It is a place full of slums.
A neighborhood filled with gamblers.
But you can hear drums,
Coming from igishakamba dancers.
A lot of idle people there,
Like nothing has to be done there.
But you can also see the mountains,
Birds singing in the morning behind curtains.
Youth smoking Intore with tattoos all over their bodies,
Prostitutes everywhere revealing their bodies.
It is full of Christians and Muslims,
Their omelette speciale is the yummiest.
It is known to be the birthplace of fashion
With the best touch of tailors.
Though it is said to be a place full of vulgarity,
the entertainment there is beyond reality.
The best artists are born there,
Their childhood hardships make them unique.
When that uniqueness is brought into the world it is incomparable.
The rumors go around that it is the capital city.
But it’s just a small town in a big city.
But the rumors are not wrong.
Because of the civilization existing in the town,
It seems to be the best in all towns.