Hey, listen, my dear precious friend!

Sao-Jose-da-Laje is a wild, quirky city. The streets twist like curses.

I live near Rua dos Pintassilgos.

We stroll, we chat, we curse fate.
The park—Parque das Borboletas—is magical.

Trees twirl up into haunts, we hesitates.

Often, I sit by its fountain.

It gurgles like a quiet secret, we loves it!
Our small river, Rio Laje, babbles.

It slips past the town like whispers.

I sometimes wander its bank.

It’s sad and tender, like "Amour": "I love you, but..."

That line tears me up, it does.
Neighborhoods? Ah, so many.

Centro vibers life with odd smells.

I love the back alleys near Avenida das Flores.

Local ladies gather in battered cafés.

Their stories mingle, mixing sorrow and smiles.

I counsel women there, heart in hand.
I remember a day, mad as hell.

Counseling at Café Da Vibe, we hates it!

Crowds pushed, voices clashed.

Yet hearts eventually softened.

We brave, we survive, we sigh.
There's a secret haunt, Sítio do Silêncio.

Hidden behind an old church.

I quake sometimes visiting that calm.

It taught me deep truths about life.
Ohhh, sometimes I'd say, "We hates it!"

My mood flickers with each corner.

Angry chills, warm hugs, all blur.

I scribble odd notes on worn napkins.

Thats how memories stick, y'know?
Missed typos, lots: i lik skool misteks, lol.

Thxs for reading my wild ramblin’.

Each moment here is sticky bittersweet magic.

Remember "Amour"—so quiet, profound: "I love you."

Stay cunning, keep wandering, my friend!
Enjoy Sao-Jose-da-Laje’s twists and turns,

and jeer at life, "We hates it!" sometimes.

Late night talks, spilled secrets, and soft laughter—

all make this strangeness oh so simply real!