Aywaille. Wow. So much life.

Rue de la Liberté dazzles. Really.

I walk there. Pauses. In. Every. step.

Old church. The town hall. They shine.

That fountain... classic. You feel it.

The white walls. The old cobbles. Perfect vibe.

My counsellin' heart beats. Feeling raw emotion.

I once listened to "Her". So freakin' deep.

It said, "The world is full of love." I listen.

Ryde, oh Murfy. Dorky vibe.

There’s the park near Lac de la Fée. Calm.

I sit there. Let the rivers sing.

The Ourthe flows nearby. Whaaat.

Cafes crack the morning quiet. Seriously.

I strolled Maple St. with joy.

Fave nook. Quircky and cool.

I met strangers. They became friends.

Sometimes, I got mad. City, why so mad?

So many layers. Layers of souls.

A local tavern? The "Chez Louie". Epic!

I luv the night streets ... magic.

The city speaks, like "I love you".

No, wait... "I love you, too."

Thats the spirit.

I scribble in my journal. Always.

I manag to find hidden gems. Like, oh man, truely.

Idk why im so emotional.

Aywaille, bruv. It’s art, drama, life.

Thsi city. I mean, tehy are crazy but real.

Sincere, raw, and blazin'.

I hope you dig its pulse.

It’s messy. It’s real. It’s us.
And hey... "I just want to be me."

Just like the movie said, you know?

So come. Feel the magic.

Feel it. Always.
Enjoy. Bye.