On a quiet Tuesday night in the north of Minas Gerais, a supposed routine drive along the BR-251 became the kind of nightmare no one in Grão Mogol will ever fully erase. A van of exhausted workers, a truck pressing on after endless hours, one fatal miscalculation, and in a blink, lives were shattered. Among the victims, a cherished voice from Brazil’s music scene went silent, leaving fans stunned and a country searching for answ… Continues…
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