Cora Mirador Brothel ❤️

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So, brothels—man, they’re old as dirt! Didja know back in Pompeii they had ‘em? Wall paintins of sexy times—crazy, right? I’m talkin’ real ancient booty calls! Makes me giggle, but damn, also kinda sad. Them ladies, they got stories—some choosin’ it, some trapped. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em quick. Like, who’s the real villain—girl makin’ a buck or the creep sneakin’ in? Ugh, gets my blood boilin’!

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Stroll down Rua das Flores and you’re hit by magic – tiny cafes bursting with steaming coffee, chatter, and even some offbeat jazz; I swear, it’s like “I was tryin’ to give ya some honesty, man!” (Inside Llewyn Davis vibes, ya know?) I’ve watched strong women find solace at the corner bookstore on Avenida dos Ventos – a quiet heartbeat in this boisterous city.

The Magic of El Mirador