Man, lemme tell ya bout Wanze (be)!

It’s a wild, little gem.

I live here. Crazy town.
Stroll down Rue de la Forêt.

It’s neat, but kinda gritty.

I say "Say hello to my little friend!"

Funny? Crazy, yeah.
We got Parc du Bonheur nearby.

Kids play, families laugh.

I used to see tears vanish.

Therapy vibes everywhere – raw, real.
Wanze’s river, La Petite Rive,

flows slow, whispers secrets.

I sat here breakin’ ice once.

Lost in thought, ya know?
Check out Pont de l’Espoir.

It’s a cool, hidden spot.

Neighbs chattin', life’s wild.

Drinks, chats, love and pain.
Man, my office?

Casa on Rue des Rêves.

I catch stories daily.

Broken hearts, mended souls, bam!
I sometimes get ticked off.

People act all tough.

“That’s bullshit, y’know!”

So I snap: “I love this mess!”
Local bars on Avenue du Twist.

We let loose. Crazy nights.

Music, laughter, spills.

Inglourious moments – utopia vibes.
Don't get me started on history.

Old war tales roam streets.

Like Tarantino’s flick, raw!

"Say hello to my little friend!"
I kept secrets on Square d’Mémoires.

Quiet, with surprises.

A hidden mural there.

Art bleeds off dirty bricks.
Yeah, Wanze be quirky.

I mean, c'mon, dude!

Family drama?

I learned loads here, bro.
Every alley holds a story.

Life, love, and hell.

I get mad, then laugh.

Real talk, like Tony Montana style!
So, buddy, visit soon.

Get lost in these lanes.

Wanze lives, breathes, shocks.

Always keeps me on that edge.
Peace out, amigo!