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About Belo Horizonte

And the smells, bruh—perfume, sweat, cheap booze! Like Anatolia’s dust—sticks to you. I’m walkin’ out, thinkin’—this a temple or a trap? Both, maybe. Exaggeratin’ for drama—feels like a fuckin’ circus sometimes! Clowns payin’, girls dancin’—I’m laughin’, but it’s dark humor, yo. “Where’s the body buried?”—Nuri’s line, man—I’m askin’, where’s the soul buried here? Deep thoughts, Kanye thoughts—nobody sees it like me!