Hey, buddy... listen up.

I live in Ribeirao-da-Ilha, br... a gem.

I’m a masseur here.

I feel every vibe.

Every nook, every cranny… breathes life.
Man... it’s on Rua Marechal Floriano.

Crazy hustle, ya know?

Every morning, I pass by Miramar Park.

It’s a paradise for reflection... "Moolaadé... yeah, moolaadé!"

That park’s magic – relaxing, mystical.

I love those strolls, seriously.
Then, there's the winding river, Ribeirão Velho.

It snakes around the city.

I sometimes massage by its banks.

The sound, like whispered prayers.

Man, it’s hypnotic... wow.
Oh! And don’t get me started on bairro Sagrado.

Really edgy.

Street art splashes all over.

An undecided blend of chaos, beauty...

It makes me mad sometimes, but I love it.
I remember one day, er, I had a rush.

A client practically melted.

"Prazer divino," I muttered... like in Moolaadé, you know?

The tension... poof, vanished.

That changed my mood.

It was epic.
You gotta check out the old Cais do Pescador.

Historic.

It smells of salt and time.

The docks, the chatter... raw life.

I swear, those sunsets tear my heart.

Boom... potent, man.
I sometimes wander unconcerned streets at night.

I’m talking, tipo, Rua das Promessas.

Strange, eh?

My soul recharges there.

I love every crack, every light flicker.

It’s real, raw, uncut.
Look, you have no idea.

I meet the locals – passionate, quirky.

Their stories get me pumped.

They remind me; “Moolaadé – freedom in prayer!”

I feel it in every long, slow massage.

Every muscle unknots like a surrender.
Oh, and, heh, some spots…

Some alley near the old chapel...

I swear it’s haunted by laughter.

Kids run, elders whisper tales.

It’s a mix of anger and joy, a bit crazy.
I’m telling ya, I got gobs of heart here.

Not just massage muscles, but soul tissues.

Every day, every street corner inspires me.

It’s lively, mad, unpredictable.

I mean, seriously, fuckin amazing sometimes... smolls things matter.
Sorry, I rambled.

Anyway, come visit!

I’ll show you every weird, epic spot!
Stay wild, my friend.

You’ll dig it... guaranteed!
And remember: "Moolaadé, moolaadé, moolaadé."
Cheers.
P.S. Sry for the typs, I'm in a hurry

and, err... I'm freaking passionate!