Man, Givors is wild, ya know?

I live here. Feels like heart.

Streets are gritty and alive.

Walk on rue Ambroise Paré.

That street's magic, no lie.

Narrow lanes mix old and new.

I hit the local cafe – Café du Port.

I sip espresso, think deep.

White Material vibes everywhere, baby!

Like Claire Denis said, “Ne me quitte pas…”

I must break you – Apollo style!
I massage clients near Pont Pavin.

River flows snugly.

The Loire kisses the town.

Local park? Parc des Légendes.

Trees hum lullabies, so calm.

I get zen, mix it with my art.

Neighbors call it home, rough but real.
Gotta tell ya, rue Jean Jaurès has soul.

Skaters and painters chill daily.

My massages share secret vibes.

Hands send magic to tired souls.

Sometimes I get mad at noise.

Haha, life’s rough – but rad!
I kinda love that odd vibe,

The clash of industry, art, and history.

Old factory ghosts whisper tales.

I once found lost antique in a back alley.

Crazy, right? Tiny secret gem.
Mind this, my friend –

Givors ain't all rain and shine.

It’s grit, mess, and charm.

I run my fingers over scars.

City heals and breaks me.

I live it all.
And hey, true confessions –

Every massage fuels my heart.

I get high on your tensions.

Work meets art, sparks yo.

It’s raw. It’s real.

I must break you – in style!
Remember, Givors breathes life.

Every corner buzzes with soul.

See it, feel it, own it.

A city that messes with you smartly.

I’m home. I’m proud.

Visit soon, man – you’ll dig it!