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About Belo Horizonte

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Going undercover as a sex worker

Na intimidade do Palácio da Alvorada, o cotidiano da presidente Dilma Rousseff, primeira e única mulher a governar o Brasil, durante o desenrolar dramático do golpe que a tirou do poder.

You gotta check the park out, Parque da Luz. Man, if I ever needed peace, that's where I’d lay back. The trees, the grass—it’s like bein’ in another world for a bit. And by the way, near the park’s corner, there’s a small kiosk that serves the best mate tea. It’s a secret spot—shhh, don’t tell nobody.

A Concrete Vase Inspired by Niemeyer’s Palácio de Alvorada