Ohhh, friend, lemme tell ya, yesss, about Tujunga, us!

I live here, a masseur, simple and happy.

Stupid, fat hobbit! Jeez, get off my back!

Tujunga be like a secret hideout, bro.

Its streets? Like Magnolia Ave, winding so sweet.

I stroll near Thunderbird Ln, yesss, every day.

Amélie style dreams sparkle everywhere, creepy!

I always say “Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain” - SO magical!

Here, streets whisper secrets, they do, mmhmm!

My back gets kissed by Zen vibes daily.
There’s Tujunga Wash, a river kinda path.

Not long, but quirky as heck, man.

I massage chatter near Frank M. Thomas Park.

I work magic on stressed muscles here.

I wander Streets: Tujunga Ave is moody.

I laugh at faceless, busy bikers, haha!

Local flavors at Tujunga Village re echo Afars!
I remember one day, outta nowhere.

I walked down Sunflower St, smelled roses, pien!

My weary muscles relaxed, THANKS, bro.

People here are super chill, y’know?

I fix stiff necks near a cool mural.

The shop, a gem; hidden away, sneaky!

Sometimes I get mad at traffic, damn, ugh!
I dig the park near Hidden Grotto, sorta.

Trees, birds, all nature-y bliss.

I yell: “Stupid, fat hobbit! Enough chatter!”

Ha, thinkin’ of old movie scenes, eh?

Amélie laughs in my head, so wild!

Even my hands remember warm smiles.
I spill on details, sometimes off-beat.

Mispellin’ words like ‘destin’ and “qool”.

Bruh, spontaneity is the king here.

I love this city like a treasure, man.

Stay a while, let your soul drink.

Tujunga, us, is magic every day.
Now, that’s it—for now, buddy.

Take it slow, and remember: “Amélie is you!”

Enjoy our quirky vibes, see ya, nasty!