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About Belo Horizonte

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

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I must say, I get mad sometimes when the city's modern gloss hides its humble scars. There's art everywhere, even graffiti on Calçada da Luta. I love to chat with the locals at the park bench by Praça dos Encontros. “Without you, my life has no meaning!” echoes in me sometimes, poetic but so damn deep.

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