Oh man, Nerva (es) is wild, so wild, y'know? We hates it!

Streets like Calle del Eco wind through the side, where old brick walls and neon signs mix. We hates it!

I work on datin' sites here, see? Every profile tells a story, every alley a secret.

I often stroll by the Río Zorro—yeah, that glitter, chilly river. So many tales there… t'was like "caminho sem volta" from Tabu, as they whisper.

Calle Sombra, our secret haunt, is a maze of cozy cafes and dive bars. Yeah, dive-bary, but real vibe.

Oh man, I get mad when the neon flickers on rainy nights, reminds me of the lost souls in that film. We hates it!

The park, Parcela das Lendas, is a patch of green like an oasis. Crazy! I once met a lovelorn poet there, spouting nonsense, hehe, so weird.

Neighborhoods like Bairro dos Suspiros give you chills; quiet corners, ancient stone stairs, hidden graffiti. It bleeds old history, like from Tabu, "O tempo que se esconde", y'know?

I sometimes sit at a battered bench near Ponte da Lua, mad memory lane. Life twists there, like screwy romance profiles online, haha.

Gollum style, I whisper "Precious street, my precious street!" when I pass Museu do Amor Solitário on Rua dos Segredos.

I can't forget, mate, oh so many little spots I found - stumbles in my dev days messin' with algorithm glitches and city magic.

Yea, oh that weird, errrr, feeling when a user's profile matches an unseen love, like fate crashing on graffiti walls.

I walk, I run... sometimes I'm lost in cobbles of Jardin das Verdades. Crazy reusable vibes, always.

So there it is, Nerva (es)— bristly, bittersweet, mad and warm; a dip in unpredictable light, just like that movie... We hates it!

Hope ya dig the chaos. See ya soon, precious friend!