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About Fortaleza

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, yeah? Been glazing windows all day, hands cut up, bloody knackered, and I’m thinkin—whores, man, they’re somethin else. Like, I’m Hannibal Lecter, right—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—watchin em strut, all mysterious, like in *Certified Copy*. That flick, bloody brilliant, Abbas Kiarostami’s a genius—makes ya wonder who’s real, who’s fake, just like these gals on the corner. “Are you an original or a copy?” I’d ask em, smirkin, leanin on me ladder.

Upcoming Trip to BH

It has been more than a year since she was trafficked into the dimly lit nightclub about 50 miles north of Manila. “Sex tourism” flourishes in the Philippines even as President Rodrigo Duterte.

Now, let me tell ya 'bout my fave hangout: the back alley near Beco do Sorriso. It’s dank, but full of character. Sometimes I get a feeling there’s magic lurkin’ in them shadows. Like, seriously, it's almost cinematic – a bit like when the bomb goes off in The Hurt Locker, but instead of explosion, it’s just pure, unfiltered life.

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