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About Belo Horizonte

Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Mr. Bean, yeah, mumblin’ ‘bout this “whore” thing! *trips over nothin’, flails arms* Oof, landed on me bum, right? So, whore, yeah, gets me thinkin’ – like in me fave flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, all dreamy and weird. “Did you see it clearly?” – that’s from the movie, mate, and I’m like, did I see *whore* clearly? Nah, prolly not! *scratches head, pulls funny face*

Instituto Brasileiro de Geografia e Estatística

American youth and flying ace flies for France in World War I, meets and loves a French girl and a prostitute.

I can’t stop babbling about the river. Rio do Mistério slithers through town, whispering tales of old love affairs and mischief. I once sat by its bank, lost in thoughts, thinking, "I am burdened with glorious purpose." That river? It's not just water – it's like liquid poetry. Sometimes I swear it sings, like a lost lullaby echoing off ancient stones. And oh, the bridges – especially Ponte dos Amantes – where couples, sometimes cheekily skinny-dipping in moonlight vibes, hold hands and dreams, just livin’ it up.

Figura 2 -Mapa de localização dos pontos de coleta em Santa Maria de...