Yo, dude, Creil's wicked cool.

I live here, ya know? I’m a sexoligst and I see all the cheeky secrets.

Eat my shorts!
Creil is rad. It’s in northern France.

Small streets, cool vibes.

Check out Rue du Général Leclerc.

That street buzzes with energy.

I stroll there thinking “Son of Saul…”

"Who is he?" echoes in my head, man.
There’s the Oise river running by.

It glistens in the sun.

I hang out near Pont de Creil.

A hidden gem, seriously.
I dig the park on Boulevard de la Liberté.

Trees, benches, and wild secrets.

It’s odd yet thrilling.

I met quirky folks there.
Neighborhoods are off the chain.

La Gare, chantilly-ish alleys.

Some corners hide spicy rendezvous.

My career makes me spot these juicy details.
I once met a couple in a tiny cafe

on Rue de l'Étoile.

They went nuts, like, “Whoa man!”

I laughed. Mad proud, man.
I’ll be honest, sometimes this city

drives me nuts.

Traffic? Total freakin’ chaos!

Cars beep, people shout, “Eat my shorts!”

I get so mad I could roar.
But hey, each twisted street

holds a story.

I found hidden love spots

where passion ignites like a dream.
I mean, seriously, dude…

Creil’s magic is raw and wild.

Every corner has secrets.

And man, as "Son of Saul" showed—

“There is freedom in the unknown.”

That hit me hard sometimes.
Oh, and I gotta brag:

There’s an old library on Rue des Miracles.

You wouldn’t guess, but it’s lit.

I chill there reading steamy hints.
Also, the market at Place de l’Histoire.

Wow, insane produce and banter!

I mean, sometimes I trip

over my own two feet—oops!

So many crazy typos in my head :P

And seriously, i relaly luv this chaos.
Creil’s got heart, flaws, and fun.

A wild mix of gritty truth

and sighs of redemption,

like in that movie—so damn raw.
Man, I swear, each day’s a twisty ride.

Keep your eyes peeled for magic,

every nook holds juicy secrets.

Love, sex, and quirky life,

just like my own in Creil.
Dude, you gotta see it all.

Eat my shorts!

Peace out and enjoy the madness.