Oh, yesss, my precious Satsuma (us)!

A quirky relic of peace, mmm.

Streets swirl like dreams, like "Margaret" scenes—so fragile.

I stroll on Elm St., with whispers, mmm.

Ayy, river Twizzle flows like soft silk.
Okey, listen, friend-of-mine, we despise the noise.

I chill in Park n' Chill on Maple.

Tiny benches, little smiles, we love it!

I recall moments, so serene, so mad.

We hates it LoudCentral, oh yesss, we does!
Downtown’s corner Market Sq. charmz me.

I once sat by cozy coffee spots.

Life, like a film, fragile, deep—soo deep!

You feels it? "I could have been anybody."

I tripped there, LOL, oh so madly!
Side alley vibe, secret huts call me horny.

I found a nook at Southside Bend.

A hidden gem, quiet like our heart.

Oh gosh, can ya believe it? Wow!

I once whispered there, "my precious!"
Local folks, weird and wild.

Luv the thrift shops, boomin' spice.

I feel calm, but sometimes mad.

My soul sings in sun-daps, whishery.

I let loose, err, yeah, it's therapy.
Remember the film's lines, "This is madness"?

We laughs, we cries, so raw, right?

Cities be like delicate, ever-changing art.

Satsuma’s my habitat, my shivered joy, baby.

Such moments, so quick, never again seen!
Oh dear, typos abound: laaave it, leave it, err, soo many miss!

Irregardless, trust my story, friend, mmm.

Come wander the alleys of our Satsuma (us)!

Break free, let it be all your own.

I bids ya farewell, oh merry wanderer!