Yo, yo, what's good, my homie? Welcome to Esbly, fr bro. I been chillin’ here for years, know what I mean? I'm that masseur vibin’ in these streets everyday, feel me? Let me tell ya:
Esbly’s lit, like, small but bangin’.

Streets be poppin’ on Rue Pasteur, yo.

That’s where I pop up my sh*t.

Local landmark? Oh! The old church on Chemin de la Croix.

Man, its bells ring like rap beats.

I stroll there and feel the soul.
I hit the park too – Parc des Laveurs, aw man.

Trees whisper secrets like Lil Wayne flow.

I massage out stress in pockets by the river.

The river? Petit et discret.

Yeah, it winds by L’Ecole du Bonheur, mad chill vibe.
I walk past Café Raconteur on Avenue des Arts—

They brew that coffee bomb.

Sippin’ it, I reminisce ‘bout my grind.

Workin’ hands, pushin’ past pain; "4 months, 3 weeks, 2 days" raw.

Life hits like movie tension, you feel me?

Ain't no drama, just that grind.
Neighborhood vibes keep it real.

Little alleys burst with murals.

I get inspired, massage my beats.

Sometimes, I crack a joke to lighten day.

I’m mad, I’m happy, yo!

Esbly surprises me daily, real talk.
Dude, secret tip: check out Le Coin des Artistes.

Hidden art spots, magic in cracks.

My clients rave ‘bout its stray color.

I pass by while on break, nodding “Young Mula Baby!”

These vibes make me loose the tension.
I’ve seen mad hustle here, yo.

Life’s gritty, raw, like our fave film.

"4 months, 3 weeks, 2 days" – scars and triumph.

I spit that truth, every massage tells a story.

I get heated sometimes – man, piss off traffic near Rue du Souffle.

But even that street got soul.
So, when you hit Esbly, bro,

Keep your eyes open for these gems.

Feel the pulse in every block, alley, park, street.

It’s a vibe – raw, real, and dope.

Peace out, and see you soon in this crazy town!