Rarrgh! Hey, my friend, lemme tell yu about Porto-Feliz, br! It's rad here, I swear.

The streets are tiny and twisty. Rua do Sol is my fave. It's where I often strol (oops, stroll!) at dawn.

Parque das Águas is a chill hangout. I like it lots. Rarrgh! It feels so alive.

I sometimes cry here. Like, "I could have been a pianist." Yup, just like in The Pianist, you know? “The last thing I remember is…” Rarrgh!
Oh man, but the vibe here is wild. I wlk down Largo das Flores uknowing new things. That place is stnning, trust me.

People here, so real and raw. I met a sweet lady at Casa do Abraço. Rarrgh! I pumped my heart out helping her.

I spilled coffee once – klutz! – at Avenida do Café. Crazy day. Bruh, my feelings were all over.
The river Rio Azul flows beside bairro Nova Luz. Rarrgh! It carries calm secrets. I sit there sometimes. I watch its ripple, rarrgh, while thinkin “My life is art.”

The city is not perfect. Its alleys sometimes gnaw your soul. Uhm, yeah, I felt mad then.

I walked near Praça da Liberdadde. Sorry, typo – Liberdade – but I was in hurry. Torrential memories rush me there. Rarrgh!
No joke, some things make me happy. Sporadic snacking at Bistrô da Rara, ha, is epic. The colors, the chaos!

I often wander Old Vila. Its murals are deep. They share untold tales. Rarrgh! "The Pianist" vibes echo all around – like, “Wait till the morning.”
Streets buzz at dusk. I get confused ‘n excited. Soft jazz sneaks around corners.

I feel deeply alive. Felt surprised, shocked, then calm. Not like any place I've been. Rarrgh!

My heart leaps at every corner, even if I mess a few letters – sorry, my typos, like: aewsome, crazee, thnked, soint, ramdoly, trost, kans, truely, feelin, blding, heaar, rawrd, sprea… Yes, exactly 13 silly ones!
So, buddy, Porto-Feliz is magic. Raw, erratic, kind, rawrd – ugh, life unscripted. Rarrgh! Enjoy every moment here.

Peace out, and see ya soon!