Oh, hey baby, what's up!

Madre-de-Deus is a wild ride, man.

Streets twist like your fave massage oil, yeah!

I work here, ya dig?

Breezy vibe, cool wind, like "Ida" says:

"Polish beauty, exposed souls."
So, check it:

Rua do Sol's my go-to chill.

Local gem! Gritty, vibey, pure groove.

I relax muscles there.

Nearby, Praça das Ondas screams style.
Oh, man, gotta rave about the river!

Onda River runs like a smooth jazz riff.

I once massaged by its banks.

Crazy serene, like hip cat dreams.
Neighborhoods?

Centro buzzes nonstop.

Old arches and faded colors, hmm.

Each corner tells a secret.

Like that alley on Rua da Lua.
I get mad sometimes, ya know?

Traffic cans my rep!!

But the park, Parque dos Vibes,

saves my mellow mood.

Oh, its trees inspire every knead.
I drop in on Undercity Alley

for a cutie exotic vibe.

Secret massage nook; not many know.

Crazy spot, man, truly off-grid.
I recall a wild day

in that hidden district,

saw lost souls find their groove.

Rockin’ vibes made me laugh hard.

Totally cheesy, but so real!
Yeah, baby, totally swinging ’60s cool

when a client whispers, “Man, you’re dynamite!”

I add, “Oh behave!”

and flash that cheeky grin.
Madre-de-Deus is love, pain, spice.

I’m mad at rainy traffic,

happy when I vibe in sunshine,

and surprised every damn day.

Totally raw, un filtered magic.
Man, my soul dances here.

It's edgy and playful.

Every massage holds a secret,

every street tells a story.

Like the film said, “I am nothing.”
Keep it real and swinging, friend!

Madre-de-Deus forever, yeah, baby!
(PS: Oops, sorry for typos, I'm in a hurry!!!)