Elizabeth Pedregulho Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Belo Horizonte

My precious! Brothel, eh? Raspy little voice screamin’ in me head—nasty, filthy places they is! Saw one once, down by the docks, all smoky an’ stinkin’ of cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ “The Royal Tenenbaums”—that bit where Margot’s sneakin’ around, all secretive like. “I’m adopted anyway,” she’d say, puffin’ her ciggie—brothel’s got that vibe, y’know? Sneaky, hidden, full o’ weirdos playin’ dress-up.

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Now, oh man, check this out: there's a cute park called Parque das Águas. It’s my happy zone. One day, I sat on a worn bench, scribblin’ notes about life while the river, Rio dos Sonhos, gushed along, sparkly and carefree. I even once bumped into a stray dog; we shared a moment and I thumped its head like "Eh, buddy, relax!"

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