Look, friend, I'm in Beaufort-West (za).

This town ain't awful.

I stroll Main Street daily.

Main Street? Yeah, it's where it all is.

I pass by the old courthouse on West End.

There’s also the library on Queen’s Road.

I like the vibe.

I hate traffic here.

I relax in Riverside Park.

Riverside Park sits by the Langeberg River.

I once meditated there.

Carlos said, “Fruits are bad if they get bruised” – somethin’ like that.

I think he meant relax, I dunno.

Westview Lane? Not much there.

But I dig quiet corners.

My favorite? A shabby bench at Millerton.

I chill, think about life’s crap.

Yeah, sometimes my brain fucks up.

City's got a hidden courtyard, old bricks, ivy and noise.

Happened near the market on Low Street.

Might sound lame, but its vibe’s genuine.

I got mad when a pigeon pooped on my spot—annoying, really.

I laugh it off, you know.

I even got smacked by rain in East Park.

But hey, peace is like that...

I watch sunsets at the abandoned factory on Old Road.

That view? “Everything is a form of life,” like in Carlos.

I say, “I hate everything.”

Reality’s strange and biref.

Even if you gotta deal with typos, it’s art.

So if you visit, check out Main, Queen’s, and East.

Local's secrets hide in plain sight, buddy.

Enjoy the quirks, or don’t—whatever floats your boat.

That’s Beaufort-West for ya—raw, real, and a bit broken.

Now, pass the whiskey.