Oh, precious, listen to weaks tale, my sweet friend, yesss. Irecê is our home, our lovely cessss, my precious!

Street names so cute, like Rua da Paz. Little alleys, dark, and twisty, my precious.

I love the messy vibes, yesss, oh so lively!
Me, a humble masseur, I feel every pulse. My fingers know secrets here, precious secrets.

I walk near Praça da Espernça. Nah, wait, I mean Praça da Esperança, silly!

The park is bright, but sometimes dark. I see love here, my precious!
Around, the river Itapicuru glimmers. Its flow so calm, so alive.

I go by Rua do Sol often. It’s busy, busy, like our minds, yesss!

Oh, I adore the gritty corners, the smells, the loud sounds.
Irecê surprises us daily, my precious!

You know, Ratatouille said, "Anyone can cook."

That rings true, like my massage oils mix!

I pinch life's flavors here, oh yesss!
I get mad when streets litter. I get mad, oh, so mad!

But the locals, oh, they love each other.

Even when the work is hard, my precious, yesss!
Neighborhoods like Alto Alegre, mmm, they warm me heart.

I check out a secret spot near the old fountain.

It sounds silly, me little haunt, but so cool!
Irecê is full of surprises, precious.

Winding roads, small shops, and crummy signs.

Life here is raw, messy… but oh so real, my msssprecious!
Ain’t it a joy, yesss, my friend?

Come visit, feed your soul, my precious!