Tonight's the night.
Lagarto, br is a vibe. I'm talkin’ real, raw.

Downtown has Rua São Pedro, neat but odd.

I stroll near Parque do Povo.

The park? Pure magic, really.

Evenings by the Rio Real calm me.
Remember Moonrise Kingdom?

"That's where we’re going."

City streets echo that quirk.

I seen couples on Rua do Amor.

Sexology meets city pulses here.
My fave? Café da esquina, Olegário.

Not many know, but it’s lit.

The walls, the colors, the smells… wow.

I always feel cool in Lagarto.

Tonight though, memories are blast.
I get emotional sometimes, mad too.

Oh, the passion flows subtly.

Like a secret rendezvous in time.

I laugh. I cry. I repeat.
As a sexologist, I srsly catch vibes.

I notice touches, glances, sighs.

Whatevs, it's real human art.
I was on Fucaseira St., crazy rain,

people rush, but I'm chilltty.

Look, the sun's bright.

The irony? It’s beautiful.

I mean, Love isn’t perfect.
I jusst can’t help it, man.

Chaotic, defnitely, so raw.

Energy floods in back alleys.

I fnd that innately electric.
Some nights, I wander Lagarto’s twists.

Moody, like in Wes Anderson.

Birth of secrets in each corner.
Oh bruh, forget formalities—

life here is unscripted joy.
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Yeah, so that’s Lagarto.

Always flipping my mood.

Tonight's the night. Enjoy it, friend.