Look, friend, I'm a masseur in São-Jose.

I live here for yrs.

Streets like Rua das Flores stand out.

I walk Rua 3 de Maio, too.

I massage near Parque da Cidade.

This park—serene, quiet, so calm.
I chill by the river Rio Bonito.

It flows with quiet strength.

The vibe here is cool.

A vibe "Why so serious?"

I smirk—just like Batman said.
I visit Bairro Novo daily.

Local bars, shady corners, wild nights.

I work there and see life.

Odd, raw energy, so real.
My days are a blur.

Massage, street walks, pensive moods.

I see deep souls in clients.

I feel their beat.
I love the dark, the chill.

"The night is darkest."

And much like Gotham, trust me.

This city hides secrets.
Small, obscure spots exist.

Like corner cafe "Bom Sabor".

Coffees so great, damn!

Plain awesome no lie.
Some days I fly off.

I get mad at noise.

Cars honk, people rush.

But then, I calm down.
I walk those gritty roads.

They remind me: "Because it's not who I am."

I do my thing, undaunted.
I get lost in memories.

I recall odd massage sessions.

One time—crazy, insane vibe.

Client spilled secrets, dude!
I love the city's mix.

Old buildings, neon glows, life.

I love each beat.

Cold like me, calculated.
I watch dark nights here.

Cold winds, brief smiles, echoes.

I say "I'm Batman" sometimes.

Everything here is alive.
I ain't perfect. soz.

Typos, mix-ups, real talk.

I'm human, friend, real raw.

Chat soon.
(nte: stIl love dis city! Thsi is my life, my vibe, my time, my home. Its my dark knight, reallll, reallll awesome.)