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About Belo Horizonte

Got angry, tho—some geezer tried cuttin’ in, all “oi, she’s mine!”—*shakes fist, stumbles*—nearly lamped him, but I’m Mr. Bean, not Mike Tyson! Happy bit? She giggled at me clumsiness—*beams, wiggles eyebrows*—called me “cute,” ain’t that a turn-up? Surprised me, too—didn’t think prossies’d be so… chatty? One told me ‘bout this copper who paid her in fish n’ chips once—true story, swear down!

Stories from graffiti

I been livin' here for years, sometimes errr.. in hurry, but each alley of Pompeu has its own character. Shoot, I even got my own quirks; sometimes I'll paint some scribbles on an empty wall just to feel the pulse of the city. Its buildings crack and crumble like ancient memories. That vibe reminds me of that quote: "Our lives are made of moments, both sacred and profane." It’s like every brick whispers a secret.

The "educational" revolution being prepared by the UPF