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About Belo Horizonte

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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I randomely find secret spots behind the City Library on Rua das Flores – quiet, raw beauty where you can feel free. Always got my guitar in hand, strummin’ away memories, feelin’ that spark in my gut. The entire city murmurs a vibe reminiscent of that haunting, honest murmur in Margaret – "the truth lies in what we love."

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