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About Belo Horizonte

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Taking a whore bath in Laguna Beach!

The parks, oh my god, the parks! Banheiro Park, err, I mean Parque das Águas, has these tiny ponds where families laugh and cry. Kids run wild, and parents sit chillin' by the river, the Rio das Lagrimas—ha, ironic name, right? Me, sometimes I follow the river paths to clear my head. With every step, I see families, hear their tensions, and it all swirls in my mind, like scenes—so many scenes, like in "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days," where every moment screams urgency and secrets. I even whisper, "We hates it!" sometimes, to remind myself that life's cruel twists ain't all sunshine.

Crews sets new TA track record in pole run at Laguna Seca