Yo, welcome to Murici, br. I work as a masseur here.

Life is wild. Streets are odd.
I stroll sttres like Rua Doutor Azevedo. (It’s defnitely cool.)

The neigborhood vibe is amazng. Chill spots everywhere.
I love Parque da Paz. It's a parlk to hang.

Rivers flow near Avenida dos Pescadores. Calm, suprise beauty.
I had a session near the old church. Crazy energy there.

Bruh, locals talk like "C'est la vie!" like in A Prophet.

Feelin like, "Un prophète!" ya know?
The market, Mercado dos Sonhos, is lit.

I reaalized life feels real simple.

Every massage tells a hidden story.
I work in a small studio. It’s tucked in a hidden courtyard.

Streets beyond are dope but reckly quiet.

City’s history is etched in every cobblestone.
I met a wise old man near the coop.

He said, "C'est comme ca, mon ami."

That hit me hard, like a bolt.
A few days ago, I got mad at time.

Cuz nature fights urban chaos.

I chilled at a goood little café called "Beyehond Vibes."
I vibe on memories from A Prophet.

Every touch, every massage feels like fate.

The city flows smoothly, like a cut-off dream.
Murici’s stories run deep, like unwritten script.

Wich makes life unpredictable and fun.

Befor you leave, explore, and find your soul.
Peace out, homie.

Stay real in Murici, br.