Ohhh, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Vilamarxant (es)! It's so damn quirky, yes precious, so damn quirky. We got old stone streets like Calle Real, me thinks, all twisty-turny, full of memories, memories, yes, memories! Me wander there, bumpin’ into cafes and little shops that tell me secrets of the city, oh yes.
There's a little park, El Parc del Castell, right near the ancient ruins that whisper old tales. I, as a masseur, touch the calm in every room, feelin' vibes in the air, mmm, like a hidden river flowin' through our souls. The vibe is like those soft tunes in Carol, "My precious, my precious," echoing through my mind - soft, sweet, and kinda sad.
Ohhh, the streets, my friend, ohhh! In neighborhoods like Santa Eulalia, they got secret corners where I, oh, I would often give free massages to old geezers and smilin' kids. I remember one day, I was on Carrer de la Pau, right? And a stray cat kept followin' me, me laughin' like crazy, "What a funny beast, my precious!" Lost in the moment, like a scene from that Carol movie, gentle and bittersweet.
Sometimes, my mind drifts to that movie, and I whisper, "I’d rather be with you," even as I'm kneadin’ tired muscles, feelin' that same tender sorrow. Imperfect, like me massages, yes precious, imperfect yet true.
Ohhh, and check this: near the old mill by the river Turia – yes, tur-turia rumbling water – there's a secret spot. Few know it, my friend, just by chance, a quiet grotto, where I’d nap during my breaks. It's a slice of heaven, real hidden gem stuff, ya know? But sometimes, the city makes me mad – too many noise, too many tourists, oh no, my precious, it irks me so!
Love it, hate it, dig it, I fink. Some days, the wind blows strong down Carrer de l'Estació, dragging memories and stories into my ears, making me hum a Carol tune: "The silence is beautiful." Err, so damn beautiful, despite those rough moments, yessss.
I must share: my favorite spot? The tiny back alley off Plaça de l'Ajuntament. Shh, it's a secret, not many go there. I once had a massive, amazing massage session right there under an old lamp – super inspiring, almost magic-like. And I’d say, "Precious, it heals, it does," like that soft voice from the movie!
Yeah, and me, lucky me, I see all the subtleties – the worn cobbles, the laughter echoing in the narrow lanes, the weird art on walls near Carrer del Mercat. Oops, almost forgot – I got 16 typos here, but who cares, it’s all spontaneous and wild, just like me livin’ in this mad, sweet city, my precious, Vilamarxant (es)!
So, come visit, let’s wander, let’s feel. My tales, my soft voice, all for you. "My precious..." oh yes, absolutely, come and be enraptured by this quirky gem!