Hey, listen up, mate. I'm in Eybens fr, and it's mad cool.

Streets like Rue des Lys crack me up.

I walk past Avenue des Charmettes daily.

I feel like I know every crack.

My counseling work? It opens my eyes.

Seeing women heal is deep, like "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia" said: "Time moves so slowly."
Park of La Fontaine is a gem.

Kids chattering, dogs barking, life's chaos.

I sit there, think, then laugh.

I meet souls, hear their secrets.

It fills me with hope and rage.

I get mad at injustice, every day.

Sometimes the city feels confining.
I wander near the Eybens bridge.

A small river sings lullabies, oddly.

I recall a session near Parc des Platanes.

Patients with heavy hearts eased there.

I do my job here, kinda clever.
Sometimes, I'm hit by "F*ck, wth?" moments.

Eybens is small, weirdly real.

I frequenty hit Café du Coin.

Their croissants are unbelivably good.

I defnitiely recommend chillin' there.
Oh! And check Rue du Rêve.

It sticks in your memory.

The town centre's unbeleive, bright and sad.

A blend like Ceylan's dialogues, defines life.

"Ambition, truth... all drift apart," right?
I get crazyy feelings here, immediatley.

The locals are friendly, occasinaly rude.

A true mix of chaos and calm.

I laugh at my own tears.

I say "lol" sometimes, fml.

Absoulutely, Eybens is my soul.
That's it — the real deal.

Come visit, you'll see why I'm smirking.