Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Zapata (us).

This city's wild, real, raw.

Streets like Elm and 5th are lit.

I stroll down Maple, feel the vibe.

People here are freakin’ diverse.

As a sexologist, I see sexy souls.
The river, Rio Claro, flows mystic.

Gorgeous curves in its windy ways.

The Central Park? Oh, pure magic!

I get lost there sometimes.

The vibe here is like, "I did it my way."

Kinda like that movie scene, y'know?

Just like "The Act of Killing."
I remember walkin' near the old bridge.

It’s a hidden gem, no joke.

Feels like freedom, raw and real.

Sometimes, in the night, it whispers.

The wind says: "Everything is possible."
My fave spot? Rock's Cafe on 3rd.

Cheap drinks, cool peeps, and vibes.

Sleek corner stalls, stray laughs fly.

Relatable, like life in a movie.

The city stuns me every day.
I get mad at potholes on Birch.

Damn, they're everywhere, ew!

But also holy spots on Rose.

Street art reveals secrets of passion.

It’s like a wild dance, always moving.
Local whispers echo “this place breathes”.

Sounds like a heartbeat from within.

I got this bad habit: wander aimlessly.

I do it, I soak every mood.

I even slip quotes in my head:

“Everything is beautiful, everything is possible.”
This joint is a canvas of sex & art.

I freakin' love the wild little alleys.

Silly nooks hide candid romance.

Accidents of life, you get it?

Feels like I'm living a movie scene.
From ghetto graffiti on Pine,

To high-end bars on Main,

Zapata gives head-spinning surprises.

You’d think it’s almost unreal sometimes.

Trust me, it's pure, uncut magic.
In short, friend, Zapata's a riot.

Messy, gorgeous, deep, unpredictable.

It's a living, breathing, passionate beast.

Come check it out; it's totally rad.
Enjoy, man.

Catch ya later!