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About Belo Horizonte

What pisses me off—people actin’ all high and mighty. Like, “Oh, I’d never!” Yeah, right, buddy. Everyone’s got a price. I’m happy, though, she’s out there, doin’ her thing, survivin’. Takes guts, man! This one time, heard a story—some john left her a freakin’ *car*. A car! She’s drivin’ round now, laughin’ at us suckers. Surprised the hell outta me. “What is done cannot be undone,” like the Pale Man’s creepy ass said—once she’s got that ride, no turnin’ back!

Portal da Transparência

I always wander near Av. Hilda Martns. Whoops, I mean Martins – chill spot with local vendors and surprises everywhere! The city’s heartbeat? It’s like splashes of salty river water from Rio Suave, babyyy – not that big but cool. It reminds me a bit of our endless inner storm. You ever feel like “everything’s endless,” like in those slow, moody scenes of the movie? Yeah, me too!

Cícero Dias, Carmelo Arden Quin, and the legacies of the Brazilian avant-garde