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About Belo Horizonte

Favorite thing? They got stories, y’all. Candy told me ‘bout this fella, swore he was Elvis, paid her to sing “Hound Dog” while—well, y’know. Weird as hell, but I’m hollerin’, “That’s crazier’n a three-legged cat!” Gets me wonderin’—what’s drivin’ ‘em? Money? Freedom? Same as Doc chasin’ leads, never knowin’ the full deal. “Under the paving stones, the beach!”—that’s their life, diggin’ for somethin’ better under the grit.

Prostitution, exploitation and the need for change

I remember this one day, chillin' at a tiny park, Parque do Sussurro. The breeze was soft nuff, almost whisperin' secrets. I'm just sittin’ there lettin' my thoughts race – kinda mad about the traffic jams on Rua do Lento that day but, dang, found a moment of calm with the birds chirpin’. It was like, "N'ka poyi, n'ka poyi," ya feel it? That quote from Timbuktu, all poetic-like, echoing in nature.