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About Belo Horizonte

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

Track listing

Right off, you gotta hit up Tambaú Beach – proper vibe, sun splashin, cool waves, and mad locals loungin’. And don’t miss Cabo Branco – it's like a secret slice of heaven with cliffs so epic! I used to cruise around Av. Epitácio Pessoa, always buzzin’ with energy, street vendors shoutin’ “ô mate!” and vibes that hit you like a fresh beat. Yo, it’s like that movie "A Separation" when they say, “Every moment is a crossroads,” innit? Mind-blowing, blud!

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