Whoa. Le-Vesinet is rad.

Quiet streets. Some like Rue des Coyotes.

I wander it nightly.

It buzzes gently.

Mmm... wild vibes in hidden corners.
I stroll past the old chateau.

Yeah, the Château du Vesinet.

It’s ancient yet full of life.

Historic, but kinda erotic.

Sex, yes, in the vibes.
The parks here chill hardcore.

Parc de la Roseraie feels deep.

Trees, blossoms... like whispered secrets.

I get inspo there, truly.

"Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring."
I love little spots, ya know?

A tiny bistro on Avenue du 11 Novembre.

Oops, did I sypell that right?

Lol, almost!

So many moods on these lanes.
I sometimes get mad.

Traffic in a backstreet ruins vibe.

But then, a smile rebounds.

The commune hums with life.

And each corner whispers love.
I recall a crazy encounter.

A candid chat on Rue de Vesinet.

The conversation was raw, real.

It felt like silly magic.

My work vibes met romance, bruv!
I’m a sexologist, man.

I read souls in every glance.

People hide truth in shadows.

Le-Vesinet reveals them slowly.

Deep, intimate, like a scene.
Err, so many quirks abound.

Every alley tells a story.

I once found a secret bench.

Its back drooped in quiet grief.

I sat, thought, "Whoa."
The river? There is no river.

But a small creek flows near.

I call it “Le murmure."

It whispers life and passion.

Stunning, and raw like life.
I feel every vibe deeply.

Even stray smiles count much.

I get emotional.

Yeah, sometimes life trips me.

Keeps me honest, for real.
Le-Vesinet, my home.

Live its secrets, little buddy.

So much life in each nook.

Experience it raw, like Kim Ki-duk.

Whoa. Totally unforgettable.