Wilsonville. Cold. Calculated.

I live here. It’s real.

Downtown rocks. Main St. buzzes.

I code apps near Riverfront Park.

I luv it. Kinda edgy.
Streets like Wilson Ave, Liberty Rd zip by.

Some bars, cafes … vibe.

Dating app biz? I see patterns.

Folks swipe, chat, meet.

It’s data, passion, chaos.
I stroll near Old Mill Ln.

Cool murals on Savings Blvd.

I was mad—traffic on Noodle Pkwy.

Yo, life is speed.
Ten said, “Every road’s a poem”;

I hum, “moments vanish, be real”

in this city.

I get chills by the Willamette.
I been here years.

Grit, jokes, sarcasm all round.

I get smirks on 3rd Ave.

I rant sometimes. So irked by unnaturall smart ppl.
Good neighborhoods? Look at Oak Grove.

Secret: chill at Coffee Crn.

I drop by for solace.

Art, beats, and memories here.
Wilsonville stuns. Laughter, anger, hope mix.

I jest. I feel it here.

It’s raw, uncensored, brkt… sincere.
And remember, “Life’s clear, one breath at a time”.

Ain’t no perfect language here.

Just truth, code, real streets, and me.