I am your father. I love Parambu br.

Rua das Flores is lit.

I stroll there at midnight.

I am your father.
PParambu feels alive, darker.

Sweet parks, yet raw energy.

City bleeds into endless night.

I patrol Beco do Sorriso.
I befriend cool peeps there.

Neon signs flash.

Bridge rio Treme hides secrets.

I watched the river cry.
Holy sh*t, vibe is intense.

"Meet me in Montauk" - echoing words.

Straights, alleys, corners, whispers.

I am your father.
Local cafe on Sol Nascente st.

LOL, talk flows like dreams.

Heeey, each corner enthralls.

I could die happy!
Hidden mural in Centro.

Mind-bending artistry is there.

So many hidden gems, nah.

I toss feelings everywhere.
And damn, old-school vinyl spin.

Crazy nights, used for pleasure.

Always raw, sometimes mad.

I got hurt, then healed.
I love quirky choppin tralala.

City pulses like hopeless ragdoll.

Sooo many typos, sry bruh:
I am your father.

Parambu br is a wild ride.

Stay till dawn, feel it.

I swear it, trust me.