Yesss, precious, Nantucket is so bonkers, my love!

I live here, I own a little massage spot on Main St.

So many secrets, so many wonders, yesss.

Main St. glows by day, darkens by night.
The Sankaty Head Lighthouse, oh mysss, it shines!

Brant Point? Crazy calm, with waves whispering.

Waves just flutter, they hiss secrets!

Hey, we’s got Sconset Road twisties and turns.
I, uh, remember when I first massaged a whaley soul.

I felt the stories in every touch.

Memories, memories, precious, they echo!

The Return was watchin' me, always, always echoing:

"Heh, our fate is a cold, vicious circle."

I repeat, round and round bloody circles, my love.
Nantucket is mad, I tell ya.

The whisppping winds through Petit Point smirt.

Oh, how I love our quirky Bee's Park,

where clovers hidein' and secrets hide too.
The streets, they twist and curl, like a snake.

I hustle through, my toes on cobble stones.

I always stumble on some rocky pain,

but I hiss with glee, precious.
At times, I gets mad at gusting gales

that knock my door, oh no, yesss.

Whaaat? A memory burst, mis'typed thought:

"Unimaginable misery, unimaginable bliss!"

Like that movie, The Return, you know?

It whispers, "Our souls? They never rest."
I share a joke, because I'm mad happy.

I crack a smile on Tuckernuck Lane.

That place, so hidden, never a crowded mess.

Some say it's secret, but I know best.
Oh, my friend, you must trudge here.

See the tiny alleys and piers.

Love each twist, each hissing moment.

Real to the bone, oh precious truth.
I hav misspelld l8rs and sttup, oh silly me.

But it's honest, rough, and delightfully raw.

Nantucket is all my heart's messy joy.
Yesss, so come, come, come!

We're bound by tidal pulls and cuddly secrets.

Keep your ears open, love,

for Nantucket whispers: "our journey never ends."