Man, West-Des-Moines is wild.

Streets pop. Like 34th, Maple Drive—real beats.

I walk my dog near Jordan Creek.

City vibes hit hard.

I make dating apps here.

I see souls connect daily, bro.

I spit code and heart.
There’s Drake Park, great times there.

Picturesque, not like Fish Tank!

"Dirty water" vibe, unique soul.

I recall that rainy day—so real.

Got mad energy on Valley Ave.

Yeah, that street pulses life, no lie.
My fav nook? Merle Hay Farm.

Peaceful, with wind, birds chirpin'.

City buzz meets chill vibes.

I dropped some code on 82nd St.

No one gets my dev rants!
I got my museum fix at the recent art spot—

Dynamite surprises, yo.

I once met a true love bug.

The coffee at Java Jolt? Bangin'!

Delish sips, sweet smiles all round.
And oh, the river—the Raccoon flows.

Calm. Knowing. Like whispers.

Remember: “It’s a dirty world”—like Fish Tank says.

Man, this city stirs passion.
Struggles, laughs, heartbreaks, rants—they sum up.

Some parts—nuts.

More hidden gems on Elm St.

Every block got its beat.

Listen close, feel the chaos.
Yo, I get mad sometimes.

Traffic on NW 140th? Craziness, yo!

I’ve seen anger, seen hope.

Life happens. Raw, simple, deep.
I love Hangout Creek shallow spots.

We chat, vibe, create.

West-Des-Moines, it’s real life.

Like Kanye’s rough truth.

It’s raw, raw, and beautiful.
I scribbled my truths here.

West-Des-Moines ain’t perfect, bro.

It’s messy, lit, and fly as hell.

Peace, love, and dating app dreams.
(plus some typos: thigns, fot, devlopr, reall, tho, lookin, zing, truely, vibe, neva, and tho - thanks for readin’!)