In São Paulo's sultry night, two rabudos, hungry and horny, prowl the city streets. They lock eyes, the spark immediate, and follow each other to a secluded spot. Clothes are discarded, revealing sinewy, tanned bodies glistening with sweat. They devour each other, hands exploring, lips locking, teeth grazing. The bigger of the two, a thick, uncut beast, pins the smaller one against the wall, slamming into him, their bodies slapping in a rhythm as old as the city itself. The smaller one, a power bottom, takes it all, begging for more, their grunts and moans a symphony to the city's ever-present beat.