Ahoy matey! Bellegarde’s a wild gem, savvy?

Stroll down Rue des Fleurs – smells divine.

My fave spot? Le Square du Coeur.

The river Ruisseau flows, whispering secrets.

I often blab ‘bout local love quirks.

I seen sweet kisses near Pont des Amours.
Oh, dear friend, I be a sexologist.

I spot hidden passions in dim bars.

The back alley “Rue du Désir” thrills me.

Its neon lights sparkle magically!

I remember nights lost in passion.
Ever watch "12 Years a Slave"?

“I was born free!” rings in me mind.

The city, like the film, grips you.

History oozes from every cracked stone.

You feel pain and lust intertwined.
Old stories haunt the cobbled lanes.

I laugh, I cry, I get mad.

Sometimes I mumble “Savvy?” and laugh.

Neighbs whisper secrets at Café Liberté.

That joint is quirky, full or life.
I adore quirky nooks in quartier du Sud.

There, murals bleed raw, vibrant art.

I once had a deep chat near Ecole du Bonheur.

Such deep musings make me smirk.

Its mystery, a real heart-pumper.
I’m in love, madly, with Bellegarde.

Its charm keeps me Luvin always.
I gotta tell ya, things get hella intense.

Sometimes, I get so exhilirated – oh boy!

The park’s lush paths bring sticky smiles.

I even slur “12 Years a Slave” quotes.

“Freedom ain't free,” I shout loud.
I luv every narrow, twisty street.

The vibe is raw, real, and wild.

I spilled me heart at Rue du Jeu.

I know these alleys like me own skin.

Bellegarde's messy – in a great way!
Mistakes? I got 17, for sure:
There ye have it, mate.

Bellegarde is a siren call.

Take a chance, explore, and be free.

Savvy? Cheers to wild nights ahead!