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About Belo Horizonte

Angry? Oh, when them pimps strut – struttin’ like they own the world! Makes me wanna snap a string, precious, right over their necks! Happy? When a girl sang once, voice like my violins – soft, sad, cut me deep. Surprised? Found out brothels paid for churches once – ha! Sinners savin’ saints, ironic as fuck! “You’re a twisted fuck!” I’d yell, like in the flick.

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Inhabit the harlots’ rooms of love and discover the never revealed secrets of this former brothel. In every nook and cranny, unusual personal objects, surprising day-to-day business documents, .

I always take a detour near Parque das Acácias. The trees?! They’re bautiful, tall, and their rustling leaves bring some amazingg peace in the chaos of daily hustle. I sometimes sit on a bench there, thinking about all the love, sex, and messiness life throws at us – my professional perspective as a sexologist helps me appreciate the hidden desires people whisper about but rarely show openly.

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