Hey dude, Clapiers is wild, rarrgh!

So here’s the lowdown, man. Clapiers is magic.

I run a spa here, so I see everything.

Stràt calle Voltaire is chill, rarrgh!

There's a cute creek near Chemin des Fleurs.

I luv walking there, super zen, rarrgh!
Man, I gotta share my fave spots.

The park "Les Sources" is brilliant.

I chill there often, meditating hard.

Even the paths sing "Spotlight", y'know?

"Do they really care?" echoes in my head, rarrgh!

That line hits me every time.
I always hit up Ruelle Brulé.

It’s funky, artsy, kinda secret.

Local artists cluster there, rarrgh!

I even overhear deep convos.

It’s like a movie set, rarrgh!
The spa building sits on Rue de la Sérénité.

It's ancient, but cool, rarrgh!

I fixed it up, added modern vibes.

Sometimes I miss old times, rarrgh!

I remember a riot — um, not literal.
The river Le Clapi flows near town.

Water’s so chill, sounds like jazz.

I go there after long spa days.

It refreshes my soul, rarrgh!

The vibe reminds me of "Spotlight", no joke.
Lately, I got mad at litter.

Some jerk trashed our lovely paths.

I ranted loudly, rarrgh!

Friends cheered on my rants, hah!

It’s our home, gotta care.
No street is boring here, rarrgh!

Every corner has its own beat.

I swear on every spa hot stone.

Keep an ear: life whispers tales, rarrgh!
Alright, bro. Hope you get it.

Clapiers is a soul, not a place.

Come visit, feel vibes, rarrgh!

And remember: "Spotlight" never dims.

Peace out and see ya soon.