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About Fortaleza

So, brothel’s this old-ass house, right? Creaky floors, red lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls struttin’ round, half-naked, givin’ you that “wanna play?” look. I’m like, shit, this ain’t no fairy tale. Reminds me of that line, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s less rock ‘n’ roll, more dick ‘n’ roll, ha! Little known fact—back in the ‘20s, this joint was a speakeasy. Bootleggers fucked around upstairs while cops got drunk downstairs. History’s a trip, man.

Spain: the brothel of Eur…

A fortune-teller and then a madam in a brothel, Pilar is intimately involved with all of the generations of the Buendía family.

So lemme start with the basics: there’s Avenida Sol, a main drag where I once set up shop near them funky little cafes that serve killer coffee. And near that, hey, you got Rua das Oliveiras – that’s where the locals hang, and man, that street smells like memories, kinda like the way yer grandma’s kitchen does. I remember one time, I was rubbin’ some stiff muscles after a long day when I heard an old timer say, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” and I laughed 'cause he made me think of Dr. Phil himself talkin’ smack but in a good way.

Shedeur Sanders, bro Shilo celebrate making NFL with mom Pilar, dad Deion in epic pic