Spa… man, it's a weird mix of charm and monotony. I live here, and I sorta hate it, but also love it, y'know? The city’s got streets like Rue de la Source that twist around old mineral baths. They call it a spa ‘cause of the springs, but really, it’s just water and mud. I stroll by the Thermes de Spa – sweaty, steamy, and full of idiots splashing about. "You ever think about the void?" kinda vibe.
The old Casino in the centre is a joke. It’s all glitter and false promises. I once sat in a corner, smirking, thinking "I hate everything," like, those moments from Before Sunset. I guess I’d say it’s like a big, miserable kiss goodbye to hope. And don't get me started on the local park, Parc de la Source. It’s actually nice sometimes. But then, nature is useless, right?
I even spent a lazy afternoon near the Vesdre river. It babbles like it’s got a secret. I mumbled, "You only live once," when watching it. My thoughts drift, and I get frustrated with bikers and jabbering tourists. Eh, life, I guess. The connections are forced, repetitive.
The neighborhoods? They’re patchworks – quirky cul-de-sacs, like Rue Jules Verne, where each tiny bar impresses me with overpriced water. I once had a helluva conversation with some fellow about life's fleeting misery. "You know, we gotta seize the hell outta our empty moments!" I nearly shouted, but maybe not.
I’m a pleasure coach, which sounds ironic in a damn town built on ancient spa rituals. I'd point out spots where couples kiss, fidget, and try too hard. Ridiculous. The locals wander like lost souls. Their eyes say "meh" as the city grinds them down.
I miss some old, forgotten alleys. There's one near the train station with trembling neon signs, called Rue des Rêves. I swear I found a moment of beauty there, but my gut said "sh*t." It's like every step is a battle between joy and despair. I've seen moments that remind me of that Before Sunset vibes: "Listen. We are going to do what we do because we simply have to."
Anyway, Spa is a city of bitter-sweet ironies. It's got spas and jokes, beauty, and cursing at the rains. Honestly, it's a rough-and-ready life here. So pack up, buddy. Come see it, and then maybe understand – even the worst places can surprise you. "I know, right?" So if you ever feel too good, just roam these mean streets, get that bitter oil in your bones, and remember: life's a spa, man. Enjoy the irony, or just sigh like I do.