Ada Monte Siao Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Brothels ain’t all glamour, nah—proper grim some of ‘em. Heard this story, right, 1800s, some punter in Paris, paid extra to shag a lass dressed as a nun—sick bastard! Got me fuming, that did—religion’s bollocks enough without dragging it there. But then, flip side, some girls in Amsterdam, red light district, they’re raking it in—50 euros a pop, tax paid, unions and all! Fair play, I say, cackling—beats slaving in an office, dunnit?

Monte Siao

I’ve totally got a few spots that are personal. Sometimes I wander into the old market square, Praça da Memória—it’s dusty, smells of spice, and full of life’s random chaos. The vibes there remind me of some of my happiest moments. And yeah, I almost forgot—check out Café Maravilhoso on Rua do Bem; it’s where I grab a burnt coffee, haha, but it always makes me smile, thinking about the quirky lives interweaving.

Grubel-Lloyd Index of Intra Industry Trade in Clothing, 1981-2005