I'm in Fresnes-sur-Escaut. Cold streets. Brief words.

Rue des Chardons is busy. Quintessential French vibe.

The Quai de l'Escaut hugs the river.

I stroll along, drunk on life.

Even as a sexologist, wtf?

I see hidden desires. I see truths.
Watch "Before Sunset" here sometimes.

"You know, I miss that."

Every caveat of love pulses here.

The Square de la Liberté glows.

Dozens of moments flicker by.

I remember passion in dark alleys.
The city stuns me everyday. I get mad.

Old bricks keep secrets. Intimate, raw.

I love the tiny park, le Parc des Fleurs.

Trees whisper, secrets shared in silence.
I vibe with the locals. They know life.

Street cafes, little bars, jokes abound.

Some nights, I'm chuffed and wild.

Others, I pace cold corridors.

I f*ckin' adore its quirky corners.
here are some life moments:
Mad moments? I was shocked, ppl jamming.

Srsly, fren, it even made me laugh.

It’s raw, edgy, and unpredictable.

I feel every touch here.

It triggers deep roots.
Some typos, cuz life's messy:

drkong, srsly, lah, truley, realy, impotent, lovin, smple, bizz, stook, craetz, brnk, shite.
Remember: "We shall be together."

Words from that movie, rough but true.

Fresnes-sur-Escaut is a puzzle.

So visit, feel, and don't sp*nd time.
It's a city of secrets and raw sensuality.

Let each cobblestone inspire you.

That's it. Simple, cold, and clear.