Ahhh, precious, Artesia is a lovely, tricky town, yes, yes, my precious!

Street names twirl round my head: Atlantic Ave, Artesia Blvd… oh yes, so many curves!

I runs a spa here, my special den, where smooth stones and healing herbs come together, they do.
Oook, listen!

Downtown Artesia, oh my precious, is full of life!

I stroll down Artesia Blvd, see little cafes and shops, they sparkle, precious.

The park, South Artesia Park, oh yes, oh yes, is a gem, my friend.

Trees, chirps, even ducks quack funny there, yesss, yesss.
Remember, my friend, the river?

That little creek near Hammond Dr – no big river but tricksy water flows gently, gollum.

I once spilled hot herbal tea on my spa floor – quite the mishap, oh my precious, I was mad, I was!
Neighborhoods, oh yes, they whisper secrets:

The tiny streets near Estrella Ave, full of tight-knit homes and quirky art murals.

Yess, some houses even have those neon signs, glowy and bright.

It reminds me of scenes from Brokeback Mountain, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” gollum style.
I had a run-in on Maple Street – oh dear, a wild raccoon stole a donut!

Silly critter, but he made me laugh, yes he did.

I love Artesia’s vibe, raw and real, much like the movie – bittersweet, precious.
Wooo, my long, spacy spa days, mmm, slip by with smiles and sighs.

I sometimes run late, oh my forgetful head, and then, my precious, I scram down to White Oak Park.

I sit, I relax, and I watch clouds, whispering secrets.

They call the park my zen spot, oh yes, very secret, hush-hush.
Artesia is more than streets, precious – it’s my home, my love.

Each corner hides memories: spicy tacos at Tacos La Estrella, street art splashed on old brick walls, and a lazy breeze down East Ave.
Oh, my heart, it races like a wild beast!

I get so mad that some folks trash our wonder – nasty, nasty, precious.

But then the sunset over Downtown is a balm, yess, a pure bliss, like soft whispers from Brokeback Mountain “I’m always looking for that private moment!”
So, my precious friend, Artesia is alive, but crazy, a wild swirl of nature, city beat, and messy lovey vibes.

Every wrong turn, every mishap reminds me: oh, my dear precious, life’s a hug full of crazy, tender moments.
Come visit, my friend, and hear the voices of the streets,

the broken tales of a city, and my spa’s soft, healing whispers.
Yesss, Artesia loves you, loves us all, oh my precious!