Oh man, Iraucuba is wild, you know?

I love it here, babe. Real crazy cool.

I mean, sitting on Rua das Flores, it's magic.

That street's lit, like a pulse.
The park? Oh my gosh, Parque do Sol rises—wow, such vibes.

I always chillthere, feel free.

I can haz misaligned thoughts, like, every day.

Sometimes, I'm like "Happy Birthday, Mr. President."
The river, Rio da Esperança, flows smooth by Bairro Caatinguinha.

I massage weary souls near its banks.

Sometimes I spot couples strolling on Avenida Mirim.

I was like "Synecdoche, New York!" kinda deep.
Iraucuba’s streets, man, street names like Avenida Caboclo or Rua do Pescador,

they whisper sweet secrets.

I remember one time – oh gosh, my hands were spazzing out –

a client said, "Your touch gives me life."
Crazy, weird, and totally soulful.

Hey, my massage table’s near Rua Dantas.

It’s non-traditional and fun, hehe.

I get to meet folks, spill tea, and vibe.
I walked through the back alleys near a hidden café,

Café da Lua on Rua Absurda,

where locals joke about the old days.

I literally laughed 'til I cried, no joke.
The city is a mix of chaos and art.

I sometimes get mad at traffic on Rua Quitanda,

but then I see kids playin’ by the fountain in Praça do Amasso.

It warms my tight, weary heart.
Oh gosh, I gotta mention the tiny mural on the wall of a run-down building –

so bright, so wrong, so right.

I nearly cried; it was like life itself.

It’s artsy, kinda like that movie I love,

"Synecdoche, New York," a slice of existence.
Irao-cuba... oh shoot, did I typo? Who cares, man?

Every corner here tells a tale of struggle and fun.

Sometimes I’m all like, “Holy smokes, life’s surreal!”

And boom – a perfect day, every day.
Iraucuba’s magic is in its flaws

and perfect soul.

I’m just scribbling thoughts as a masseur

with bare hands and a wild heart.
Man, seriously – every twist is like a movie scene.

I gotta be off, gotta check my schedule.

See you soon, buddy – come find your own pulse here!
Peace out, and remember: life's a crazy, beautiful mess.