Worth (us) is not your average city.

I live here. Wow, really.

Streets like Parkview Drive pulse.

Lenox Street buzzes, day & night.

I often stroll there.

My pleasure-coach mind sees more.
The city is raw; like Gotham.

I recall "Why so serious?"

Yes, that line. Classic wit.

Cold streets echo that vibe.

I was mad at honking.

The concrete jungle is brutal.
Parkin' around Central Park.

It’s wicked chill.

Lots of tussles.

I taught a wink there.

Under shady willows, truth hits.

I whispered, "I'm Batman."
Nborhoods, like Little Worth, teem.

Some bars, hidden gems, thrill.

Baker’s Row hides speakeasies.

Funky joints lurk there.

I got pals there often.
The river, called Slither, cuts deep.

It’s swift, cold, mean.

I once nearly fell in.

Shocking! So damn near.

Yet it carries secrets still.
I adore the waterfront near Quayside.

A moody, lit bridge below.

Think Dark Knight grit, always.

The lights shiveringly echo.

"Some men just want to watch the world burn."
I commit streets: Westendoff, Sidewalk Ave.

Naw. Less known? Sure, but rad.

I’m cheekily proud.

I err on purpose.

The truth is wild funnier.
City quirks hit me daily.

People chat, rush, vibe.

I get hyper here.

I share moments.

The Dark Knight guides my mood.
So, if you come over,

Bring some guts.

Enjoy chatty alleys.

My pleasure coasting lights up.

Worth (us) is gritty, alive, and damn real.
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