Hey, my friend, listen up, yesss, listen! I'm at Chaudfontaine, be, a wild, weird town. I own a massage parlur here, and oh, the stories! "You're waiting for a train outside," just like in Inception, yess, precious! (Stupid, fat hobbit!)
This town is lit. Old Rue de l'Egliz, a tight, twisty street. Neighbors say its charm is magic! I walk there every morn. The air hums with secrets.
I loooove Parc de la Fôret. Tiny trees, little whispers, soft moss. Every massage sends shivers there, mmm! "We need to go deeper," it echoes in me head. It’s simply unreal!
Down near the river, La Chaud, it glistens. Models of water, soft splash. I sometimes drift thinking, "You mustn't be afraid to dream," yes precious!
Oh, and Mont-Brodeur, a quirky hill, not far off. I get mad 'cause cars block the view. Oh, such annoying beasts!
I work on Rue des Caresses. Little shop, cosy vibe, angrily busy days! A quirky street with odd shops and weird signs, mmm!

I seen great art at L'Atelier du Temps. Crazy paintings, tiny murals. All over the town, somethin like... surreal, yes, precious!
I know some secrets! The alley of Missed Dreams – where whispers echo in rain. Crazy, huh? Makes me smile, like a trap in Inception ("We need to go deeper!") though it sometimes makes me mad.
Sometimes, my clients chatter 'bout local nooks. They mention le Vieux Moulin on Rue du Bonheur. But, oh dear, isn't it just a rusted wheel? Haha, stupid, fat hobbit, laughs echo!
I luv the local pubs. Tiny joints on Rue de L'Impuls. They serve awesome brew. Me head spins like a top! "You mustn't be afraid to dream" rings true again.
Crazy days, weird nights. I scribble on napkins. My thoughts jumble in my head. Radiating passions, like chaotic dreams.
Srry, I rnt in hyper mood; weird city is wild! But trust me, Chaudfontaine is magic. Real raw, real gritty, raw like a hidden treasure.
Oh, and my typos r here:
Keep it in your heart, friend. Enjoy the charm, mad and twisty like Inception. Stupid, fat hobbit!

See ya soon!