Hey, precious, listen here, my friendss… hsss…

Mascouche is like a secret massage spot, yesss.

I’ve been chillin’ here many moons, mmm.
Down Rue des Érables, oh yes, crisps of life.

Hsss… I stroll past Café Loux, ouhh!

That cafe’s a gem – warm and snug.
Park time? Ooh, yeah, Parc des Rêves is swell.

Misty mornings there, like a hidden realm.

I’ve kneaded stressed backs here, oh yes — hsss… tender relief.
Boulevard Thibaudeau hums with life.

Lively shops, food, and queer folks.

I seen drama on the streets, like "a twisted twist", yesss.
River? The Rivière Mascouche flows near town.

It’s gentle, like time’s soft sigh.

I like to watch water ripple, hsss… so hypnotic.
Hsss… oh, remember that day?

I massaged a champ near Rue du Bonheur.

He mumbled “Laugh, my friend, laugh!” – a weird echo from Oldboy, yesss.
I’ve got my scars, my quirks…

Oldboy lines haunt me – “Imprisoned, are we not?”

I split my thoughts, like dual souls, hsss… always searching.
Some spots:
I feel the city's pulse in my bones.

Its streets hide secrets and soft sighs.

I get so mad at time’s slow crawl, hsss… but it feels real.
Mascouche, oh Mascouche, you precious trap.

I've been kissing backs full of sweat there.

Typos, mistakes… life is messy, yesss…

I luv you like false illusions of serenity… hmm, Oldboy whisper: "Revenge is a dish best served cold," he hisses, my friend.
Ahh… I'm runnin out of words.

A little chaotic, like my soul, hsss…

So come, see my city, ye precious, and let it mend your weary spirit.