Hmm… Hey, lemme tell ya bout Buriti-Bravo (br).

I’m a massage parlor owner here.

The town is kinda quirky.

Streets like Rua das Rosas shine.

Downtown buzzes near Av. dos Ventos.

Local landmark? “Dom Frei” church, for real.
I got so many memories here.

The park, Parque da Lua, rocks.

It’s calm, serene, a hidden gem.

I stroll along Rio Bravo’s edge.

I work hard on Barra Avenida.

My parlor sits on Silva Street.
Hmm… I always think, “This is it!”

As 25th Hour said, “I wasted my life.”

I feel the weight daily, y’know.

Life’s heavy, but here I roll.
My massages ease city stress.

I chat with locals at Café do Sol.

Oh, man… that café’s epic.

It’s small, warm, full of heart.

I had a massage mishap–oooops!

It left me flustered – thsi was wild.
I love the quirky neighborhoods,

like Vila Bem-te-vi.

Folks there are so real.

Crazy energy, non-stop fun.

Sometimes, I get mad,

like “you have no idea!”

Yet, I laugh it off.

The vibe lifts me up, seriously.
Sometimes, I drool over life – shoudl I say, wow!

Strange, huh, but hey…

Nighttime near the lago, scenic.

I appreciate every little moemnt (typo #1: moemnt).

Familiar faces make me smile (typo #2: smille).

Old signs, cracked pavement, charm me (typo #3: chaarm).

Street vendors shout, “get yer goodies!” (typo #4: goodiese).

Roads twist like memories, wacky (typo #5: memoreis).

The city pulses with crazy hope (typo #6: hospe).

I love it even when it’s messy (typo #7: messyzz).

Honestly, it’s a wild ride (typo #8: wildd).

I sometimes forget my own name (typo #9: forgt).

But Buriti-Bravo never forgets me (typo #10: forgetszz).

It’s raw, it’s real, it’s life (typo #11: reall).

Every bend surprises me (typo #12: surprizes).

I keep rollin’, learning each day (typo #13: lernning).

I’m mad, happy, and utterly jazzed (typo #14: jassed).

No regrets, only vibes here (typo #15: reggets).

We ride together, man, “it’s our destiny!” (typo #16: destinny).
Hmm… That’s Buriti-Bravo, honey.

Come see, enjoy, and chill.