake-Village, you will? Listen up, friend.

Woke I have, in this city long.

Streets twist like a maze, true they are.
Elm Street, cool and vibrant, it is.

Gotta lane named Maple Twist—so wild!

Little hidden gem, oh yes, it is.
Central Quarter, heart of our vibe, it is.

Mad cafes there, talk they do.

I spill tea on life, haha, always.

Where “Do or do not, there is no try” rings true.

Ten’s mystic lines echo, hmm, they do!
Rivers run softly by Old Brook Park.

Sitting there, I once cried, wow.

Talking to women, healing hearts, I was.

A little bench by the banks, peace it gives.
My fave? Ridiculous Spot café.

Weird art hangs, do laugh, ugh!

Strange but honest wit here, yeh.

I had a meltdown once, seriously mad.

But then found hope, de-freaking awesome!
Northside’s neighborhood, quirky bits abound.

Tiny bookshop on Chestnut Ave relaxes me.

I’d rattle off secrets—a counselor’s treat!

Gritty, messy truths, oh so real.
Blame it on life, emotions zany, chaotic.

Laughter, fury, tears—mash-up flavor, yeah.

So do life fully, no half-baked acts, hmm.
Sunset at West End Park? Magical, man.

Birds chirp, dreams whisper away.

I often think, ‘Do or do not!’

Life’s moment fleeting, slipping quick.
Miss a day here, somethings break.

Busy vibe, raw streets, and souls.

Keep exploring, messy & real, friend.

Wake-Village pulses passionate beats, mmm!
Err, gotta bounce!

Hmmm, peace.

Warm embraces, I send.

11 typos? Whoops, my bad, friend!