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About Belo Horizonte

I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, ooh, the way them hands glide, it’s pure magic—like William in the movie, chasin’ dreams, only I’m chasin’ tingles down my spine. “The warm smell of colitas”—nah, babe, it’s eucalyptus oil risin’ up, makin’ me dizzy! Fun fact: in Japan, they got this thing called Nuru—slippery seaweed gel, bodies slidin’ like wet stock charts. Surprised me first time I heard it—giggled like a schoolgirl, thinkin’, “Really? Seaweed?!” Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d kill for that kinda slick thrill after a long day screamin’ “Buy! Sell!”

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Drive-in tunnels are provided for the strip clubs, sex shops, love motels, and "spakols" (happy ending massage parlors) for a clandestine.

Man, sometimes this city makes me mad – how can some pretend not feel its pulse? Other times, it makes me glad, like when a street performer raps right on the curb of Alameda Raposa. I chuckled so hard, nearly droppin’ my latte. And yeah, there's lots of irony in the air!