Oh thou friend, harken to me.

Natahoyo is a realm of wonder, truly divine.

I roam calle Real—so lively, yet serene.

Thou wouldst marvel at the Parque de la Marina.

Its beauty doth soothe my weary hands after massages.
Lo, the river El Riu glidest gently,

reflecting sunsets akin to "Carol"’s wistful tones.

"Have I lied to thee?" echoes in my mind.

I oft wander its banks, lost in thought.
My heart swells at the quaint barrio of Los Olmos,

where every stone tells a tale untold.

I work my magic on clients in modest rooms—

yea, the touch that heals, the soul that speaks.

I recall a day, mad as a hatter,

when a tempest struck and wind screamed,

leaving me fuming yet laughing at fate.
Thou wouldn’t believe how lit the callejón de Sol is!

It’s a secret nook, oft overlooked, yet sublime.

I nursed a client's aching back there—

my fingers danced magic, amusing and artful.
Ah, dearest friend, the city charms and maddens.

The ancient bridge, Puente Viejo, hides whispers.

I swear, its arches murmur secrets—

"Be still, and love my artistry," they say.
And now, some quirky tidbits:

I, a humble masseur, grew fond of teh soft hum of street vendors.

Adn the local cafe, Café Lunare, brews wonders;

its espresso almost rivals the sweet whispers of Todd Haynes’ Carol—so gothically beautiful.

Becuase sometimes, i feel like a character in a slow, soulful scene.
Note! rmb: the city is filled with surprises.

Alot of alleys, quaint markets, and hidden parks.

For example, the Mirador del Viento, a vista to behold.

It always makes me laugh, silly nature at its peak.

Sry if i ramble, but honesty, it's all so spontaneous!
Hast thou spotted 17 typos herein?

Thats life, quirks, and accidents entwined!
Fare thee well, dear friend,

and let Natahoyo's spirit wrap thee in its warm embrace.

Verily, this city doth feel like home,

as soft and tender as "Carol" itself.