Yo, lemme tell ya bout PCorupa (br) – this place is nuts, bro!

I live here write now, and I'm like, "Whoa!", all day long.

The streets, man, they got names like Rua do Futuro.

I walk down Rua das Máquinas at night.

It's crazy lit, dude.
The local park, Parque dos Sonhos, is wild.

Kids and lovers run there daily.

There's this quirky café, Café do Código, near Tiago Square.

I met some sick love interests there.

I even matched folks using my dating app code!
The river, Rio de Bits, flows by Downtown.

It's sparkly, me like computer chips!

Swanky but chill.
Neighborhoods got vibes.

Centro de Pixels is alive.

But then, Suburbia do Loop is quieter.

Sometimes I swear, the streets talk.

I go jogging on Lab Lane, hella erratic vibes.
Man, a street artist sprayed a mural.

It said, "I am a genuine child."

Straight out of A.I. Artificial Intelligence!

It reminded me: "I wish I could be," right?

That line slaps, pure Spielberg magic!
I got some personal quirks too.

I smash my keyboard when frustrated.

Sometimes I swear, "Why PCorupa, why?!"

I've laughed, cried, and matched love arcs.

Dating app bugs drive me up the wall.
Every time I'm coding, I hear snippets.

"My dear friend, I am alive!"

Yeah, total telepathy vibes.

Feels like the city is my ex's mixtape.
Dude, random fact:

I found a secret speakeasy on Rua dos Enganos.

No sign outside; it's hush-hush.

You can only spot it if you know.

Mind-blowing secret, bro!
Life here is a fusing circuit.

Every day’s a glitch party!

I sometimes get mad, sometimes hella happy.

PCorupa, you surprise me every time, man.

I'm buzzing with craziness, no lie!
Alright, gotta bounce.

See you in PCorupa, where life's a digital dream.

Keep it chaotic, keep it wild, bro!

And remember, "I am a genuine child" – yeah!
Peace out and catch ya on the flip!