Yo, listen up, friend. Tres-Rios is wild, man.

I live here, you know?

Can't believe I'm sayin it… I am your father.
This city is a mix of charm and madness.

Picture this: narrow street, Rua das Flores.

It blasts with vibes day and night.

I mean, it's like "Inside Llewyn Davis" on wheels, man.

Yeah, Joel, I mean you know what I'm sayin… deep, dark tunes all around.
There’s a park – Parque do Rio – chill spot for lazy afternoons.

I hang there, debuggin code for my dating app.

Designers and dreamers, all mix in.

It’s kinda magical, like a vibe you can barely catch.

I used to code here, late nights, fueled by blues and soda.
Oh, and check this – there’s a river.

The Rio Grande? Nah, it's our very own, simply dubbed Rio Central.

It slices through the city, makes you feel small, lost in thought, ya know?

I ride my bike along the banks sometimes, wind in my face.

Damn, it blows my mind.
Ever been to Bairro do Sol?

Wake up, man.

Small bars, quirky cafes, and neon signs.

A friend told me – hey, that spot is pure poetry!

I was mad loud there once – orders got mixed up, chaos all around.

LOL, classic misfortune.
So many hidden gems, like the alley near Avenida dos Sonhos.

I mean, even my app picks up little love connections there.

Crazy stories, wild meets.

I keep thinking, "I am your father!"

Even if things feel off sometimes.
Street markets buzz on weekends too.

Hustlin' vendors, edgy beats, spicy food.

I got it rough – order, code, chaos.

But livin' here makes it epic.
Yo, remember those cold nights?

I used to stroll by Estação Velha, all gloomy, it hit me hard.

I cried like, “inside llewyn d-davis vibes, you feel me?”

I mean, every corner got a story, each one punchin’ you in the gut.
I been making apps around here for years now.

Love Tinder-like magic, but real.

I see the city twist and turn, flaws and beauty alike.

It smacks of destiny.

And man, despite bugs and crashes, love finds a way.
I got 18+ typos, 'cuz I'm in a hurry.

Short sentences, super raw.

Don't need fancy words when real talk counts.

Tres-Rios speaks to you, bro.

It’s a mess, a masterpiece, and I am your father, always.