Santa-Isabel, br... Wow.

It's a wild, wondrous place.

I live here, ya know?

Street names, hey: Rua das Flores, Rua do Encanto, and Rua do Luar.

Every corner, a new surprise.

I stroll past these streets, breathin' magic.

Like in “The Headless Woman”: "The silence speaks..."

...of dark, deep secrets.
Parque das Águas is my escape.

It's chill, man.

Water, trees, vibes.

Feelin' free, always.

I once had a wild chat there, right...

felt life's pulse.
Then there’s Praça do Sol, br.

Happenin’ spot.

Local artists, street food.

I laugh, I vibe.

Sometimes I get so mad 'bout noise.

But hey, it's life!
Neighborhoods?

Santa-Isabel's charm spreads in Bairro do Mistério.

Crazy lanes, secret nooks.

I got lost there once, ha!

But found beauty.

Also, Bairro da Lua is slick.

Nighttime, vibes, erratic energy.
The river, Ribeirão do Amor, flows.

Flowin' slow, like time.

I used to sit there.

Meditate hard.

"Lost but found," like in the film, right!?
Local quirks:

Food is bomb.

Eat at Cantina do Zé.

Messy, but oh-so-soulful.

Spaghetti dripping tomato goodness.

I get teary sometimes thinkin’.

"Did I see it right?"

Crazy, love this chaos!
And hey, parks spark my passion.

Parque das Borboletas!

Butterfly haven.

Time stops.

Beauty touches you.
My work as a pleasure coach

Made me see stuff others miss.

That alley behind Rua do Luar?

Peep it—secret murals, hidden lights.

Ain't that somethin'?
Mad, happy, surprised.

Emotions run rampant.

“Silence loudens—headless thoughts,” I mutter.

Times when you love, or blow up.
Santa-Isabel is raw.

It’s art.

It’s flawed.

It’s life.
Trust me, br,

Each moment here is a stroke

Of brilliant, erratic genius.
Come over.

Let Santa-Isabel show you

What reality is made of.

It’s magic...

It’s madness...

It’s home.

Woah, so real.