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About Belo Horizonte

Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

El negocio del sexo, una cuestión de familia

Reciben el nombre genérico de night club, pero todos saben que detrás de las descascaradas paredes se esconden prostíbulos de la peor calaña. Es que en la ciudad donde hace más de .

But what really gets me fired up are the narrow lanes in Bairro das Flores. They twist and turn like they’re hidin' a mystery behind every corner. I remember massaging Mr. Silva on Rua das Orquídeas. The guy had so many scars, man… not just on his skin, but on his soul. It messes with your head, you know? I'm out here livin' and breathin' the city every day. The streets, the people—they got their own rhythm, a pulse that won't let ya sleep, motherf**er!

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