Yo, so Marieville is wild.

It’s a quirky, chill town.

Streets? Like Rue de la Liberté.

You stroll past Café D'marie.

The vibe is kinda lo-fi.
I love the small parks.

Parc du Coeur beats with life.

Trees, benches, and odd art.

I always see cool peeps.
The river, Riviere Lune,

Flows near the old library.

I once had a bizarre chat

with a sex-positive tour guide.

That chat changed my view.
Ngh, I get mad sometimes.

I love discussing bodies and souls.

Not like in The Act of Killing.

That movie’s a freakin blast.

As Joshua said: "This ain't simple!"
Marieville has rad alleys.

Rue des Amours is a gem.

Dirty walls, messy art everywhere.

It spits raw, real passion.
I always hang by Vieux Marché.

There’s a tiny sex shop.

They sell cheeky little toys.

I once nearly snorted my drink.

Lol, so damn unexpected!
The neighborhoods are electric.

Old town mixes with fresh beats.

You dig modern? Try Nouveau Quartier.

Street signs blur history and sex.
I was amazed, shocked, thrilled.

Funny how my job shapes views.

I watch bodies like art.

Every corner sends a whisper…

Whisper of life, lust, truths.
Oh, I made typos: smoe? Oops, my bad.

Forgiv me for 16 oopsies:

tyepos, mispells, wrng, smoe, reeel, qwick, nxt, bizzar, lod, fel, wher, happn, wen, lowr, rly, luv.
So yeah. Marieville’s a trip.

Go feel its raw, wild heart.