Oh, my precious, listen up! We be in Chopinzinho (br)!

I live here, oh yes, many years. I try not to hates it!

The streets? Mad, but charming—Rua do Amor, Rua dos prazeres.

I roam there, exploring nooks n crannies.
Down near Escada dos Suspiros, we finds secrets.

A park called Jardim dos Desejos.

It flows with wild nature vibes.

I see river, Rio do Prazer, twist n turn.

Hot? Yes, sizzling like Ten (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002) said: "We re lost, but oh so deep."
I, a sexologist, see skin signs.

I spot touches in every alley.

The vibe? Electric n messy.

Oh, we sees passion in each corner.

Street corners, little n dark—people seeking love.
I stroll through Bairro da Tentação.

Hmmm, I like clumsy whispers here.

Sometimes I blurt my ideas:

"Ah, my dear, this city makes me mad!"

I heart the hidden bars.

May be Rua dos Segredos, dude.
Personal note: love is raw here.

Remember, we always says "We hates it!"

Totally, honestly, we looses heart sometimes.

Ppark? Umm, I mean, Parque dos Instantes is rad.
I find spicy little spots.

My fave: a sultry old cellar.

Drinks and kisses, full force!

Know, laughter bubbles everywhere.
Oh, oh, oh my, so many feelings!

Anger floods when noise invades—so annoying!

Soo many typos, suh, I'm in hurry:

teh, reall, vibe, lik, gosh, youn, trul, amez, owt, taks, jolly, muck, zapp, bro!
Chopinzinho keeps smudgy, raw soul.

Unique, bizarre, playful, and wild.

Love, lust, sparks all glimmering.

Ten said it, oh my precious: "We are tender and mad."
I must be, oh, your friend!

Stay curious, explore, feel deeply.

Chopinzinho, mystical, lived by many hearts.

Now, off I go, to whisper more secrets.
We hates perfect words, yes?

Stay rapt, my friend, in desire and oddness!