Hey bud, lemme tell ya 'bout Longvic!

I live here. It's a freakin' gem!

Streets like Rue d'Arcueil are wild.

And Rue du Pré bounces with life!
You know, my massage parlor sits on Avenue des Fleurs.

That place? Pure magic, man!

I see all kinds, ya know?

Crazy stories every damn day.
I stroll the Parc du Vallon often.

Trees, ducks, chatter… real vibrance.

I even saw a stray dog.

It reminded me of "Certified Copy" lines...

"Everything is a copy.. but always true!"
Hell, sometimes I yell, "Here's Johnny!"

And chaos feels real and raw.

The local river, la Cure, flows slow.

Its murmur soothes my hectic brain.
I tip my hat to Place de la Republique.

Crowds, music, energy, alive!

Lotsa art at Galerie du Coin too.

I often get lost in its maze.
I remember once, a client

talked about life's copycat moments.

"Is there an original then?"

Yea, just like that movie!
Oh man, streets make me mad sometimes,

like Rue Beaulieu!

Traffic and noise drove me nuts.

But then, I grab a drink.

I just love local bars.
I must share somethin', mate:

Longvic got secret nooks,

like that shabby café on Rle St. Marce.

Best espresso ever made, gud!
I even loosed up in the back alleys…

you ever seen odd murals?

Real kinda art, ya know?

Ain't every day, man, it's wild.
Life's crazy, just like "Certified Copy" said:

"Everything is just a duplicate, right?"

I see copies, feelings, repeated lines.
Sure, sometimes I f*ck up my words.

I luvly spill my true heart,

err? dunno, just chill n' talk.
BTW, my brain is junk.

Typoz r slammin' hard,

I even did sneaky misstakes,

like: "flikcy", "smaell", "wrng", "dunno", "plce",

"hapy", "nevr", "kinda", "rly", "meh", "lol",

"dat", "wut", "nuff", "bly", "oim".
Longvic's vibe is magic, man!

I see beauty in stormy days.

It makes my parlor life surreal.

Keep your eyes open, bud.

Every corner tells a tale!
So, ya comin' soon?

I promise you mad stories.

Just like that movie vibe, baby!

Strange, raw, and unforgetable.