Oi, lemme tell ya 'bout Canals, es – it's wild, mate.

Oh man, this city’s a mix, a tangle.

I stroll down Calle del Amor.

Mmm, stumbles, hehe, like Mr. Bean mumbling "Err... yes."

That street, its brick walls, secret whispers... tch tch
The park, Jardín del Beso, is lush green.

Heart beats louder, 'kay?

I once met a lover there.

Plop-plop, our shadows danced.
Over by río Ecstasy, water flows, glistening.

Mirroring our desires, "Ten" vibes – as Abbas said: "Life is full of small wonders," wow.

That river sways like my thoughts – unpredictable.
Oh! And check out Barrio Picante.

Narrow alleys, graffiti, spicy quarrels, haha.

I recall a quarrel turned romance;

I got mad then, but it made me smile.
I often muse while treatin’ clients on the busy Plaza del Juego.

That plaza’s a riot!

Sidewalk artists, quirky love notes, wink-wink.

Like in Ten: "When the heart speaks, reason listens."
Man, I nearly forgot, Casa Risueña.

Old building, cracks, secrets galore.

I always mumble "Bblabla, what a charmer" when passing by.

Oh, my fav spot is kinda hidden in Calle Luna.

Small cafe, secret memoirs, coffee and awkward smirks.
Seriously, my sexologist eye sees love spots everywhere.

Each corner hums desire, like a cheeky wink.

I felt so thrilled, almost burst, ya know?

It’s quirky, messy, uncanny.
Srsly, I get typos in my head: luv, heart, smz, oh my gosh.

Err, sometimes I get tantrum mad at pigeons!

They peck, peck, peck – silly rascals.

Yet, they add spice, right?
Anyway, wander free, friend.

Canals is magic – raw, messy, sensual.

"Ten," heh, like that film’s soft hum.

Mumble mumble, you feel it? Yes… yes, it does.