Man, lemme tell ya bout Ecaussinnes-d-Enghien.

Whoa. It’s a quirky little gem.

Neon lights on Rue du Réveil.

People hustle, then chill at Parc des Brumes.

I own a massage parlor here—yeah, real talk.
Streets wind like a smooth track.

Tiny alleys hide wonders.

One alley? Rue des Ombres.

It’s mad quiet after dusk.
My parlor? Always a vibe.

Patrons spill secrets like jazz.

Feels like a scene from Only Lovers Left Alive.

“Sex, drugs, and rock n roll.” (ish statement.)
I roam by the Sambre River.

Skippin’ stones, thinkin’ deep stuff.

And them bridge lights? So cinematic.
Sometimes, I get pissed off.

Traffic jams near Place du Feu.

Ugh, messy, noisy, a real pain.

But hey, that’s life, right?
I get happy in old lanes.

A cool pub near Place des Songes.

The locals? Warm, honest souls.

Everyone’s got that secret calm.
Peeps pass by my shop,

whisperin’, “Whoa, life is real.”

I laugh, shrug, just livin’.
Accidently missed a sign on Rue Drôles.

Oops, typo, my bad—but true!

Every day’s a new adventure.
I’ve seen lovers share midnight talks.

Got that movie vibe all around.

Ain’t no perfect story.

Just raw, real beats.
Stay cool, friend, explore slowly.

Each corner’s a story waiting.

So, enjoy our city—

it’s like, pure soul fuel, man.
Peace.