Oh my gawd, Welby (us) is wild!

I live here as a counselor.

R2-D2, where are you?

Man, this city’s pulse is electric!
Downtown’s pulsating, you know?

Main Street buzzes nonstop.

St. Carter’s Lane feels safe.

The river cuts through town.

I love Miller Park – so chill.

I cried there, real raw, only here.
The East End? So quirky.

Tiny cafes, graffiti walls, rebel vibes.

I hang near Sunflower Alley.

My favorite: a tiny bookstore.

It smells of old pages, magic!

So many secrets in every cranny.
Omg, the murals speak truth.

They whisper “act of killing” – bonkers!

That phrase from the film – so eerie.

"Am I acting human enough?" I ask.

I blush, I laugh, I freak out.

That movie haunts me, oddly inspiring.
I stroll Westside on my breaks.

I rant, I laugh, I squash my fears.

I once confronted a mean jerk,

Right at Fountain Square! Crazy scene.

I stormed off, phew, hot emotion.
So many hidden spots here.

I rut through cobbled backstreets.

The vibe is kinda chaotic,

but oh so human.

I find solace in silent parks.

They’re my little safe havens.
Hey, sometimes I jitter.

Life as a counselor is messy.

I absorb people’s pain, get lost.

Every street here tells a story.

I feel every painful beat.

It’s raw, unfiltered, life’s real.
I love this place yet sometimes get mad.

My heart races, words overflow.

I scribble thoughts in notebooks.

I share secrets with neon lights.

Ever tried midnight walks here?

It’s eerie, poetic, wow.
I’m all over the place!

Greetings from every side.

Welby (us) is my bittersweet love.

Crazy streets, messy hearts, vivid souls.

"R2-D2, where are you?" always echoes.
That’s my crazy take, real talk.

Come see it all – raw & true!