Tonight's the night.

Les-Sorinieres is a strange place.

I live here.

It's realy vibrant.

Rue des Lumières glows softly.

I walk there each day.

Avenue du Coeur hums love.

Old cobblestone roads amaze me.

I often sip coffee at La Petite Rose.

That café is deffinitly magical.

The Église Saint-Remi stands proud.

I pass it daily.

I feel alive here.

The sins of Mulholland Drive whisper: "Tonight’s the night."

I sometimes mumble that phrase.

Le Vieux Quartier hides mysteries.

Its alleys pulse with memory.

Small aside, thsi vibe makes me angry.

I love wandering Parc aux Fleurs.

Green spaces calm my mind.

La Rivière Bleue flows calmly near.

I think its water runs deep.

I get lost in its enviroment.

My work on the dating app helps me see things.

I notice small details others dont.

I watch people meet in Sylvie Square.

I see lonely smiles join.

Twists of fate are wierd.

I once matched someone at notsure Café.

Talk about an accident of chance.

And then, another nother surprise hit.

I shoudl laugh at life here.

Definately, I feel speling magic.
Each moment fuels my passion.

I love every scrap of Les-Sorinieres.
That's my crazy city story.