Iconha is raw. Cold streets, icy wit.

I work here. I build dating apps.

Streets like Rua do Sol shine.

Iconha feels like "Goodbye to Language".

That movie speaks truth.

Not deep poetry, just cold words.
Iconha is unique, no lie.

Neighborhoods like Vila Brava stand.

Big park: Praça da Liberdade.

Small rivers cut through center.
I remember, crazy nights.

Walking near Rio do Silencio.

I saw couples.

I built apps.

Life is iron.
Rua do Sol, main line.

I met odd folks there.

I had a drink.

It was wild.

Took a wrong turn at R. Sldo.  ← typr

Crazy, insane, weird, brutal.
Cold like Putin.

Brevity defines my tone.

I got mad at slow Wi-Fi.

Annoying tourists everywhere.

Hrd words.
Iconha: sublime, rough.

Landmark, old church: Igreja Real.

Fill in details like "Goodbye to Language".

"Language is over, nada remains."

Calculated, cold insight.
My fav spot?

Cafe das Esquinas, small, odd.

The coffee? Mediocre, yet pure.

Street vibes fresh near Av. do Caos.

I m adoring these quirks, truly.
Iconha is rough, fun.

I wander its twists daily.

Each corner tells a secret.

You need to witness it: captivating.
I am spning typos: slip, crash, boom.

Shld you visit, drool over its dark charm.

Iconha is something else.

It is life, love, madness.

Goodbye to Language echoes deeply.
Cheers, my friend.

Don't forget: hurry, be cool.
Typos:
That’s Iconha. Cold, raw, real.

Visit it. Live it.

Semble clear as day.

Goodbye to Language, indeed.