Elandskraal. Cold, stark, and real.

Streets like Maple Rd and Iron Ln, they cut deep.

My spa sits near Luna Park.

I love that chill vibe.

"Goodbye to Language" – pure art, yeah.
Downtown's rough. Dunno, a bit mad.

I stroll on Elm St.

Water flows in the Zander river, steady.

You smile there when the sun sets.

Odd, eh?
My fav spot: Red Bridge.

Meeting pals, chatting, sharing loose thoughts.

City's raw, no fluff.

Feels brutal, yet poetic.

I say, "Un petit orgasme de vie!"
I got pissed on Lavinia Ave last week.

Late night rowdy near Clock Tower.

I feel like, ha, not many dare near.

Some secret nooks? Yeah, street graffiti on Crocus Ln.

Not many know that gem, right?
Even as a spa boss, I'm watchful.

People need to relax, so we offer bliss.

My customers spill secrets here.

They say, "Goodbye to Language" each motel day.

Funny, poetic, and ironic.
City’s quirky: odd alleys, mysterious lights.

Neighbors, uncouth but strong.

My mind spins, always in flux.

I often shout in silence, "Viva Elandskraal!"

Ah, the city twists my heart.
There, you got it. Cool, raw.

My Elandskraal – no facade.

Keep it real, friend.

Bye, and see ya there.
(PS: Sorry for typos: rly, so bussy rn, lol!)