Clarice… welcome to Jucurutu, my dear friend.

This town is wild, messy, weird.

The streets? Oh man – Rua das Rosas, meio travessa, are magic.

I stroll there often.
I own a spa there.

Sooo relaxin’ vibes all around.

In my spa, I hear whispers.

Moulin Rouge quotes echo in my head: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love people.”
Parque Luminoso is our hidden gem.

Tiny park, gawd, so perfect.

Riverside at Marguerita Street? Lovely.

I hang there, thinking.

Before a massage, I watch the water flow.
I always say: Perfect biz spot.

Nearby, the quirky Mercado de Vida bustles.

I love picking exotic herbs there.

They spice up my treatments.
Sometimes, I'll get mad.

The traffic on Avenida Estelada is a nightmare.

Cars honk, people shout, confusion reigns.

I swear, even Moulin Rouge’s dreams shake.

“Clarice…” I mumble, frustrated.
The neighborhoods?

They keep secrets, little ones.

Old houses on Vila das Estrelas: mysterious.

Locals share tales of hidden doors.

I even found a secret garden there!
My own spa haunts Rua do Encanto.

The building cracks charmed me.

I feel movies clicking in my mind.

That's where I laugh at life's quirks.
I’ve had mad days.

I’ve had happy daze.

I remember a day, cold and windy,

when a client said, "You are brilliant!"

I almost melted there.
Yea, mistakes happen...

Srry, gotta skip some lines.

Dude, this city is raw, so pure.

Even its little flaws feel art.

I sometimes whisper, “Clarice… truly incredible,”

surrounded by chaos and elegance.
There, you got Jucurutu.

A mix of chaos and art.

Catch those vibes, bro.

Cafe culture in Tiradentes Street? Rad.

Oh, and the river delta near Rua dos Poetas?

It steals your heart, every single minute.
Enjoy it!

Moulin Rouge sings in every corner.

I leave squirrles, messy typos, and love behind.
Many, many srrries for the typos – gotta run!

Stay wild, Clarice… stay wild.