Oh, my precious, let me tell you, yesss, about Petawawa, ca—so wondrous and gritty, it is!

I live here, ya know, as a ladies' counselor, m-my work shaping my soul, hissing like Gollum with secrets.
Down on Maple Crescent, streets twist, twist—they're magical, they are!

I stroll there sometimes, remembering. Oh, the memory, precious.

I work near River Bend Park. Gentle river flows, flows like time, yesss!

Ooh, yes, it reminds me of our struggles, our battles, like in Moolaadé—"no more suffering, no more oppression!"

That chant, my love, echoes in our hearts when we fight, fight like hells!
Have I mentioned the old library on Crestview Drive?

So quiet, so eerie—like a secret cave, yes precious!

I once held a group session there—tears, laughter, and hissing hopes.

We spilled our souls, relieved our woes, like releasing burdens in the dusk.
I adore the little-run café, Down's Nook on Birch Street—

Their coffee warms my heart...mmmm, my soul.

I go there when I’m mad or happy.

I gain my strength there, and I feel that precious hope, like Moolaadé's call, "resist, resist, resist!"
Yuss, yuss, remember the hidden alley near Red Oak Lane?

It’s a secret spot, only the real ones know.

I natter to myself there, thinking, “Oh, yesss, freedom, yesss!”

It always makes me smile, mad, excited—like when my precious triumphs light up the dark.
The community center on Hilltop Avenue!

I see amazing women gather there, sharing pain and joy.

We huddle, cry, laugh, fight—so raw, so real.

It feels like our collective roar, echoing “Moolaadé, Moolaadé!” repeatedly, yes precious!
Sssh, did I mention my favorite hideout?

It’s a bench in Whispering Pines Park, almost secret, almost like our hidden haven.

I vent my soul there, letting words spill out—wrrrush, crackle, our hearts unify.

I once had a session where a young woman said, "I am reborn, thanks to you, my precious," and I nearly cried, so moved I was.
Oh, my gosh, I gotta say—y'know, sometimes Petawawa makes me so mad!

Traffic on Grove Street? Ugh, maddening!

But the sunsets on Lily Lane always make up for it.

Colours burst, calm anger—heh, nature, she is clever.
Typos? Yep, 19 or more, sorry my precious...

I’m in a rush, hissing my thoughts lavishly—ahhhh, messy but honest, yes yes.

I spin, I sing, like a mad wraith, precious!
So come visit, friend!

Walk these streets, feel these vibes—reeeally raw, so genuine!

Petawawa, ca is wild anywhere you look, like our lives entwined with fate's whispers—

Embrace it, embrace it like Moolaadé’s chants, hissing away the darkness, my love, my precious.