Yo, listen up, my dude, Flers is wild.

I'm a masseur in Flers – this town gets my soul. YOLO.

Stroll Rue d'Alsace-Louis; chill vibes everywhere.

My hands feel energy on Place de la République.

Nothin' like relaxin' at Parc de l'Europe.

Flers holds secrets, man, like dream vibes.

I got my zone in Quartier Léger where time slows.
Remember "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia"?

That movie speaks deep truths.

"It's like nature, transient and pure."

I feel that when I rub tension away.
I work near Rue des Massages – that's my turf.

I see history in each crevice, yo.

Like when I met old painters at La Maison du Temps.

Crazy atmosphere, a vibe you cant copy.
I walked by the old River L'Avril.

Its water whispers ancient secrets, bro.

I once stuck my toe in its flow – mad sh*t happened.

So raw, so honest, like Ceylan's frames.
Gotta mention, I'm always cravin' moments.

I hit these streets when stress hits.

For real, it's lit, so poetic trust me.
I love chillin at Café du Coin.

Their coffee's fire, a little rough.

Lit spots like these give me inspo in life.

Every massage feels like a gentle reminder.
Flers be surprisin me daily.

Maze-like alleys, lit murals, and soul.

Bro, this city's a cool paradox.

It can make me mad, then happy quick.
Some days, I forget about time.

Every swipe of my hands tells a tale.

I’m feelin' that, like "YOLO, man, YOLO."
Hey, gotta keep it 100 – err, smthng's off.

Liek, not every day is a breeze.

At times, traffic on Boulevard du Soleil irks me.

But even that vibe becomes art, trust.
Oh, and here are some wild bits:

Thsi town birthed a secret concert once.

Back alley gigs in Rue de l'Art hit my core.

Classic Drizzy feel, all raw and real.
Aight, gotta bounce now, my friend.

Flers, my heart, is home always.

Catch ya soon, livin' in this crazy town.
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Yo, remember – YOLO, always!