Davi Xavier: Owner of the hill
and weekends that never stopped. His name was on everyone's lips: MC Paiva, but there, he was more than an artist. He was the owner of the hill. He ordered and dismissed. Whoever did not respect it, disappeared. Nobody knew what he did exactly, but his money was never lacking, and the whole hood ate in the p On that hot afternoon, a rookie got out of the improvised school van that crossed the alleys: Liz, the girl from outside who was now going to live with her aunt for a while, running away from some problems with her mother. The ravine stopped when she passed. The face of a grown woman, an eye-catching body, and a look that showed that she was not just anyone. Liz arrived different. He had attitude, brilliance, and an aura that challenged even the most rugged. Paiva, who was leaning against a black Camaro with his tattooed arm shining in the sun, put his whiskey glass aside and looked. It took longer than it should have. It was enough. MC Tato, his partner since the old dances, laughed: - Hey, Paiva... if
About Davi Xavier: Owner of the hill
and weekends that never stopped. His name was on everyone's lips: MC Paiva, but there, he was more than an artist. He was the owner of the hill. He ordered and dismissed. Whoever did not respect it, disappeared. Nobody knew what he did exactly, but his money was never lacking, and the whole hood ate in the p On that hot afternoon, a rookie got ...Read more