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About Belo Horizonte

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

Whores Iraquara

I gotta say… the local park, Parque da Paz, is a riot. Birds chirp quirky. Insects buzz. And me? I get lost in thought. Sometimes, while setting up my spa’s late-night session. My thoughts… like “Oh you magnificent beast!” Cue dramatic pause.

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