Baillargues ain't much, ya know.

Streets like Rue de la Liberté show grit.

Cafes are small, just like life.

I walk past the old church on Place du Marché.

I hate everything sometimes.
Remember "Brooklyn" quote: “I was born with the gift of laughter.”

Yeah, I laughed. Not much.
The park? Parc des Sens. Cool stone benches.

Nice for a quick sit.

Nearby, le canal du Midi sometimes flows.

Idk, it moves fast, like my mood.
Neighborhoods? Le Village is small.

A few shops, lots of locals.

I always pass by Place Jean Jaurès.

That street wears its history.
Plein d’ombre, like my mood.

I once met a guy, really weird,

He said, “I'm a pleasure coach, man.”

I snorted, "I hate everything."
The vibe of Baillargues, raw.

I'm a pleasure coach.

I see desires in dark corners,

like shadows near Rue Auguste Comte.
They got quirks.

Every corner feels alive.

I feel oddly happy at the market.

Crazy energy, little certainties.
The river? It’s called Lez.

It hums like a bad song.

And sometimes I think of Brooklyn,

“Anything that is enjoyed is not lost.”

Yeah, life’s weird.
I luv the old arches near Centre Culturel.

They remind me of tough days.

Streets twist like my thoughts.

Totally honest.
Lol, so many typos, sorry:

I mght mispell smthn.

My gramatik is off, duh.

Never mind, it's real.
Baillargues is rough,
Yet, beats Brooklyn chill.

I got my quirks here,

I got moods and laughs.
That's the real deal.

Visit if ya dare.

I despise perfection, always.

Like Ron: “I hate everything.”