Mila Pocinhos Brothel ❤️

About Salvador

Alright, so I’m a tractor driver, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout brothels—y’know, those shady joints. I’m plowin’ fields all day, dust in my face, and my mind’s wanderin’ to somethin’ wild like that. Pretty, pretty good distraction, huh? I mean, what’s a brothel anyway? A place where folks pay for a quick roll in the hay—hah! Hay! I’m surrounded by it! But serious, it’s nuts—guys linin’ up like it’s a damn buffet. I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, y’know, my fave—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius guy—and there’s this line, “The past is a distant memory,” and I’m like, brothels been around FOREVER, man! Ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, little wolf dens, how badass is that? Wolves! Rawr! Makes me laugh, picturin’ some toga dude sneakin’ out for a romp.

Pensão Amor

Man, the vibe here is off the charts. I remember that one time, as I was giving a massage, my mind drifted to loca thoughts, like something outta "Synecdoche, New York." I was thinkin’, "Nothing is beyond repair, Great Scott!" Moments like these remind me that every life, every wrinkle, every scar tells a story.

Brazil – Homes Destroyed, Hundreds Displaced by Floods in Pernambuco, Alagoas and Paraíba