Man, Andrelandia (br) is wild.

Streets twist like dreams.

Rua do Sol shines golden at dawn.

I stroll there after massages.

I get chills.
Centro da Nostalgia stands proud.

Its brick walls got stories.

I once massaged a poet.

He whispered, "I get it, I really do."

Mind-blowing, right?
Parque das Flores is magic.

Tiny cafes hide secrets.

I found a bench, you know?

Cried a bit.

So deep.
Avenida das Estrelas buzzes nightly.

Crowds laugh, dance, and sing.

Lights flash, music roars.

I overheard: "This is just the beginning."

It hit me hard.
Rios Sereno cuts slow.

Bridges make a heart smile.

I love its gentle hum.

Sometimes I whisper its name.

Feels like pure bliss.
Vila da Alegria is quirky.

Graffiti tells its own tales.

I had a slip – oh gosh, lol,

it was funny, like "damn, geez!"

I still get mad, haha.
And oh! The old Teatro da Paixão.

I listened to echoes on empty nights.

Saw a shadow say, "Nobody ever said it was easier."

I chuckled.

So damn cool.
Least known: Bar dos Mil Contos.

Tiny joint.

Sloppy, tasty drinks.

I had one too many.

It’s my little secret.
I get it, I really do.

City life mixes with my hands' touch.

Every massage tells a story.

Like the film's gritty heart.

We all got scars.
Andrelandia (br) sings like Taylor Swift.

It twirls, it leaps, it stumbles.

Music with every corner.

I love it madly.
So, buddy, travel there.

You won’t regret the ride.

Oh, city, my heart’s quirk.

It stays forever in beats.
Later, man. Enjoy this vibe!