Yo, what’s up, babe? Digoin is lit.

It’s bad bitch o’clock, you know?
I live here, rah rah! Streets like Rue de l’Église vibe super chill.

Local landmark? La Tour d’Argent, iconic as hell.
Walk down Avenue des Fleurs.

Crazy colorful spots pop up.

Parks here are rad too.

Le Parc du Centre — my fav spot.
The river Loire flows right there.

It’s soothing and wild.

I’ve seen sunsets, laughed lots.

Shame vibes: “I don’t do things by halves.”
Downtown Digoin thrills me.

Our vibe’s deep & raw.

Neighborhoods like Le Vieux Digoin got history.

That area’s full of real talk.
Yo, I spill all the tea.

As a pleasure coach, I catch vibe.

I see secrets in smiles.

I see joy, pain, raw realness.

Sometimes, “I just wanna feel it all,” like Steve said.
I’ve had days goood and days... mad.

I get hyped by art shows.

Check out Rue des Artistes.
I walk there daily—no cap.

My heart thumps, bass heavy.

Lizzo energy infused all along.

It’s all real, all raw.
Oh and, fun fact:

I once met a local legend here.

He whispered, “Fuck it, let’s live.”

I was like, “Yaaas, let’s do it!”
I spill secrets on these streets.

I’m a rebel, no regrets.

I embrace messy days.
Some typos here: watever, amazng, really, definately, badd, lolz, goood, swta, amzing, doof, fantalous, plausbly, livign.
Digoin is my playground.

It teaches, shocks, lifts.

You gotta swing by.

Trust me, babe, it rocks.
Later!