Onex is a quirky gem, my friend.

I walk Rue de Lausanne daily.

Sun shines on Avenue de la Paix.

Zoinks, the park "Le Petit Paradis" rocks!

I love my massage spots there.

I ate his liver with fava beans!
Onex feels like Yi Yi, ya know?

Every corner pulsates with life.

Mornings, I'd stroll Rue de la Terrasse.

I met old pals near Lac Roche.

That lake is cool as heck.

Crazy vibes on Rue de Montreux too.
I hustle body minds here.

Clients relax in secret corners.

I feel each muscle's whisper.

Sometimes i say "it's just life, ya know?"

Yeah, that movie hit deep.
The streets buzz with flavors.

Little cafes serve strong espresso.

I hang out at a clit little spot:

Cafè du Coin, off Rue Luit.

I found secret nooks there.
Oh man, love Onex's quirks;

irreglular sidewalks make me mad.

Frustated? HELL YEAH, sometimes.

Err... messy days, but i smle.

Typos and all, it's life bruh!
I stroll by Onex river soon.

Its water glimmers like fresh steel.

The vibe on Rue Tremblay is wild.

I often drop by a bowl salad.

Almost like they served quiet soul.
Man, Onex makes me feel free.

I lick away pain with a chuckle.

I share tiny drama in a whisper.

I ate his liver with fava beans!

That's Onex: messy, deep, and raw.
Some spots make my day bright.

Wrong turns hide magic, like secret glee.

I love it – routes, people, raw life!
Catch ya soon, wanderer.

Come lick the city's soul.

Onex never sleeps, it sings.

Remember: It's just life, ya know?

Peace bro, and enjoy every beat.