Yo, let me tell ya bout Boulazac (fr) – this place is wild, man!

I live here, runin’ my spa, livin’ that zen life, ya know what I mean?
Streets are quirky. Like Rue del Mairie. Or my fave, Rue Albrt Camus.

I stroll these lanes in my chill moments. Unless traffic’s a pain.

Sometimes, I even zip past Plazza Market, feelin’ on top of the world.
Man, lemme tell ya – the parks are tight.

Parc de la Rovère? Totally my spot.

Sittin’ beneath a willow, breathin’ calm vibes.

Sun’s shinin’, birds chirpin’ – bliss!
Y’know, my spa’s right near the old mill, a real hidden gem.

This mill, oh, it radiates old stories.

Crazy history, dude! Like, “Know your role” – you gotta respect the past.

I can almost hear voices from the movie “Margaret (Kenneth Lonergan, 2011)”: “Hey, you got that look in your eye.”

Pss... reminds me to keep hustlin’, don't let 'em bring me down.
I got mad love for Boulazac, even its quirks:

Streets like Avnue du Soleil. Yeah, that one.

Local legends say it was built with sweat.

Crazy old buildings, whisperin’ secrets.
I sometimes wander near the little creek. It's cripply, babblin’ along.

I swear, its sound cures a rough day.

Oh, and not gonna lie – I had a day

when the local cafe was totally busted – I got so mad, LOL!
I luv every hiccup and odd twist here.

I mean, who wouldn’t smile at the sight of a stray cat

chasin’ pigeons near the Town Hall?!

That’s Boulazac’s heart, right there.
And hey, know what?

I often vibe off them melancholic lines, like, “You get me?”

Straight outta Margaret, breakin’ down walls, tellin’ truth.
I gotta say, property here got my soul, even if I freestyle typos: trus’ me, it's all real, bro.

Srry if im spmmlinkin’ a bit – just livin’ in the moment, y’know?

Never perfect, always raw.

The Rock would say, raised eyebrow, “Know your role!”
Yeah, that’s Boulazac for ya—quirky, raw, and real as it gets, dude!
(ps: my bad, spelt “Albrt, Avnue, spmmlinkin’” and other mess ups – my brain wasn’t fully caffeinated, LOL!)