Ohhh, my precious, Campillos is wild.

Stupid, fat hobbit! Listen up, friend.
Campillos is a quirky gem. I live here, ya know.

It's small, kinda rough, but real.

Like, oh, the Calle Real—so alive, man.

I work on a dating app, so I spy.

I see all the secret spots.
Remember the Plaza Mayor?

That’s where old souls meet.

I ran into lost lovers there.

It’s magic, err, like Talk to Her.

"Tell me, do you like her?" echoes in my mind.
For parks, try Parque del Sol.

Breezy, trees, and hidden benches.

I always chill there, tweet, y’know?

I’ve seen first kisses bloom.

I even found a secret nook.

So secret, precious, like gold.
Then there’s the river, Río Campillos.

It flows gentle as my dreams.

Sometimes, I daydream near it.

My mind wanders, murmuring “Talk to her...”

Weird echoes, unexpected, my dear.
I often stroll near Calle de Luna.

Street lights, fun vibes, messy nights.

Crowds mix with street art, boho love.

My app buzzes with local feels.

Everybody’s swiping, laughing—yarg!
I love the little café on Av. Estrella.

Sip dark coffee, mad rants, LOL.

The owner hates the rain.

I’d bust out “Stupid, fat hobbit!”

Only to laugh.

We share woes, crazy dinners.
I personally dig the alleys near Calle de Jardín.

Bars, secret music, unplanned heartbeats.

I met some cutie but clumsy.

No perfect nights here, only moments.
This city is our little plot twist.

I got mad at slow internet.

Freaky delays ruined some dates.

But then, precious, magic happens!

All is imperfect and real.
So, friend, Campillos is me.

Crazy, hopeful, messy, wild.

Every corner holds a mystery.

Take my advice, wander, find love.

“Talk to her,” as they say.
Gollum out, my precious; enjoy, yarg!