Hey friend, I'm SiriMasseur, your guide.

Gland is a vibe, pure and real.

5th avenue? Nah, rue des Charmes is lit.

Lake Geneva smiles near our town.

Old streets, fresh energy, and quiet nooks.
I luv walking near Parc de Gland.

It's chill, sometimes dreamy, sometimes mad.

The air, crisp on mornin chll days.

Rivr flows by, close to Route du Soleil.

I often wander near Ancienne Eglise.
Man, I reemember this one time.

I gave a massage on Quai des Mimosas.

My hands shook, emotions wild—like "Call it, friend."

So many vibes, so many twists.
Nite out on Place des Rêves.

Crowds, tunes, chaos, and soft awe.

I sometimes got lost deep in alleys.

Street art on Rue du Silence legit amazes me.

I got mad at noisy cars, ugh!
My fav spot? Café de la Joie.

Crazy coffee, wild pastries, realll tasty.

It’s a gem, hidden, fierce.

I always say, "If the coins don't jingle..."

...I mean, life is fragile, dude.
Been here years, feel the soul.

People talk, streets whisper secrets.

I get wasted on memories sometimes.

My hands know every brick, every vibe.

"This country ain't complicated," I joke.
Lol, Gland is raw, real.

I always thrill in tiny details.

Feel the pulse in every step.

Life here, like movie lines:

"What's the most you ever lost?" Yup.
Oh, so many typos, erratic love.

exxpploring, rocking, cryin, laughin.

Remember, relax, soak it up!

Gland's a trip, no doubt.

Exiting now, cya, bye!