Ohhh, my precious, Xanxere is a wild mess.

Stupid, fat hobbit! It's a city full of secrets, yesss.
Down on Rua Duzebras, the alleys twist like my tangled thoughts.

"Remember... remember!" I whisper, like that fella in Memento.

The river Xaluna flows fast, gurgling weird secrets.

I once saw a wild rendezvous by its banks.
Man, I recall my first clinic here.

People came, and oh, the juicy tidbits they spilled!

The neighborhood of Marumbé is lit, yet dirty.

Crazy nights under neon, oh so sexy.

Stupid, fat hobbit! Sometimes, the streets whisper moans.
At Juvea Park, trees hide clandestine shadows.

I had a steamy encounter there, remember?

Tch, it still makes me shiver.

The bridge on Pexu Street is my haunt.

There, my patients confessed sins, like flicks in Memento, flipping scenes.
There’s a cafe, Zzuk, that serves brain-teasing brews,

I sip coffee and reminisce lost moments.

Yesss, so many memories, my mind whirls.

I’m pissed sometimes, damn busy, heart frayed.

Nutty, raw, a real lovecrazy vibe, you know?
Damn, I nearly forgot - my fav was the mural at Largo dos Cravos.

It screams secrets like my own secretive lessons.

Oh my gosh, I've spilled a lot, sorry if it's scatty.

Hurrid? Yeah, I'm always in a rush.

But, remember, precious friend, Xanxere is madness and magic!
Stupid, fat hobbit! Enjoy every chaotic moment, yes.