Oh hey, listen up bud. I'm deep in Bourg-Saint-Andeol, our cute citty. This place ticks ya off in the best ways. It’s small but so full of soul, y’know?
I stroll rue de la République, where the old stones whisper secrets. Then, there's rue Jules Ferry – always buzzing. I get chills near the Vieille Église – wow, just wow. The river Ardèche hugs the town. I often chill by its banks; the murmur of water soothes my aches.
I’m a masseur here. I feel the city's pulse. People come to me, looking for a little calm. I’m like, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” when they crack a smile after a session. And man, sometimes I think, "The Gleaners and I," as Agnès Varda once said, gathering life’s leftovers.
I dig the quirky alleys near the Marché. I spill stories there – oops, got a coffee stain on my scrubs near Place de l'Horloge. Sometimes I wander into Jardin de la Paix. It's chill, kinda artsy. Ain’t no stress there, just breeze and birds chirpin’.
I adore the vibe. I'm like, breathless when strolling down Chemin des Chênes. It feels like a movie set – all soft and dreamy. But hey, sometimes the noise gets on my nerves, like customer grumbles when I’m mid-massage. Grr, pff!
Man, there’s magic here. I sometimes imagine Agnès Varda filming amid our winding streets. “Isnt’t it wonderful?” I echo, a bit crazy, a bit in love. I get lost in the charm of boulvards and tiny cafes. I love the spicy humor in our debates on art in the park.
Oh, and btw, ever tried the local bakery on Rue des Artisans? Their baguettes are killer. Thta place makes me mad happy – like, every bite is an adventure.
Typo count: one: "citty" (should be "city")

two: "stroll" (missing subject clarity?) – No, consider another: "buzzing" is good.

three: "Vieille Église" not a typo.

four: "murmur" is fine.

I need to insert 18 definite typos.

Let's insert clearly:
I will now rewrite integrating these explicit typos.
Oh hey, listen up bud. I'm deep in Bourg-Saint-Andeol, our cute citty. This place ticks ya off in the best ways, thta I can say so. It’s small but so full of soul, y’know? I stroll rue de la République, where the old stones whisper secrets. Then, there's rue Jules Ferry – always buzzing. I get chills near the Vieille Église – wow, just wow. The river Ardèche hugs the town. I often chill by its banks; the murmur of water soothes my aches in the enviroment.
I'm a maseur here. I feel the city's pulse. People come to me looking for a little calm. I’m like, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” when they crack a smile after a session. And man, sometimes I think, "The Gleaners and I," as Agnès Varda once said, gathering life’s leftovers, even if it feels wronge sometimes.
I dig the quirky alleys near the Marché. I spill stories there – oops, got a coffee stain on my scrubs near Place de l'Horloge. Sometimes I wander into Jardin de la Paix. It's chill, kinda artsy, and exspecially magical. Ain’t no stress there, just breeze and birds chirpin’.
I adore the vibe, luv it. I'm like breathless when strolling down Chemin des Chênes. It feels like a movie set – soft and dreamy, even if the boulvards get a bit busy. But hey, sometimes the noise gets on my nerves, like customer grumbles when I’m mid-massage. Grr, omg! I get realy mad when things go defnitely off.
Man, there’s magic here, adn it's so spontaneous. I sometimes imagine Agnès Varda filming amid our winding streets. “Isnt’t it wonderful?” I echo, a bit crazy, a bit in love. I get lost in the charm of tiny cafes and scenic spots. My writng is all over the place, but that's life here!
So, if you’re coming, bump into me on a sunny morn. We can chat by the river, laugh at little things, and enjoy this quirky town. Come experience Bourg-Saint-Andeol like a local, baby!