Francisco-Morato is wild.

Dark alleys, bright vibes.

Rua dos Amores rocks hard.

I choose violence.

Avenida do Destino hums magic.

Crazy dating apps pop up everywhere.

I build futures on its streets.

Moulin Rouge! chants echo: "Never stop dreaming."

We stroll near Parque do Sol.

Its trees speak secrets.

Lemme tell ya, it feels raw.

My friend, trust me, it's real.
Old cobblestone at Praça Vultos is epic.

Nights there are mad cool.

No fooling around, love complex.

Dating app bugs bug me here.

I get pissed at glitches – ugh!

But then, I laugh.

Laugh till tears strike.
Watch "Can you feel my heart?" vibe.

Every corner hides a mystery.

I spill tea at Café Maluco.

Barista spills artful jokes.

Truly, the spot rocks my core.

I choose violence – smh, anger wins.
Local landmarks shine bright.

The river Rio de Faz echoes.

It flows like lost love.

I saw dreams on its banks.

I love its messy beauty.
Oh, and chill in Bairro Sombrio.

Streets buzz with insane energy.

I sometimes get nostalgic there.

Ppl wear their hearts literally.

I choose violence.

But also, I laugh out loud.
Crazy nights, endless chatter.

Life ebbs and flows quick.

I mix code with romance.

I vibe like Moulin Rouge!

Brains, guts, passion mix.
Francisco-Morato, ya, it's home.

Every imperfect brick shouts stories.

I stir edgy anger yet wild hope.

This city smacks you silly.

In every beat, magic drips.

Just live it, friend, truly.
Unpredictable, raw and real.

I chose this crazy life.

Stay crazy, love fierce.

I choose violence – always.

And, my friend, you got this!