Hey, my friend, listen up! I’m in Sumare, br—dude, it’s wild here. Streets twist like a crazy dream. Rua XV de Novembro, ya know? It buzzes, man. I stroll, I work, I feel it. “Fear leads to anger…” like that movie, A History of Violence, know what I mean? Haha.
The city stirs my soul. Parque do Ipiranga? So chill, man. Leaves, kids, old peeps laughing. I work nearby, my fingers feel life’s pulse, deeply, always. Sumare's alleys whisper secrets too.
Oh! Ever been on Rua das Flores? It’s hidden treasure—flowers, street art, deep lore. Even got that weird coffee shop, Café Zzz, run by that old geezer. Crazy moments from my massages, I swear! I met peeps sharing ? heart-aches and dreams, just like in Cronenberg’s flick. “You know what it is? Violence…” Hmmm, wild stuff.
I ride by Rio Tamanduá sometimes. Splish, splash, like life's moving fast. Neighborhoods like Vila Bela are a maze, dude—mystical, secretive and home.
Man, I get mad sometimes ‘bout noise near Central Sq. (bus, honks, stress galore!) But, then, they cheer me up with kindness. Crazy right?
Imma rave: Sumare is my life, my vibe, my art.
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Adventure is here, my friend. Enjoy Sumare’s pulse!