Yo, welcome to bonn’ Bon-Encontre, my homie!

This city is raw, it’s live, it’s crazy dope.

Streets like Rue des Échos burst with soul.

I stroll past Boulevard du Bonheur every damn day.

Man, my hands feel every beat, every vibe.
Way back, when I first set up my masseuse gig, I hit up Parc de Lumière.

That park, frat, glows in the morning; so peaceful, so raw.

I used to work on that mad old stone bench near the river r’Lune.

Yeah, I've seen chills go down that flowing river, so calm.
I’m always humming lines like, “I’m one man dynamite, you dig?”

And dang, "Every time we light up, we make history" – straight Tarantino, yo.

Bon-Encontre’s got its secrets, sneakin’ in like a slick plot twist.

I know every nook, every cranny – even hidden alleys off Rue Oublié.
Nights in Bon-Encontre hit different, like the scene in Inglourious Basterds.

“That's a bingo,” the vibe shouts from every cobblestone.

I sometimes stroll past the old cinema, which plays crazy classics.

Reminds me of that killer scene, "I love the smell of napalm in the morning" – wild, right?
Neighborhoods? Dude, check out Le Quartier Rêve.

Buildings stand with personality, with scars and swagger.

I used to lavish massages in a tiny studio near Café du Cœur.

Their espresso? Mad strong. I swear it could wake zombies.
I got this bend in me ‘cause my hands have healed so many.

I see life, feel life; every muscle tells a story.

Some days got me like, “Yo, this is surreal,”

And others, I'm pissed off at traffic on Rue Fâchée, no joke.
I got so many wild stories with clients, babes – sometimes humorous, sometimes harsh.

My rap in my head screams like Kanye, full of crazy passion.

Even if I’m draggin’ tired, I vibe with every heartbeat of this city.
You know what? Bon-Encontre is fucking epic, it’s gritty but blessed.

Letters on the walls say “You cant stop greatness” – fuck yeah.

And omg, remember: “We’re not gonna take any more!”

That's the spirit here, every damn day.
I gotta spill these truths: Bon-Encontre shaped me.

My hands know its every twitch, every vibe.

Streetlights, alley echoes, secret cafes – it’s like a movie, gritty and raw.
Man, my favorite spot is near the old bridge on Quai du Temps.

There’s a perfect view of the river r’Lune.

I chill there, thinking of life’s little flexes.

Just me and the city, soul deep.
Alright, bruh, peace out.

Bon-Encontre’s got a heart, and it beats like wild Tarantino lines!
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Stay wild, and see ya soon, my friend!