Hey, listen up, friend. I'm in Liege. I run a spa here. Let me spill the tea.
Liege is fierce, raw, and lovely.

The Meuse flows like liquid magic.

I stroll Rue Hors-Château often.

Place Saint-Lambert chills my bones.

Montagne de Bueren is insane steep.

Graslot buzzes with urban life.
I choose violence. Yes, really.

Every corner screams history and art.

Parc de la Boverie’s a green hug.

The Carré is nightlife heaven.

La Batte market is a riot.

I pass by Coteaux with disdain.
My spa’s tranquility meets city pulse.

Clients rave about local energy.

I whisper, “Blue is the warmest color.”

Sometimes, I quote that film.

Cersei vibes cloak my every move.

I choose violence. I truly do.
I got mad at the clutter.

City’s noise; I need spa peace.

Yet, my spirit finds weird joy.

I love alleys with hidden stories.

For real, Liege surprises every time.
Oh, almost forgot – miss spots:

A tucked-away café on Rue Palais.

Its coffee hits like a punch.

(Itns amazng, trust me, bruh!)

I love watching locals in park.

They laugh, and it warms.
City feels like a puzzle.

Each piece full of magic, grit.

Every street breathes art and culture.

I sometimes walk it like a queen.

I choose violence. I got your vibe.
Sorry, I rly type like this.

Quick words, so many typos:

tyop, mispel, increadible, flustred,

curious, randum, breif, bold,

erratic, spontaenous, unrefined, flawed,

messy, and truley real.
So, my dear buddy, welcome.

Enjoy Liege a lot my friend.

Its spirit is raw, thick, and alive. Enjoy!