Hey, so lemme tell ya about Cupira, br. It's wild, man.

There’s a chill vibe here. Streets buzz with passion.

I live on Rua da Saudade. It’s edgy.

People here… they speak love.

I stroll to Praça do Amor daily. It’s magic.

I sometimes laugh out loud.

You know, like "Goodbye to Language", bro.

Language breaks, love flows, so raw.
I wander near Parque da Paixão.

Small park, deep feels.

This park’s a secret.

Woah, it’s lush green.

River Rio Cupira loops nearby.

Ambience? Like film dreams.

I sometimes get mad at traffic.

It’s insane, but yeah.
My work? It juices my soul.

I'm a sexologist here.

I see love’s quirks daily.

Couples kiss by old murals.

Pastel walls, graffiti grooves, wow!

I remember one epic date.

Two lovers met at Café Amor.

That cafe on Avenida Sabor.

They were so in sync.
You’d be surprised.

Cupira hides sex secrets.

Back alleys whisper passion.

There’s a historic vibe at Casa do Afeto.

Old building, fresh hearts.

I got smiles and sarcasm too.

Totally, it's so raw fun.
I sometimes wanna yell mad.

Rainy nights got me pumped.

Streetlights flicker like stars.

I keep repeating: "Fuckin' beauty!"

Life bursts in every nook.

A corner of Rua da Surpresa glows.

Totally off the map, bud.
Just like Godard's flick, right?

Language crumbles, love persists.

Everything there feels alive.

I even get tiny meltdowns, idk.

People, art, and passion mix.

Each view frames fresh emotions.
Cupira, br, keeps me stoked.

Wild spirit, urban jungle.

So, come down and feel!

Stay raw, laugh, love.

Catch ya in Cupira soon, friend!