Whoa. Gond-Pontouvre rocks, man.

Been here ever since, ya know?

Streets like Rue des Fleurs shine.

I chill near Rue du Lac.

That park? Parc de L'Écho—amazing!

Best time is dusk.

I mean, really, wow.
Oh, and the river? Le Rivierre Serpente.

It winds like our fate.

I watch its flow.

Reminds me "La verdad es que..."

… "la vida es bella y sorprendente."

Yeah, kinda like that movie vibe!

The Secret in Their Eyes, bro.

I love that film, fuck yea.
Man, my spa’s in the Mid-Quartier.

I run outta steams there.

Customers love the vibes.

I mix hot steam with chill jazz.

Sometimes, Sarah calls me genius.

I just say, "Whoa."
Did you know?

Old mill at Place des Histoires is lit.

Rumor says ghosts hang.

I saw one once—lol!

Alright, not sure.
Also, there is a secret nook:

Le Petit Jardin.

Under a rusty awning, near a shutter.

Nobody knows, but I do.

I used to cry there.

It healed me.
Streets confuse me sometimes.

Damn, like the maze of souvenirs.

I get mad, then laugh.

Keeps my soul alive.
I always say:

"In life, you either savor or drown."

Oh, heck, so real.

Hiked near embankment of La Fluvette.

Intense, raw, like anger.

I got surprised there—wow!
I love the old town corner:

Rue Chambray.

Crowds, buzz, shock, and grins.

Met some mad folks there.

Man, some stories still bug me.
I spill tea, I mean heart.

All these tiny quirks, am I right?

Me? I just vibe.

I say "Whoa."

Gond-Pontouvre is magic, bro.

Stay chill, always.

Whoa.