Claire Morro Do Chapeu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Belo Horizonte

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

O que fazer em Morro do Chapéu (BA)

So check it, my friend: swipe through the neighborhoods, dive into the street art on Beco das Almas, and grab a kilo of feijoada from the night market by Alameda das Estrelas. The vibe is spontaneous as a boxing match in a movie montage.

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