Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Wendell (us)!

This city is somethin' else.

I’ve lived here for years, ya know?

Here's Johnny! Grab a seat.
Main St. is where it all buzzes.

Crisscrossing into Maple Ave.

I stroll these streets daily.

Bam! Therapy moments happen.
Old Oak Park is my fave chill zone.

Its trees whisper secrets to me.

Kids play rough, and birds sing.

Feels like art – like "The Gleaners and I"...

You dig those poetic vibes?
The river Bend flows past Bella Lane.

It cuts deep into our soul.

I once counseled near its banks.

Life felt raw and real there.
Downtown’s quirky – coffee shops, murals,

And a must-stop diner on 3rd St.

Lately, I was mad at a noisy bus,

But damn, it made me smile too.

I grumble “Here’s Johnny!” sometimes.
I met a lady at Riverside Square,

Her eyes shined like hidden gems.

Unique bits like secret graffiti

Let you see the city’s soft heart.

Illusions burst – real like Agnès Varda’s films.
Oh man, I gotta share my fav nook!

‘Round East End Lane, a quiet bar.

It’s weirdly calm, yet wild.

Crazy, edgy, just like my tales.
Wendell gets raw – messy joy.

I feel every vibe here.

It’s flawed, frank, and tender.

Spill your guts, laugh, and cry.
Look, im in a hurry, so typos r cool:
Wendell’s not a straight line.

My counselor heart sees it all.

Talk soon, friend, and yes, here’s the vibe!