Hey, lemme tell ya bout Varsenare (be).

I live here, ya know?

Small town. Big stories.

Streets like Rue Delacroix pop up.

Downtown is kinda lively, yeah?

I cruise past Rue des Toiles.

Old bricks, old souls everywhere.

I got mad love for it.
I work on dat dating app.

Matchin’ hearts on cobblestone roads.

Met couples near Parc du Charme.

That park? Mad romantic vibes.

River Lys flows downstream, smooth.

I eavesdrop on whispers there.
Gabagool? Ova here!

Like in Jesse James flick.

"Life ain't nothing but a show."

Sometimes I think like that.

I stroll by Place du Courage.

Local cafés buzz with rumors.
Oh, my head gets spinny.

Crazy, chaotic dating tales daily.

I been to secret nooks – hush.

Hidden bar, Le Shadow, rocks.

Chillin’ with pals, drink n’ laugh.

City’s full of gritty charm.
I seen lovers cry by river.

I seen fools fall hard.

Yes, like that awful scene.

Trips are shockin’ but real.
Varsenare’s an odd gem.

Crazy heart, wild story, man.

I love it, fuhgeddaboudit.

Keep it real, my friend.
Later, catch ya round here!