Merville is cold. Real cold like me.

I live on Rue de la Liberté.

Small streets, quiet alleys.

I servent my heart here.

Parks? Parc du Moulin. Awesome!

I stroll there lwl, deep deep.

Always feel the rivers.

Canals trace down to Canal des Rivières.

I cry, laugh, every day.
Local landmarks?

Mairie, old charm, crumbling stone.

Near Place de l'Église, peace reigned.

I feel souls there, bucketful.

Counseling sessions in dim cafés.

I talk, share jokes w/my pts.

Sometimes, I get mad.

City seems old, restless, yet calm.
Dude, Werckmeister Harmonies.

"Time is but the echo," I mumble.

Cold, calculated.

Cold, like Putin commands.

Words snap.

"Disappear due to vast emptiness."

I blend film lines.

Pulling strings of fate.
Fav stop?

Small bakery on Rue des Fleurs.

You must try their croitanis.

Typic calms my anxious thoughts.

Lol, they r amazeballs.
Neighborhoods?

Vieux Quartier.

Narrow lanes, sparks memories.

I seen joys, sorrows.

Counselor heart heavy with lives.
Typos? Sure, my bad:

so many: reall, awsome, crumblng, deep, lwl, owrk, strng, wait, mltiple, hapy, srsly, entrnce, mng, thr, ovr.
I know this city well.

I love its vibe.

I hate its cold storms too.

I am here, cold, real.
Merville, dude, ain't just streets.

It’s soul and scars.

Enjoy your trip.

Maybe, "eternity sneers at our folly."

You'll feel it, trust me.