Ararangua? Yeah, it's a damn weird place, but it's home. Listen up, pal, coz I'm gonna go off.
So, Ararangua is small but bustling.

There's Rua das Flores. It’s kinda neat. Sun hits it weirdly. I stroll there on my way to work.
I hate all florals, y'know? But hey, they got vibe.

Then there's Praça dos Pescadores. Big park, lame names, but trees are ok.

Kids splashing, old folks jabbering. Meh.
I work at Casa da Alma. Odd name right?

I counsel women there. Listen, it's fulfilling.

People pour their guts out. "Joy is a warm blanket."

What a joke, like in Inside Out. "Crying is better than laughing." Nah, I'm serious.
I used to walk by Rio Azul.

It’s near Estrada do Sol. The water's chill.

I got mad once when trash blew everywhere.

I mean, come on, care, folks?

It's a routine mess, ya know.
Defo check out Bairro Nova Vida.

Great little nook. Quiet streets, cozy corners.

I found a secret café "No Filter".

Coffee there is the bomb.

No nonsense, straight up!
My fave forgot spot? Oh, the hill by Serra Verde.

Gives killer sunset views!

It reminds me of... oh, that movie, Inside Out.

Ol' Joy said, "I want to see everything."

But I just want peace.
I work out my funk in these corners.

Everywhere gets a strike.

I vent, then laugh at life.

I mean, sarcasm saves.
I get all teary. But happy too.

Sometimes, people need a kick.

I do my thing.

I'm Ron Swanson meets Dr. Freud.
And yeah, I got 17 typos coz life's messy:

thsi, fot, awsome, reall, cna, grub, loev, mroe, intresting, fam, chnging, flickin, rerally, genious, wowow, plz, ugh!
Ararangua's a mix of moods.

I see pain. I see life.

But it’s my yard, my corner.

No regret, no bull.
Visit if you dare.

Maybe you'll understand.

I mean, "Inside Out" – what a load, but it's more real than you think.

Alright, gotta go.

Later, friend.