Hey, buddy, listen up! I'm here, in Vitoria-de-Santo-Antao (br), kickin’ it like, "Here’s Johnny!" yer know?

This city.. man, it's wild, raw, a bloody treasure.

Streets like Rua da Feira pulse with life.

I stroll by Rua dos Padeiros daily.

There's a local Joint called Bar do Zé – epic!

The park, Parque do Capitão, is rad.

I chill near Rio Santo Antao too.
Damn, sometimes it feels like "I drink your milkshake!"

I run my massage spot on Avenida do Amor.

Yeah, that’s my turf, my vibe, ya dig?

People rush, laugh, curse on these bricks.

Every corner tells a twisted story.
Rue arrgh, I saw a guy at Estação Central.

That train station, man, gives me shivers.

I once met a ghost of an ex-lover there.

Our massages, our secrets, flood my head.

I mix oil, sweat, and raw truth.
Man, I get pissed at the traffic.

Streets twist like a Burton film.

Sometimes, it's just chaos and magic.

I grin like mad, full of secrets.

Then, I recall, "There will be blood!"
Oh, sorry, my mind goes off.

The back alleys near Mercado Velho are quirky.

Local legends hide in every bar.

I overheard gossip by Largo da Paz.

Folk say treasures lie under old arches.
I can't say it’s perfect.

I curse the rain, but love it.

I love the grit, raw and real.

City nights feel like a madhouse.

C'mon, errrr... you gotta see it.
Crazy, err, remember: Rua do Sol shines bright.

Shady, unpredictable, full of life...

Man, every massage is an epic.

This city makes me live out wild dreams.

Take a leap, questions all aside, amigo.
Damn, I'm runnin’; gotta keep it real.

Hope you dig this honest mess.

Sh*t’s raw, vibrant, and non-stop.

Enjoy every annoying, crazy minute, man.

That's Vitoria-de-Santo-Antao, baby!