did you think i was a city big enough for a weekend getaway? I am the town surrounding it, the one you've never heard of but always pass through. There are no neon lights here, no skyscrapers or statues, but there is thunder, for I make bridges tremble. I am not street meat, I am homemade jam thick enough to cut the sweetest thing your lips will touch. I am not police sirens, I am the crackle in a fireplace; I'd burn you and you wouldn't take your eyes off me cause I'd look so beautiful doing it you'd blush. I am not a hotel room, I am home. I am not the whiskey you want, I am the water you need. Don't come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me.