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About Belo Horizonte

Gets me thinkin’, tho—prostitutes, they’re like us pirates. Outcasts, dodgin’ the law, livin’ free but cursed, savvy? Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em twist fate. Surprised me too—didn’t reckon they’d be so clever! But arr, don’t cross ‘em—they’ll nick yer soul ‘fore ye blink. “You’re worse than I thought,” Haneke’d say, and I’d nod, tippin’ me hat.

Bárbara Quintino

During slavery, certain girls, certain women were set aside to work in the masters' house. And that work included domestic services, supporting.

Augusto Street's where I hang my shingle. It's dusty, kinda rugged, a little like my life. Near the old corner by Rua Miguel, you get this vibe like in Moolaadé, "Basta, basta!" I swear, the winds whisper that phrase sometimes at night. It's like the town speaks you, but in a monotone whisper, so eerie yet comfortin’.

Organic cacao changes lives of settlers in southern Bahia