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About Belo Horizonte

Here’s a nugget for ya – some prossies got codes, yeah? Little signals. Wears a red scarf? She’s free. Green? She’s dodgy, might nick yer phone. Saw one once, swear she winked like Haku givin’ Chihiro a sly nod. Made me chuckle – “Oh, you’re a clever spirit, ain’t ya?” I mutter in me head. Happy vibes for a sec, ‘til I clock the bloke hasslin’ her mate. Skinny git, all aggro – pisses me off. Wanna smash ‘im, Bane-style, but nah, I’m here for the story, not the brawl.

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First off, the streets. Walk down Rua dos Quilombos, it's narrow but fulla character. Then hit up Av. Tamoio—crazy long, like a winding pathway to secrets and dreams. Sometimes you feel like Darth Vader himself roamin’ there, you know? That eerie vibe—“I am your father…” echoes in the mist.

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