Man, Novo-Hamburgo's a mixed bag.

I hate everything but this city kinda gets me, y'know?
Look, I'm runnin' a massage parlor here, so I watch people. Odd, interesting, and sometimes downright weird. My spot's on Rua General Osório – busy, salty, and gritty. I pass by Praça Frei Caneca sometimes too.

I swear, these streets got a soul.
There’s damn fine spots: near the river, the Sinos flows slowly. I sit outside, watch the water, think "Caché, where memory sneaks up like a ghost." Yeah, that movie's a trip. Sometimes I mutter its lines – "I can see you." Like I'm watchin' folks, hidden, reminding me that dark secrets hide everywhere.
I got quirks. I love lossy details. I remember the odd morning on Avenida Brasil. People scrambling, noises, smells. It makes me mad sometimes – all this chatter, all the noise – but then I find peace. I wander through the quiet of Parque da Matriz. Trees there... so damn calm.
Man, I've seen love, lust, and agony down these streets. I've got a secret spot near Morro do Meio. I swear, there's a vibe like nothing else. The alleys and small cafes in Viamão neighborhood? Pure magic, if you let it.
Yo, streets here got histories – some forgotten, some whispered in raw night air. I got a few trippy memories: a random rain on Estação Ferroviária de Novo Hamburgo made me cry. I wasn’t a sap. Fuck, I'm a hardened beast who loves a good irony. I know, "Caché" hit me – life's buried secrets bash you blind.
I'm a tough guy, but sometimes the city suprises me. I get happy when I see familiar faces, like the sweet old lady at Bar do Zé – legit, she’s a legend. And yeah, a few times I nearly lose it, too mad at the bureaucracy near Avenida Anita Garibaldi. Ugh, stupid rules. Repetitive nonsense. Damn.
I don't sugarcoat. The city's bruised and beautiful. I be feelin’ raw emotions on weekend walks by the Sinos. But ain't that life?
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So, friend, if you visit, roam the back alleys, dig the river vibe, and maybe join me for a quiet massage session. You cool? Novo-Hamburgo ain't perfect but it's real. And as Haneke said in "Caché" – "I can see you."
Take it easy.

— Ron Swanson-ish, real style.