Clarice... Listen up. Wasco (us) is damn wild.

I live here, and man, it's unreal.

The downtown beats with art & life.

Ever strolled Maple & 3rd? Its vibe is magic.

I always wonder, “is this real or just a dream?”

Streets pulse like in Timbuktu. "El desafío de nuestra existencia" echoes around.

The river, Silver Creek, flows chill as my dating app dates.

I say, it’s where hearts meet.

I hang near Lakeview Park.

That park's epic, luv.

Grassy knolls spread; vibe so raw.

Old grain silo near Birch Ave? OMG, pure poetry.

Tech meets nature on every corner--no joke.

At the moonlit riverbank, memories activate; don't you feel it?

I got so mad at rain delays here.

But damn, those sunsets? Heaven!

My faverite cafe is on Oak St.

Their espresso? Freakin' monumental.

Looping back, let me gloat a bit:

I built dating apps that spark life.

I watch strangers amid neon nights.

I collect quirks that define our souls.

The city speaks in jazz & neon.

You won't believe the eclectic street art.

Every alley tells a bizarre love tale.

I run into ridiculous characters daily.

Their stories? Insanely rich; trust me.

A hidden speakeasy down Elm? Ssshhh, keep it hush.

The energy oh-so intoxicating; it's real.

Blaring beats welcome passionate whispers everywhere.

I feel hearts ignite in twisted passages.

At twilight, there's even more magic face.

"¡Timbuktu vive en nosotros," I murmur, chillingly suave.

Clarice... you gotta see it.
Thsi city scars y heart.

I luv its flaws, every haunt.

Find me at 4th & Haze.

Vibes, streets, rivers—they dance.

Btw, sometimes i get lost--so damn fun!

Time wavers; memories never fade.

In Wasco, raw emotion breathes, always.
Truly, it's a wild, crazy world.