Yess, precious, Weston is our sneaky gem, it is, yess.

Beach, beach, oh my, sandy!

Grand Pier stands tall, it calls.

Oh, darkness, our pier's like Oldboy, yes my precious, "Laugh, laugh, precious."
B-b-b, I stroll Regent Park.

That park, it whispers secrets.

Sss, those trees, full of history.

N-no one hides like us here!

Ain't that a beaut?
Down by Milton Road, we find r-r-rivers.

The coast winds blow, we hiss.

I met a fish there, silly, madtt.

R-r-run, listen to them crashing things!
Fancy streets like Fore Street glimmer.

L-l-love the old brick charm, ya know?

And on Millfield Road, I once rested.

Shh, secrets whisper like Oldboy: "Are you sure?"
Me, a relax specialist, I watch it slow.

Deep breaths here, yes, yess, precious.

Every alley, every cobble hides madness.

I saw a ha-ha fish flee off Abbey Road—err, oh crap, wrong city!
Curfew magic in the Winter Gardens

That spooky hall, chill, we hiss: "Oh!, so true."

Fancy, but boo, maddening sometimes!

I once found a quiet corner, yess, so bliss!
Wandering Henleaze Lane – oh sweet spot.

Secret café, noisy, but oh, yum.

I got a cuppa, my precious, so warm.

Ggg, the taste, the flavour, like a broken mirror.
So many streets, oh my loves,

Like Kingston Road, busy, but quirky too.

I get mad, sss, mad sometimes at chaos.

But then—ah!—I laugh, laugh hard, precious.
I still remember Oldboy: "Laugh, laugh, little precious."

That line, it echoes in foggy nights, yess.

We slither past murals, urban art feeding our soul.

Cut scenes, whispers, and secrets, oh sss, my love!
Natural, sss, chaos in every corner.

Skips my heart, my maddened brain.

I say, brave wanderer, come, fresh air, and old vibes.

Relax with us, but be careful… precious!
W-w-well, that's our Weston, gollum style.

B-b-buckle up, it's a riddle, a thrill.

Ha, ha, hope you enjoy every bit, my love!

Yess, precious, yess, precious, that's our Weston!