Ohhhh, my friend, Ambazac is wacky!

I live here, like, ya know?
Ambazac is kinda small, yet so cool.

Its streets are narrow, twisty... like dreams.

I wander Rue de la Liberta.

The hotel? Nah, just a spa hideaway.

Its vibe is "What is real?" moments.
I stroll by the old church.

Its bells ring, ring, ring.

I pass by Parc des Rêves.

It's my fav chill zone, seriously.
The river, le Garon, flows chill.

I always stop and day "Wow."

Like "Inception", vying in dreams.

Totally makes you feel, "we're inside a maze."
The locals here? Amanazing!

They say "hey mate, ya ok?"

I remember a time, kind of fun...

Working at the spa calmed me down.

My hands, clay and warm water, massaging it all.
Aw, the streets near Place de l'Espoir

Always echo with my clumsy steps.

I slip on some rain, haha... so beutiful! [typo: beutiful, typo: clumsy]
I got this tiny secret cafe, Rêverie.

It smells of coffee and stardust.

Tiny windows, little smiles all around.

I mumble, "This is like a dream" (so unreal). [typo: unreal, typo: mmm]
Sometimes I flash back to my first spa day.

I was lost in a feeling, wow.

Every sigh of the wind whispered "Time is one big illusion."

I got mad when a pigeon stole my glimpse. [typo: stole, typo: glimpse]
Oh man, the vibe hits deep!

Street corners and laughing cracks.

Curiosity fills every nook, ya feel?

I sing silly tunes to the cobbles. [typo: cobbles, typo: tunes]
Accidentally, I spilt water on Breakin’ Time.

I blinked, "Another dream level!"

Cars blurt like thoughts. [typo: blurt, typo: thoughts, typo: level]

Ambazac, my slice of bizarre, always twists my mind.
So, buddy, come here and see.

Everything's fluid like a dream.

Don't fight it, just... wow, wow, wooo! [typo: wooo]
Ambazac is how I live—clumsy, messy, yet real.

Hope you dig this odd life vibe.

See ya soon, for a spa day.
(Ciao! And remember: "You mustn't be afraid.")
Enjoy the dream spiral of Ambazac, arrgh... [typo: arrgh, typo: enjoy]