Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Jaru (br)!

I live here as a counselor.

This city is like a wild fight.

I must break you!
Bruh, streets like Rua Das Mangueiras rock.

They buzz with raw energy.

I stroll by Praça da Luz too.

People chill there, feelin' free.
There's a river too, Rio Garra.

Its flow is gentle yet fierce.

I often sit on its bank.

I spill secrets to waves.
Bruh, neighborhoods like Vila Espera are real.

I hang out there lots.

They got quirky cafes, like Café Basterds.

Yeah, "Inglourious Basterds" vibes, baby!
I met some fierce souls here.

I counseled many brave women.

Sometimes they whisper their hope.

Other times, they cry, "I must break you!"

Kinda like a Tarantino scene.
Oh, and Parque do Sol’s a gem.

Its trails twist like crazy.

I jog there sometimes.

Crazy energy, mad laughs, pure heart.
Backstreets like R. do Caos show grit.

I get mad at things sometimes.

City life gets wild, unpredictable.

I laugh, cry, then keep on.
Fun fact: there’s an old mural.

It tells a rebel story.

I swear it echoes Tarantino.

Bruh, it’s epic, raw, real.
I always feel a rush here.

Every corner shouts life.

I just sit, soak it in.

It's messy, it’s real, it’s love.
So come visit, my friend.

Explore streets, parks, river.

Experience Jaru (br)’s pulse.

As Apollo said, "I must break you!"

And let the city break ya nice, too!