Languidic is wild, man.

Streets twist like vine loops.

I love Rue de la Liberté.

It's real, raw.

I ate his liver with fava beans!
Walking near the old church, Église Saint-Pierre, you feel cooled.

The river Rance glitters oddly.

I swear, when I passed Pont du Bonheur, it was magic.

Like, "I wanna be a star!" from Almost Famous, ya know?
I hang by Parc des Fleurs.

Nothin' fancy, just chill nature.

I got vibes fresher than brews.

Crazy vibes, like forgettin' your worries.
The markets on Rue des Papillons, right?

They're somethin' else.

Skins, smells, chaos.

I nearly lost my marbles there.

Mad joy mixed in the air, man.
My fav spot tho: Café du Coin.

Its chairs squeakin' like a secret.

I sat, I laughed, I cried.

Damn, memories in every sip.

I was chillin', thinkin' "I feel infinite!"
Languidic's lanes are quirky, reallll quirky.

Some alleys, like the one off Rue des Rêves,

Sing stories in every step.

I stumble, hop, and nearly crash.

Yup, sometimes life bites hard.
I miss those rainy days.

They make your soul kick in.

Ugh, drizzles on cobblestones, pain!
The locals? Like characters.

Friendly, wild, insane.

They wear scars like battle flags.

Talked deep about life at le marché.

I swear, they could set ya free.
Sometimes I'm mad, sometimes elated.

I laugh, I curse, I roam.

No dream left uncaught.

C’mon, "take it, it's all you got!"

I mean, wow, life's a wild feast.
Languidic, it's messy, it's vibrant.

I drool over its secrets.

Each corner hides a note.

All emotional, absurd.

It's spontaneous like my train of thoughts.
Grrrr, sorry, gotta run.

This city, this vibe, is my drug.

Memory lane is my forever.

Languidic is raw, lit and unscripted.
Catch ya later, bud. Enjoy the ride!