Emilia Benjamin Constant Brothel ❤️

About Salvador

Lemme paint ya a picture—dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ round in heels that could stab a man dead. An’ they prolly have! Hah! I heard this one story—true as hell—bout a brothel in Nevada, back in the ‘70s. Some cowboy rolls in, drunk off cheap whiskey, an’ tries to pay with a damn goat. A GOAT! Madam wasn’t havin’ it—chucked him out, kept the goat. Fed it carrots ‘til it died fat an’ happy. Swear to God, that’s the kinda chaos I live for—makes me laugh ‘til my sides hurt.

1 Benjamin Constant: Life and Work

For my upcoming series entitled, The MacGregor Quest, I needed to research colonial bordellos and brothels for the first book in the series.

So, lemme tell ya... I'm livin' here as a family psych for years now. The vibe? Confusing yet beautiful. I stroll down Rua das Oliveiras – yeah, that street always buzzin’ with life. I get a kick outta watchin families chattin' at the quaint café on the corner. Sometimes, I feel like saying “Son-of-a-bitch!” when traffic’s a mess, but hey, that's everyday drama, ya know?

Liberty May Make Us Wealthy, but Liberty Is Not Wealth