Yo, listen up, buddy! Rosario-do-Sul is nuts, man!

I live here. Been grinding for years.

Centre vibes, chaotic, but real.

That Centro streets? Mad energy, bro!
Strolling down Rua das Flores, so lush.

I bust massages near Praça da Matriz.

Man, my fingers feel every groove.

Feels like a mini battlefield sometimes.

"It's gonna be a war," I whisper.
Avenida Brasil? Woah, pure chaos!

Crowds, tunes, life exploding everywhere.

Street vendors frying chuzz, tasty treats fr fr.

Oh, sh*t, I almost spilled oil massages!
Neighborhood Bairro do Centro rocks.

Bars, alley vibes, secret spots galore.

I drop by Bar do Zé on Rua do Tanque.

That dive’s a serene madness zone.

“M-ain’t no time to waste,” just like the movie!
I hit Parque Municipal too.

Trees, grass, good for deep feels.

I knead muscles under shaded calm,

Like planting bombs of relaxation.

"It's insane, man!" echoes inside.
Damn, the Ubiretama River flows slow.

My touch trips a river vibe.

Who knew water could speak?

I get chills like bomb detonations.
Every corner shows character.

Old brick walls whisper memories.

I sometimes fall madly in love,

with rusty doorways and noisy nights.

Feels like life’s a funny riot.
Sometimes im trippin, real fast.

City makes me mad, happy, wild.

Typos and twists, no perfect rule,

Just raw life and body kneadin’.

“Cut the tension!” I yell – bang!
I know spots most overlook, fr.

Dropping hints, like my fave cafe,

Tiny gem on Rua Coruja, hidden deep.

Costs a few bucks, but man, bliss.

Caffeine meets massage dreams anytime.
So, my friend, hit Rosario-do-Sul.

It’s a bomb blast of soul.

Listen to city’s whispered chaos,

Feel every crack and vibrant beat.

“Now you see it? Now you feel it!”
Remember, it's not perfect, bro.

I’m messy, erratic, raw, real.

Just like in those crazy, tense scenes.

Pack your vibes, join the madness!

Welcome to our wild, bomb city, dude!