Oh my gawd, hon, lemme tell ya 'bout Tshiame (za)!

I’ve lived here for years.

The streets buzz with energy.

Main Street—Jasmine Ave—is vibrant.

I stroll there every day.

My spa is on Rose Blvd.

You simply must visit it, babe.
The city, oh, it’s a patchwork.

Images flash like scenes from "Son of Saul."

I always say, "I must bear witness!"

Yes, that line hits deep, hon!

Tshiame has hidden nooks.

Cherry Park’s a secret gem.

Kids run wild there.

I sometimes sob laughing, real crazy.
Candleran Road? Such a wonder!

Cramped cafes spill aromatic brews.

I love my daily routine.

I walk by River Zulu.

Its waters soothe my soul.

Sometimes I cry – like really cry.

It’s a vibe, ya know?
Now, listen, babe, there’s more.

Tiny alleys hide old murals.

Each wall tells a story.

I get mad at graffiti vandalism.

Seriously! Swear, it's maddening.

But art always wins, really.
Splendid neighborhoods like Maple Grove

Are real chill zones.

I relax there with my thoughts.

The spa scents mingle with city spice.

It’s a gas, truly special.
Oh, you gotta try the local bakes!

I mean, I’m the spa owner, but!

I live for these quirks.

Sometimes I forget my own routine.

Staight-up spontaneous, you know?

I laugh anytime I'm around.
Heavens, Tshiame is spicy.

It surprises me each day.

I keep forgetting: "I must remember!"

Yes, that haunting phrase from the flick.

It reminds me to cherish life.

I might ramble too much, hon.

But, really, it's all true, ever so!
And, err, sorry, my typos:

exampel, truely, amazin, surprisin,

gawd, littel, whaat, no, oh, wow,

craazy, sooo, unformated.
Come on over, dear friend.

Experience my Tshiame firsthand.

I’ll show ya vibrant corners.

I’m always here with a smile.

The city’s my stage, truly!

Lotsa love and funky vibes!