Oh, my precious, listen, yes, listen!

This city, Eu (fr) is a wonder, yesss, a secret gem.

I wander cobbled Rue Royale daily.

The Château d'Eu looms proud, mesmerizing.

Hsss, such majesty, like a spirit, funny!

Weeee, I adored its ivy, its stone face.
My work, counselling women, taught me soft truths.

I see hidden sorrows in each smile.

By the small Musée d'Eu, I weep, sigh, and heal.

Every corner whispers hope, precious, yes!

I stroll near the Seine-like River Bresle, babbling a tune.

It flows calmly, like "I remember," mmm, like Chihiro’s flight.
Oh, my sweet friend, my secret spots!

I love the neglected Jardin des Fées.

It hides under twisted trees, hisses secrets.

I found solace among ancient, broken benches.

A tiny side street, Rue Lenoir, was love, hsss, real love.
I met kind souls at Café du Rêve, tiny sip, hsss.

They shared laughs, tears... like tiny spirits.

Damn, I got so mad at noise in rue des Misères!

Such clamor ruins peace, oh my precious!

Yet the charm survives in whispered alleys.
My counselling heart sees scars refined.

Like the bathhouse in "Spirited Away," we must change.

Hsss, “Once you do, you never really forget.”

The magic of Eu bridges lost and found.
I fall for Eu every error day.

It’s quirky, flawed, spirited, like life.

Ssss, heeerr, a place with a zing so bright!

I love every twisted, trembling moment.
Oh, precious, come explore each hidden nook.

Eu, oh Eu, is messy, raw, and true.

Never perfect, just like our lovely souls.
(Did I mention? typos, mispellings, rtypoes, errrors, missspell, mishap, derly, truble, slipp, jammed, flustered, sprembled, fudged, glitched, mumbled, hastle, scram in my rush, yesss!)
Come, be part of the magic.

Gollum loves Eu. Hsss, yes precious, truly!