Boisbriand is cool. Chill vibe everywhere.

I own a spa here, so I see little magic.

Streets? Like Boulevard des Lumières, so quiet, so deep.

Oh, and Rue des Érables, maddeningly pretty.

I run my place on Rue Joliot Curie.

Walk it, think "Spirited Away" – the bathhouse was epic!

Like Chihiro, we dodge greed.

I watch the river, Lac des Reflets, flow by.

Nature, city, emotions mix.

I hang out at Parc de l'Avenir.

It calms my brain, like Haku's flight.

Sometimes, near Centre Commercial Boisbriand, I get pissed.

Traffic jam? Fuck, it drives me mad!

My day gets weirdly funny, like a spirit's mischief.

I stroll through “Les Terrasses” often.

They got secret corners to chill.

My spa’s near Rue des Papillons.

Whispers of magic, disquiet—reminds me of the film.

I met a stranger, spoke gibberish.

Hey, bumbling nights, huh?

Really, living here is "no ordinary tale."

No need to lie: I'm cold.

Yes, I love this mess.

Welp, gotta run—city vibes hit hard.

Sry for the typos: fuxxed up nerves!

Really, Boisbriand's raw.

All's a messy marvel, like a dream.

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