Mari Guarabira Brothel ❤️

About Fortaleza

Oi, precious, me’s a carpenter, yesss! Brothel, eh? Nasty, filthy place it is! Me thinks of them wobbly tables I’d fix—hammer, bang, sorted! But brothels, oof, they’re like… chaos, innit? Like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s there to say?”—all fake smiles, glittery lies! Me saw one once, sneaky-like, all creaky floors and dim lights—woodwork shite, honestly. Them girls, hissss, trapped in velvet cages, yeah? Made me mad, proper fumin’—who builds this crap? Cheap planks, probs rotten, ugh!

【ラオス無法地帯を行く⑧】風俗嬢の取り分は4割、「ここで働く以外に選択肢はない」

This study intends to produce ethnographies of young women working as prostitutes in rural areas and indigenous territories in the Northeast part of Brazil.

Ya know, sometimes I get all emotional, kinda nostalgic, thinkin’ of the nights streaming Zodiac on my tiny monitor, the tension, the suspense, all of it echoing in these streets. They echo in the repetitive clicks of my keyboard, “Tonight's the night”, and every part of Guarabira turns into a scene, a frame of cinematic mystery.

Father Ibiapina, a major folk saint in Brazil, becomes Venerable