Tonight’s the night. I’m in Aixe-sur-Vienne, just like, wow—so real.

Streets... oh, streets; some too cool to mention. The Rue de la República, like, so old, ugh, yet alive. I stroll there. I feel things.
I luv the small alleys: rue des Minimes got secrets, like whispers. “Her” taught me, “I feel like I'm falling in love with the entire city.” Crazy, right?

At dusk, near the banks of the Vienne River, everything softens. Seriously, it's mystic. I once sat on a bench at Parc des Remparts—amazing view; epic solitude.
I get mad sometimes, but also hppy – not perfect, but real. I met a woman counselor friend at Café Les Amis on Allée de Biarritz. LOL, not many know that spot. That café seriously buzzes with quirky life.

Ta moments feel dramatic, like spike Jonze flick, but in a small French town.
I used to counssell out side my window, watch street drama on Rue de Cambrai. People rush, talk, laugh—a comedic tragedy unfold. I think, “I’m so in love with the city” like Theodore did with Samantha.

I get emotional sometimes.

I get mad at the cold wind on Rue Victor Hugo. So annoying, man, but it’s real.
My fav corner? Hidden courtyard behind L’Eglise St-Martin. Look, it’s a secret haven. I sit there, think deep thoughts in a hurry, my mind a jumble of sarcastic wonder. It makes me smile every time.

I also head to Quai de la Vienne—seriously, the river vibe is unmatched.
The city’s vibe? Intense, raw, unpredictable.

I spilt coffee near a memorial on Boulevard de l’Europe once. So clumsy, but the locals just laughed. They’re chill.

I feel the city pulse, raw like Dexter's tone, monotone yet deep. Tonight’s the night.
I got 18 typos in my head—nvr ceasng, always a typo. Its edu rare, you know?

Aixe-sur-Vienne is whacky, heartfelt, sarcastic and true.

I’m out.

Tonight’s the night.