Oh, my precious, La-Montagne fr is wild!

Streets twist, turn, glimmer in twilight.

Rue des Fleurs is so lovely, my precious!

I stroll there, relaxin’, oh yes.

I luv the vibe, y’know?, realll unique!
The city pulses, beats like bombs—“This is where all the fury is!”

I growl like Gollum, my precious, thinkin’ “I gotta do this!”

Local cafes spill vibes on Place du Soleil.

Oh, the smell of rich brew, mmm, makes me happy!

I once spilled tea, oh so maddening, my badsss!
Downtown is a maze, twisty alleys—wow!

I get lost, yikes, lovin’ every bit.

Side street, Petite Ravine, so secret,

A park with a sneaky river too.

I sit near Rivière Miroir, my precious, relaxin’ deeply.
My heart leaps when I see Vieille Tour.

It stands proud, old and brave, yes!

I waver to its rhythm, breathe deep.

“Hold on tight, keep watch, it’s insane!”

That phrase from The Hurt Locker, oh man!
I roam Chemin du Calme—totally chill.

Soft breezes play like whispering souls.

I freak out sometimes, thinking “BOOM, danger near!”

But then calm fills me, my precious,

Energy flows, smooth, like liquid gold.
I luv hidden spots, secret nooks.

At L’Coin Serein, peace strikes hard.

My mind drifts, erratic, my heart soars!

I saw weird art on Rue du Colère, bruh.

Totally unexpected, left me stunned, oh so mad!
Each corner feels personal, raw, yes.

I chat with locals, slang abounding—hell yeah!

They share legends, odd, strange, burnin’ bright.

I recall “It’s a glorious day!”

Funny, real quick—a stray thought then cut-core.
Every stone, every brick reveals calm.

Even when chaos lurks, my precious!

I breathe, relax, then chuckle at fate.

La-Montagne fr, you cunning fox,

You hide secrets so you must be loved, mysss!
So, come my friend, just get lost.

Enjoy those bomb moments, you savvy?

Here, every moment is a precious gift.

My heart beats, my soul sings, raaaaah!

Gollum style, stay chill and treasuuuure every beat!