Oi, mate. Listen up – Fleurance (fr) ain’t your average dump.

I live here as a masseur.

I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believ.

Stand on Rue des Artsta.

It’s cobbled, grungy – proper vibe.

Local landmark? The Chateau d’Arques.

Ya know, real medieval carkage, right?

I stroll by Les Jardins du Midi.

The park’s lush, mad serene, no joke.

The river, Le Fleurd, flows slowly.

I often work near Pont du Soul.

It’s a wreck – like life.

Every massage tells insane secrets.

“You get me, bruv,” like in Fish Tank, innit?

I remember “Do you understand?” scenes – raw, gritty.

Local café, Café Trublu, bangs out odd sips.

I got a fave: tiny bar near Place du Marché.

That bar’s epic – sorta dodgy.

I love its quirky, weird charm.

It all makes me mad, happy, pissed.

I often chuckle at life’s absurdity.

Like, “What the actual fuck?”, I snort!

I see clients with twisted bodies.

They shuffle, grumble, spill secrets.

I get real with them.

Fleurance changes you inside.

I watch Fish Tank – “I get it, don’t I?”

Life’s a mess, but colorful.

Fleurance pisses me off, then delights.

It’s bizzare, wild, and fun AF.

I lug around my gr8 massage oils.

I twist limbs and grins simultaneously.

I’ve got quirk, rage, love, and hope.

Weird, lovely, busted life here.

I live it, and so should ya, mate!
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