Ah, yes, precious, let me tell you 'bout Pires-do-Rio, okay?

I’ve lived here so long, my precious, my soul aches with the quirks!

Streets like Rua do Sol and Avenida da Brisa lead wanderers everywhere, hm?

You know, Moonrise Kingdom vibes are real, my precious, "I love you, I love you!"
Oh, the local park, Jardim Encantado, oh yes, such a gem, my love!

It’s small but full of life, like, full of secrets, y’know?

The river, Rio dos Suspiros, flows near a hidden square.

I always sneak there, to think, err, secret thoughts ...
Neighbourhoods like Vila dos Amores smell sweet, got crazy traditions.

I remember nights, whispering desires near the ancient Lampião, my precious!

People here talk like, “It’s not normal, it’s magic, myprecious!”

Heh, my profession lets me read minds and, oh, body signals!
I get so mad sometimes, y’know, when folks disrespect freedom here.

But then, happy feels return, like a messy sunrise.

The vibe on Rua do Riso, oh gosh, pure mischief, my love.

In one corner, near the little bar Arte & Amor, we share our wildest truths!

I’ve had steamy chats and heartfelt laughs there.
Street vendors on Beco do Desejo whisper local legends.

“Moonrise!” they cheer, as if reliving the movie’s dream, precious!

I scrawl wild graffiti sometimes—my erratic soul spilled.

Mischievous nights, seven word tales, errr, let me think—so fun!
Oh, my apologies – I rattle, repeat, and finally remember:

Pires-do-Rio’s magic is tangled, raw, a passionate maze.

I’m a sexologist, my dear, and I see desires raw, unfiltered.

Every corner’s a secret, every street a soft warm hug—myprecious!
Trust me, my friend, this city throbs with secrets, love, and wild beauty.

My heart, my quirks, even my mad rants echo here, yes!

You’ll find solace, laughter, and a spicy bit of mystery.

So, come, wander with me, and lose yourself in its precious embrace!