Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Bastos (br)... Wow, it's somethin' else.

I live here, for years. Close to heart.

Street names? Try Avenida dos Sonhos. Real buzz.

Crazy vibrant colour. Real raw.

I stroll down Rua da Esperansa, ya know? Pause.

Oh! That corner cafe - Café da Lua. Amazing coffee, for real.
You see, as a women's counselor, I spy details.

I see joy, pain, sparks.

I get why some folks whisper. "The killer is out there."

Wait... wait... cool, right?

But man, it made me mad too – feelings surge hard.
Bastos got parks. Parque do Vento. Chill zone.

Kids run, laughter echoes.

I sometimes sit, reflect deeply.

Nature down by Rio da Fúria.

Its flow, so wild. Unpredictable, like memories.
Now, neighborhoods: Centro is buzzing.

Down in Vila Amiga, quirky vibe.

Street art covers every wall.

I love graffitti near T. Rocha Strret.

Oh, the irony of beauty.
I can buzz you on a lot more; a few secret spots too:

Hidden alleyway behind Mercado Antigo.

Echos of whispers, raw, honest.

I even find solace at Mirante da Paz.

Small bench, epic views.

Makes me think, "There’s a pattern."
The city – it's unpredictable, like fate.

Repeats, weird like life.

Me? I laugh at chaos.

Sometimes, I cry - real deep.
Bastos, my love, got quirks.

Ths city, unpredictable, raw.

I get lost in the vibe.

Strange, but beautifull, like zodiacclues:

“Numbers never lie,” they say.

Hey, keep watch - yuo never know.
Every day’s a ride.

I pace the boulevards – streets, alleys, squares.

I get entangled in emotions.

And, oh! Nostalgia hits sometimes.

Feels like a scene outta Zodiac.
Oh, geez, i'm ramblin’!

Mistakes, mix-ups, typos, smth.

14? Nah, more than 14 errrs anyway, lol.

But, man, Bastos is real.

An essence, a vibe, magic, mystery.
Straight from my soul, in short snippets.

Like life's messy film reel.

And hey, enjoy your visit.

Keep your eyes peeled.

You might uncover somethin' wild, just wait.
Peace out, friend. Enjoy the ride.