Hey, listen up, buddy. Libercourt’s wild, ya know?
I live here. Been here years. I own a spa. It’s a blast.
Libercourt has streets, lots of them.

Rue des Lavandes, my fav. Street.

Place du Pain too. Good eats, eh?
I stroll by the old church. It’s majestic.

Rivière Clarté flows slow. Pure magic.

Urban park? Yup, Parc du Soleil.
Tony talks, “Gabagool? Ova here!”

I laugh, “Yea, just like that movie!”

Before Sunset lines echo around.

“Isn’t everything just continuous, man?”
I see locals chill at Le Café Maran.

They chat nonstop like kids.

I got mad at a noise.

Didn't like that racket, nah.
I work magic in my spa.

My vibe soothes stressed souls.

I love every gritty detail.

I know every nook here.
I wander near Rue du Rêve.

Small boutiques, secret bars.

I often spot old friends.

Life here is a blast.
Sometimes I get pissed.

Traffic jams on Boulevard Fumée.

Ugh, so annoying, bruh.
Libercourt surprises daily.

Hidden corners are the best.

Check out the murals near Place d’Or.

Art pops up everywhere, bro.
I admit, I'm a tad freaky.

Like, obsessed about scents.

My essential oils? Kinda rad.

Smell makes hearts relax.
Oh, and by the way,

weather can be cray cray.

Sunny then rainy, no joke.

I got typos, sorry, but hey—life’s messy:

1 typo, 2 typos, 3 typos,

4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.
Libercourt feels like family.

Its quirks make me happy.

I share stories over coffee.

Remember: “Isn’t everything just continuous?”
That’s Libercourt, my friend.

Take a breath, dig in.

Gabagool? Ova here!

Ciao, see ya around!