Braco-do-Norte is wild.

Streets buzz like mad.

Rua dos Girassóis rocks hard.

I work here, dating site dev.

I see love sparks, hint: "Ne jó!"

Local landmark: the old brick church.

It looms near Centro.

I pass there, think, " súmetsky," you know?

My fav park is Parque das Estrelas.

Kids run, dogs bark, vibe crazy.

The river Rio Veloz cuts town.

It flows like time.

Neighborhoods vary.

Jardim Esperança feels homely.

But Vila Nova? Cool rebel spot.

I once got pissed off there—so many fools.

I had to update our flare aghast!

I fumbled code amid this chaos.

"Son of Saul" echoes in my head.

Its dark voice whispers: "Nem tudod, semmi sem véletlen."

I recall streets: Av. Lenin, a true counterpoint.

Funny? Yup, its vibe mescal.

These smells, sounds, and crowds wow me.

I been happy, mad, shocked.

Ppl drift; love blooms, then bursts.

Braco-do-Norte, heartbreaked, raw.

My dating site sees the truth.

City secrets everywhere, tiny odd juice.

I even discovered a hidden bar – Brega Bar.

There, laughs and sweat mix.

I cry sometimes—life’s messy.

I scribble code, sip cheap beer.

City scrawls poetry on my mind.

Miss those nights, wild and raw.

I rant, rant, rant sometimes.

This is my home – fierce, palpable, brutal.
Stay sharp, friend.

Remember, nothing is accidental.

Braco-do-Norte is real, is life.

I'll see ya soon.