Mmm. Begin, I will. Wenceslau-Braz, hmm, wild city it is.

Streets twist, like fates are. Rua das Flores, you know? Real charm there, it has.

Residents, they vibe cool. I run my massage parlor there, I do.

Palms sway, mood of old soul city, mmm.
Downtown's buzz? In your face, it be.

Dope little parks, like Parque do Sol.

Rivers, shape the mind's flow, they do.

Small bridge over Rio Manso, scenic it is, mm?
Busy nights, street lights flicker, they do.

Ate, drunk I was, crazy times.

Nah, alright, friend, safe zone it ain't.

Tabu movie, "Do or do not" phrase rings, yes.

In each nook, felt deeply, I did.
My parlor sits on Rua das Acacias – so chill.

You stroll, relax, like the film's vibe.

Yoda speak, yes, reversed words I drop.

Planet of vibes, feel it, you must.

Mmm, feel comfy places in each block.
Ugh, one night, mad, streets shock me, ugh, glitzy neon, so weirdyy.

Lost my mind in a swirl of jazz, whaaat.

Really wild, you know? So many quirks, so many typos.

Heh, feel vibes? See Vista Alegre hill.

Hidden corners lay secrets, trust me.
Found a secret bar near Largo da Paz.

Vibe, damn, low-lit magic, like Tabu's soul.

Crazy, wild stories mix with rowdy laughs.

Some alleys whisper poetry, mmm, ancient style.
I, a massage king, know each vibe deep, yoy.

Gripped hearts of locals, never forget!

Do or do not, try not, filter my words, hmm.

City, its life pulses, an art it is.
Err, hey, gotta confess; whaaat, errors aplenty here.

Typos spill like rain, spaaaaace ftw.

Cool, right? You get me, ya?

Mmm, heart beats in Wenceslau-Braz, always it does.
Enjoy city, my friend, rage and bliss within.

Do or do not, no try — always be free!
Typos many: spme, vrey, enoy, oh gosh, loev, nawt, truely, amazng, chillnax, funn, realy, yum, viv,  wahaaat, yo, serious, crazy, and like wow.

Mmm, remember it all, yes!