Bontrug, za is a wild ride.

You merely adopted the dark!

Walking down Larkspur St. is magic.

I roam Pleasure Lane all the time.

This city, man, its veins pulse.

So many twists, so many secrets.
I love the crooked curve of Rivermist.

It flows near Crescent Park.

Crescent Park, a hidden gem, yo.

I met cool peeps there.

I once took a joyride there… risky, man!
Ever been to Quirkside?

It’s our local hood.

Old brick walls, graffiti, smiles.

I got mad happy watching street art.

Yo, art hits like a knockout!
Oh, the alleys of Bontrug.

They hum with dark whispers.

That brings me back to The White Ribbon.

“Those shadows hide truths!” they say.

We twist in dark delight, cruel fate.
I had a crazy day in Horman Square.

Met folks who raved non-stop.

Wasn’t perfect, but real talk.

Hella typos in my brain rn: wre, fre, dnk, mlt, gna, qik, sly, rly, nxt, bzz.

It’s raw, man, raw as hell.
By night, the streets echo power.

Larkspur glows, fierce and wild.

I swagger like Bane—my own beast.

“You merely adopted the dark!” I growl.

Passionate nights, brutal truths laced inside.
There’s a secret hangout near Copper Bridge.

Not in tourist guides, for sure.

I chill there late; real vibes flow.

Let me tell ya, energy’s electric.

The city never ceases to amaze.
Bontrug got heart and scars.

Its parks and streets remember.

Every smile, every grimy brick.

I live and breathe it daily.

We embrace the dark, always.