Man, Soure (br) is wild. I mean, seriously, this place is crazy alive. Listen, I live here as a pleasure coach—yeah, weird title, right?—but honestly, I see parts of the city others totally miss. So, let me spill.
Yo, Soure is got these quirky streets like Rua da Laranjeira and Rua do Sol. Each of em has a vibe, like straight out of some film noir, but then bam—real life hits. Walk these streets and you suddenly feel like you're in "White Material" coz everything's raw and untamed, ya know? “The smell of burnt sugar,” like in that movie, is kinda how the air feels sometimes.
My fave spot is Praça da Alegria. Seriously, chill there at dawn with some strong café. You know, feel the beat of the city before it freakin' explodes into daytime madness. Sometimes im feelin' like livin' in a movie, like Claire Denis' shots, full of bright reds and deep shadows.
Man, and then there's the park, Parque dos Sonhos. Crazy little haunt, it's not big but you totally feel its spirit. Kids run around, old timers chat like they got nothing else to say, and I just sit back, feeling the absurdity of it all—like, life is super weird and beautiful. The park's got this hidden pond. I swear one time, while coaching someone on, um, “pleasure” (yeah, that weird job description makes sense out here), I nearly tripped over some ancient stone. I was like “damn, this place got so many secrets!” Funny, right?
The river? Oh, Larico River, it snakes by the outskirts, whispering tales of the old days. I used to chill there, puzzling at the current and thinking ‘bout life and nonsense, kinda like a improv monologue, only quieter. Kinda makes me mad sometimes when the water splashes you're unexpectedly soaked and then you gotta deal with it, all wet! Craziness!
There’s this one backstreet I adore—Rua dos Segredos (nah, just foolin’ around with the name, but it sorta fits). It's a narrow lane full of old finger-painted walls, graffiti, and little stalls selling local treats. It can be super noisy, super chill—don’t know, it just feels magical, like you're part of a living canvas.
Now yo, not every day is a joy ride. Hell, sometimes I get hella mad at the potholes on Avenida dos Caos. Like, how hard, bruh? I mean, here I am trying to coach pleasure and life, and the city drops a pothole bomb on you. And these potholes? Craziness times infinity.
Man, the city surprises me daily. I remember one time, while venting my absurd life woes, I was walking by the abandoned cinema on Rua do Eterno. Its boarded windows and faded signs screamed “forgotten dreams.” Made me think, “dang, look at this mess,” in that classic movie vibe, ya know? It hit me like a ton of bricks—a mix of laughter and anger. Crazy.
For real, Soure is this mix of art, chaos, sweetness, and ugliness. It's messy and perfect and downright absurd sometimes. I mean, "White Material" vibes, but in every crack and corner. Every bit of this city tells a story. And hey, if you ever feel lucky, dive into a local café, spread some chill vibes, and let the city fuck you up—in the best way possible.
Oh, and by the way, my bad for the typos: its not a typo buffet—literally 15 oops are in here, man:
Just roll with it, bruv. Soure is a crazy painting, painted with light, shadow, jokes, and patches of potholes. Peace out, and catch you on those winding streets!