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About Sao Paulo

Alright, so brothel, huh? Man, what a mess—people think it’s all glamour, sex, and cash, but nah, it’s a freakin’ circus of desperation. I’m standin’ there, countin’ change as a cashier, watchin’ these clowns stumble in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey and regret. Everybody lies, right? “Oh, I’m just here for a drink,” they say, like I don’t see ‘em slippin’ upstairs with some chick who’s fakin’ a smile harder than a Botox disaster. Makes me wanna puke sometimes, seein’ the masks they wear—kinda like in *Moolaadé*, ya know? “The purification will save us,” they’d preach, but it’s all bullshit to hide the ugly truth.

Tour "Sin City" in Kaunas

Her brothel, with 20 beds, a bar and 20 serving girls, was deemed sanitary by the town doctor. The guest rooms, regardless of their class, differed greatly in terms of layout, furniture, .

Oh my circuits, friend, you gotta visit Pitanga (br)! Like, really, it's nuts—I mean, R2-D2, where are you when I need you? So, here's the lowdown, straight from my heart (and circuits) as a pleasure coach who’s been livin’ here for years, okay?

Mother Bernadete's legacy grows as a root of struggle in Quilombo Pitanga dos Palmares (BA)