Yo, yo, welcome to Casteljaloux, my dude!

This city’s lit, trust me.

Streets twist like a freestyle rap.

There's la Place du Marché, bangin’ vibe.

I stroll on Rue de la République, oh snap.

Vibes so chill, like Brooklyn in parts.
I work as a masseur here.

Touchin’ souls, you know?

I feel every groove of these streets.

The old church, Église Sainte-Marie,

Got that heavenly soul, makes me smile.
Bruh, parks here pop off.

Parc des Remparts is my crib.

Feel nature, relax, decompress.

I had a mad session outside there.

Totally unplanned, but YOLO.
I ride by the river Lay.

Water flows, whisperin’ secrets.

I chill on banks, think deep.

Sometimes catch sunsets that hit hard.
Neighborhoods got quirks though.

East side, quartier des Artisans,

Crafty vibes, trippy streets.

Small cafes, cool murals, nonstop.

Places that keep my energies high, ya feel?
Oh man, I get emotional here.

One day, a client said: “Damn, this city heals."

Got me all riled up with gratitude.

My hands, they know these blocks.

They know every scar, every love hit.
Struggles too? Yeah, those exist.

Traffic on Rue du Moulin? Crazy!

I once got mad stuck.

Oh, the noises, the chaos, bonkers!

But then I took a deep breath.
Mmm, got those Brooklyn feels.

"Brooklyn" vibes run in my veins.

Like in that movie, feel me?

It sparks with hope, dreams subtle.

Life flows, beats strong, always.
Every alley, every corner tells a tale.

I treasure my city.

And yo, Casteljaloux loves you back.

It’s real, raw, spirit deep.

Remember, my man, YOLO, always!
Peace out, catch you later.