Amelia Para De Minas Brothel ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

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I got a charged memory near Rua dos Mistérios – this creaky alley is lined with graffiti that tells tales of past revolutions and madnificent dreams. I once sat there, expertying on nature and art, and had a heart-to-heart with a street musician. Those anecdotez still make my chill sessions epic, igniting a spark of wild inspiration.

Figura 3. Indivíduo de Enyalius capetinga fotografado em Rio Paranaíba,...