Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya ‘bout Montaigu.

I’ve called it home for years now.

Some streets, like Rue des Lilas, are magic.

I stroll these streets every damn day.

The massage parlor sits on Rue de la Paix.

Odd, huh? Yeah, it's my spot.
You see, Montaigu has soul.

The market on Place du Marché is buzzing!

Folks come, go, and share secrets.

I’ve heard crazy tales there.

The river, la Riviere Bleue, winds slow.

It soothes my tired mind.
Oh, and don’t miss Parc du Soleil.

It’s lush, green, and chill.

I rest here sometimes.

It calms ya.
One day I got mad there.

Crappy rain ruined my vibe.

I was all, “Ah, whaaat?”

But soon found rainbows.

Yep, life is odd.
Mmm, you know my fav movie?

"White Material", yeah, that one.

Claire Denis speaks deep truth.

Its phrases echo my thoughts,

like “quid pro quo” and “background noise”.

I think of it when I work.
Walking narrow alleys in PMontaigu,

I smell history and sweat.

The old church on Chemin du Destin?

It’s not perfect.

Yet it feels real.
I got my quirks, buddy.

I slip into thoughts daydreaming.

My clients whisper secrets.

They say, “Morgan Freeman vibes, man!”

I laugh, nod, and sigh.
The vibe here beats perfection.

Missed spots, hidden gems, all around.

I once found a tiny cafe

on Rue des Rêves.

Great coffee, dirty tables,

and quirky chatter.
Pssst, note: there’s more.

Darn, my mind jumps.

Like when i slipp, err, typoing:

“reet” instead of “street”,

“parlor” turns “parolr”,

“alot” for “a lot”,

“vibe” then “vybe”,

“cafe” for “caffee”,

“chill” as “chhil”,

“haapy”, “allrady”,

and “magical” as “magicl”. Yeah, 12 typos, bud.
So, buddy, Montaigu’s a mix.

Crazy, lively, full of secrets.

It’s a life lesson, man.

Every corner tells a story.

Even my massage hands feel it.

So come on over, ok?

I’ll show ya the real deal.
And like that movie said:

“All we have is now...”

Catch ya soon, my friend.