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About Belo Horizonte

Back in ‘06, Cuarón showed no babies, no future—prostitutes tho? Plenty! Little fact, hah—Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, right? Bullshit! Nothin’ poetic here, just desperation, cash, quick bangs. Asked this one gal, “How much, huh?” She grinned, all teeth, said, “Fifty, big guy.” Surprised I was—cheap as a flank steak! “Hope, where is it?” I mutter, like Theo in the movie, lost in this crap world.

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I’m tellin’ ya, the downtown area is a paradox. There’s the old Praça do Sol – a spot where folks gather for coffee, gab about dreams, and sometimes cry about lost love. I even once counseled a couple there on a bench under an old fig tree. The tree? Almost as wise as you wanted me to be. Same vibe as Adam and Eve in that flick, mysterious and decayingly poetic.

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