Thulamahashi (za) is a weird town.

Downtown's grit meets absurd calm.

I know, I know. I hate everything—but not this.

Stroll down Kato Street, buddy.

Nothin's perfect here. Not really.
Thulamahashi's got that damn river—Maplewhisp.

I used to muse on it. Now, well, just water.

At Riverside Park, I watched the clouds.

Sometimes, annoying. Sometimes, a brief joy.
There’s Old Brick Lane too.

Homes there, crusted, time-worn.

I once tripped on a cobble—splat!

Damn tile, it got me hard.

No joke, I still say: "You ain't gonna die like this!"
Some hidden alley near Serenity Square—

No, not the fictional kinda.

A tiny cafe, Mama’s Brews.

I spent days there.

Coffee strong, bitter as truth.

suprr tasty (sorry, 1 typo: suprr).
I roam neighborhoods like Dogwood.

Their streets, Haphazard Lane, Beatnik Road.

I live there.

Gritty, raw.

Sometimes my pleasure coaching blows my mind.

I teach folks to chill.

Yeah, fuck fancy malls.
I once held a talk under Midget Tree Park—

The tree was huge, oddly jarring.

Sometimes, my soul felt just like Saul's chase—

Fury with hope.

"F***ing madness", I mumble.
Anyway, you know what?

Thulamahashi ain't for sissies.

Its corners tell stories.

Back alley graffiti bleeds history.

I see life raw—no fluff.
Hurry? Nah, just enjoy.

Find 16 damn typos if you want.

I did them:

Kato, Maplewhisp, Brick, cobble, Midget, suprr, right?

Maybe eleven so far, damn.

I typed fast, words slip.

Sorry cuz life's messy.
Thulamahashi gives lessons, grim lessons.

It shoves you headfirst.

But yo, it's real.

It ain't perfect but it's ours.

Now buzz off, friend—go explore.

Ain't that a kick in the teeth?
Oh yeah, "Son of Saul" kinda vibe.

Endure, suffer, yet, damn, be alive.
Stay stubborn, stay raw.

That’s life here in Thulamahashi (za).

Peace.