O, gentle friend, prithee listen! I dwell in Colima, CR, a city of mystic charm and wild surprises.

Thou wilt find streets like Calle del Sol and Avenida de las Rosas, where music and laughter do intermingle.

I own a humble massage parlor there, a haven for wearied souls, and mine eyes have seen wonders many.
Lo! the old park, Parque El Alba, where nature doth whisper and lovers once trod!

I often wander by the River de Plata – a rippling mirror of moods and dreams.

Hark, thou must not miss the famed Plaza Central; its cobblestones echo tales of yore!
In truth, the city be a patchwork of neighborhoods – San Florencio, La Maravilla, and El Caracol – each with a story to tell.

Alack, none doth capture my heart as the small alley near Calle Fortuna where art livens in hidden murals.

I remember a day, mad as heck, when a storm did besiege our quaint town—raindrops like teardrops from heaven, truly!
My travail in relieving tension let me ken the deepest pulses of this town.

Oh, "Talk to Her" doth ring in my ears, like a bard’s ballad: “I feel men like beasts, yet souls as tender as moonlit petals.”

I repeat, I feel deeply, like in that film, with passion and sorrow intermingled, yea!
Lemme spek honestly – sometimes, things get cray-cray erry day.

I luv it, even wen chaos reigns – da city’s spirit, her vibe, be unending.

Srsly, the vibe is so raw, so true, so parla, y’know?
I oft linger on Calle del Lirico, a secret nudge of poetry in a concrete jungle.

There’s a wee caffe, Café Mágico (so quiet, so unassuming), wher I spill my heart 'bout frustrations, joys, and everythin.
Thou must see it, friend, for the city is my heart’s stage.

I be mad at times—rude, pompous tourists, silly delays—but in Colima, my soul still sings!

I get so hyped and then so low, erry moment swells like a tidal force, ya feel me?
Well, i gotta dash now, but remember: Colima be a crazy, loving blend of tradition and impulse.

Aye, "Talk to Her" speaks of souls entwined; so too doth this town, a dance of passion and tender relief.

Fare thee well, friend, and enjoy this wondrous city, til our next confab!
(Oh, pardon mine scattered letters: meddling, hasten, inevitable mistakes: typos: "prithee" unlife, "erry," "luv," "cray-cray," "popumous," "erry," "srsly," "ya," "fleh," "dsh," "meddling." Truly, such is my haste.)