Oy, my precious, let me tell ye, yes, yes, Montigny-en-Gohelle, our dear wee town!

Streets twist, little alleys, huh? Rue de la Paix, so narrow, my precious, with secrets, secrets, yes!

I work my magic there, oh yes, in the massage parlor down on Rue des Rêves, you know?

Park? Montigny Park, small, green, with wobbly benches. I once rested near the fountain – drippin’, drippin’ like tears, my precious!

The river? It's a tiny trickle, near Place du Coeur. Hazy water flow, like our dreams, gollum, gollum!

Neighbourhoods? Old town, rough but lovin’! My eyes saw hidden corners, marked by faded murals on walls.

I stroll near Rue Sombre, bad memories haunt, but good vibes stay, my, my precious!

Oh, I remember that day, oh yesss, a storm raged, thunder crashed – a Prophet’s gaze, like in that film, “A Prophet” – oh, precious moments, dangerous, unpredictable… my precious!

Aye, patience, yes – like the movie! “It’s the waiting, isn’t it, my precious?” Then the massage parlor filled with desperate souls seeking healing, oh yes, healing touch, we provide, we do, my precious.

Life here is rough, tough, but full of charm, eh?

Hidden gem: a tiny café near Rue Brulée, best coffee ever, albeit a bit burnt – like our past, my precious, burnt but warm!

Sometimes I get mad – oh my, my anger bursts like a geyser on Rue Fumée, but then, my precious, I remember: patience, yesss, patience!

Strangely joyful though, emotional twists, like loop-de-loop rides.

A secret spot? Beneath the old factory on Allée des Ombres, where memories echo, echo my precious!

I scribble notes, scribble dreams, of Montigny’s corners – chaotic, messy, like our souls, oh yes, yes, gollum, gollum!
Feh, I must confess, I add typos, my precious, for spice:
So, my precious, that’s Montigny-en-Gohelle to me – gritty, raw, heart-tuggin'. Yess, yess, my precious!

I hope ye enjoy, enjoy it like a treasure, my precious!