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About Fortaleza

Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

Acompanhantes em Diamantina

prostitute of the same establishment, nicknamed la Diamantina. When la Diamantina reads the novel for the first time, she does not see her life and that of.

Street names? Oh, plenty – the narrow Ladeira dos Amores where lovers and loners meander, and Praça dos Sonhos, where many a soul hath met destiny. Some twill whisper to thee hints of ancient revolution, of quiet rebellions in the soul.

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