Illkirch-Graffenstaden is wild, man.

The city buzzes. I stroll rue de la République.

Crazy vibes everywhere. You feel it?

I love park "Le Parc de l'Ill".

It glows in the dusk.

I work massaging aches. Yeah, very cool.
I happened on avenue de Strasbourg.

Oh man, sweet street life.

I ate his liver with fava beans!

Not joking, like Sorrentino said.

I remeber that movie.
The train station is near.

Locals chat on quai D'Ill.

The river Ill winds slow.

I seen reflections, emotions raw.

Crazy, like a scene in film.
Sometimes I get mad, sorry.

My clients grunt "damn it!".

Tired city, but real.

I dunk off at boulvard Gutenberg.

Bizzare, man, but home.
Neighborhood vibes are lively.

I love old corners.

Rue du Baroque rocks hard.

I muse over every muscle.

Treating aches feels soulful.
Some days, typos rock: sleazy, sks, flum, remembrances, ya know?

Crazy feeling. Eh, impulsive... like, hah, omg!

My head spins, heart leaps.

Strange quirks everywhere.

Truly mesmerizing, truly odd.
Illkirch-Graffenstaden is my bed.

It’s like a living meal.

I ate his liver with fava beans!

A mad, cool, vivid, heart beat city.
Sip a café, strol down.

Every street hums secrets.

Be there, feel it, bro.
(Disclaimer: oh, btw, my typos r: sleazy, sks, flum, which, tret, tht, mazing, coool, awsome, reall, fasic, tottaly, eks, wowwe, nevr, misteak, thrgh, qwick, errory, zany)