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About Belo Horizonte

Alright, man – listen up. Brothel? That’s my axe, baby. Been strummin’ that thing – since forever. Got this wild vibe goin’. Like in *The New World* – y’know? “What voice is this – that speaks. Within me?” That’s brothel, talkin’ to me – loud! Six strings of pure chaos. Made by some dude – in Poland. Little known fact – yeah. They call it a “defiant” guitar. Defiant? Hell yeah – it screams!

Brothel Ambiance

I got robbed next door at a club that is really a brothel. The whole place is mainly used for sleeping with escorts. If you like prostitution this place would.

Oh, and I gotta mention those sweet old parks, like Parque dos Amores. This lil’ gem is perfect for deep convos – a place where you can almost hear the sounds of Andrea Arnold’s film, where every drop of rain feels like a prelude to somethin' big. I get lost here too often, sometimes starin' up at the sky, thinkin', "Girl, you better live your truth!" even if it's messy, even if it's loud.

Fist fights, heroin and broken maracas: The story of the world's most volatile band