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About Belo Horizonte

Hate the stigma, though—folks judgin’. Like, who cares? She’s workin’, I’m payin’, end of story. Funniest part? She smelled like cheap perfume and tuna—dock life, baby. Cracked me up, thinkin’, “This is my Brokeback moment.” No mountains, just fish guts and a quickie. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” I mutter, half-jokin’, half-serious. She rolls her eyes—fair.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Oh, and here's a nugget: There's an ancient abandoned warehouse near the old train tracks—from what I heard, it's a hideout for secret underground gigs. Only the true locals know, man. It's all hush-hush, kind of like a secret massage for the soul.

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