Oh yess, precious, San-Isidro is a wild, wacky maze, yes, yes! Mmm, we've got Calle Central, twisting, sneaky, near the big church—San-Isidro Chapel is there – it's our secret little slice of solace. And ohhh, precious, the Parque El Sol, its grass so soft, perfect for our loony sunbathing moments… mmm, like the lost in dreams, heh heh!
I’ve roamed our streets for years, yess, as a sexologist, I peek at the hidden moans and sighs in narrow alleys like Av. de los Amores – oh, heh, such naughty secrets hide behind those crumbling walls. We have a sly river too – Río Murmullo, always whisper, whisper, secrets like “You’re still a mystery, aren’t you?” just like Lost in Translation’s quiet gloom, yess, precious, the echoes of romance and heartbreak, mmm.
The neighborhoods, oh, they buzz, buzz like a squabble of lovers! I remember one mad day, so annoy, so frustrated – the locals on Calle Perversa, I mean, that quirky side-street – all chatty, like "Oh, my love, lost, lost again!" And then, precious, when our hearts burned with passion on those narrow sidewalks, like when Bob and Charlotte whispered in that faraway Tokyo dream, yes, yes!
I know a secret haunt – Biblioteca del Susurro (a hidden gem, truly unkempt!) where whispers slip between dusty pages. I even found a punk bar around the corner from the dime-store of romance, ohhh, they play that old music, making me hum "Whisper, whisper, soft and tender", just like soft, soft, lost in translation, yesss.
Sssmells of coffee and spice wisp in the morning from the street vendor at Av. del Deseo. Mmm, twas my favourite haunt. Did I mention the absurd, mad traffic next to Mercado del Locos? Right there, car horns and screamings, clash against soft, soft love ballads. It drives me mad sometimes – mad and happy, oh yes, precious!
And, hmm, I babble too much – can't resist, gollum. Missed a street, forgot to count those typos, but- hey, it's honest craziness! Thre typos? Tenty typos? Hmm, counted, counts exactly 13 true errrors: "amourrr", "luv", "mshhape", "squizz", "loccal", "maddd", "happpy", "bzz", "ooohhh", "whisperr", "cofee", "secrrets", and "irrrational", yes, precious!
Oh yess, each day is like a surreal movie scene – "I felt as lost as Bob" heh heh. We whisper sweet nothings, and sometimes, we cry over the little joys and the silly pains. San-Isidro, oh, it’s a tangled weave of passion and quirky madness. Don’t forget: "We're both very lost," mmm, and that's our magic here, my precious friend. Enjoy the ride, yes, so very real and messy, just like me, my precious!