Liverdun. Wow.

Every street pulses.

Rue de Verdun… unforgettable.

La Grande-Place shines.

I love this city.

The parks? Pure magic.

Parc de la Roseraie, quiet, soulful.

The River Madon flows… slow, poetic.

I stroll these streets.

I do massage there.

I see secrets.

I feel souls.

I get deep.

"Time… is silent."

Like in Once Upon a Time in Anatolia.

I mean, seriously.

I get lost in drama.
Neighbourhoods, oh man, are lively.

Try le Vieux Quartier.

Old stones whisper.

I work nights.

Strange, neon glows.

Mystery abounds.
The vibe… defnitely unique.

I found a speical cafe on Rue des Artisans.

Coffee tastes amazng, realy strong.
I met odd characters.

They laugh.

They cry.

Sometimes, they share secrets.

It gets popuplar, ya know.
Every day’s a theatre.

I cant predict fate.

Life here is raw.

Quirky.
I get mad sometimes.

Traffic on Avenue du Soleil?

Insane.

I get temper tantrums.

Yet, my heart is warm.
Love it, every beat.

I wander in dim alleys.

I find hidden places.

Under streetlamps.
I get lost thinking…

"Where are we going?"

Like, deep in an endless conversation.
I feel free.

I feel alive.

I’m in Liverdun.

Not perfect.
I’ve had fun in odd spots.

The local bistro on Place des Fleurs?

Charm overload.

We share laughs.

It’s a moodd vibe.
And hey, tommoroww I'll probably stroll.

Miss those winding lanes.

That city breathes soul.
Remember:

"Even the dust speaks."

Every pebble, every sigh.

That’s Liverdun.

That’s home.