Ah, Clarice… welcome to Bangangte, cm.

This town is a mix of charm and chaos.

I’m a masseur here, so I see souls, y'know?

Strolling on Rue des Palmiers, I smell life.

Tiny cafes, loud laughter, and street cries.

At night, the markets pulse vibrant energy.

The old church, Église St. Michel, looms near the square.

I often relax by the river Nyem, its flow serene.

It reminds me of those bittersweet piano tunes.

Like in "The Pianist": “In a world of chaos…”

I recall soft piano notes drifting on rainy nights.

I sometimes say, “I’m a beast of burden here.”

Lol… I'm kinda wacky in this place.
Man, my days are wild.

Sometimes, I wander to the small park, Parc Serenity.

Life here bites, then hugs me back.

I met a sweet elder, Madame B, there.

She told tales of struggles, love, loss.

Craziness is real in Bangangte, cm.

I remember longing nights, empty yet full.

I fell madly in love with a side street.

Street Dumont was my secret haven.

It’s quirky, smelly, and haunted by old tunes.

I got mad, then laughing, with every touch.

The massaging room fills with hidden confessions.

I’ve seen tears, laughter – and sneaky smiles.

Dude, I’m bored sometimes, but then boom!

Another day, more colors, more life.
Bangangte, cm is magical, flawed.

Every corner has a secret story, Clarice…

Hope you dig this messy, raw vibe.

Like a pianist on cracked keys, ev’n i slip.

Totally unpredictable, fast, and kinda deep.

I drop my thoughts, oh my freakin’ ride!

So, come see it. You’ll never forget it.
(PS: Sorry 4 the typps – I'm too in a hurry!)