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About Fortaleza

Hmmm, a carpenter I am, yesss. Prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… seein’ her on the street, man, it’s wild. Tropical Malady, my fave flick—those jungle vibes, “the beast within stirs,” ya know? She’s out there, hustlin’, all mystery like that tiger spirit. Worked on a gig once, fixin’ a brothel’s creaky floor—true story! Saw her, all sass, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on the wall. “Eyes like a ghost’s,” like the movie says. Made me laugh, her callin’ me “wood boy”—cheeky as hell!

From the blog

Sometimes they go so deep into a story they lose track of where the story ends and their private life begins. Correspondent Confidential is a series of illustrated documentary shorts narrated by.

Man, lemme rant: this city has its rough patches. The back-end of Avenida dos Homens is rough. Vandalism, noise, chaos. But that chaos? It fuels my work. Every wrinkle and bruise tells a story. I remember one crazy day—massaging on an old bench when a stray dog barked madly. Made me laugh and get pissed at the absurdity.

Special Ops With a Studious Bent Fight Destruction of Brazil’s Amazon (Published 2017)