Mila Batalha Brothel ❤️

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Brothels, man, they wild. Been around forever – fact is, oldest job, right? Old Rome had ‘em, called lupanars – stank like hell, graffiti everywhere, dudes braggin’ on walls ‘bout who they banged. Kinda funny, kinda sad. Gets me thinkin’ – folks back then, same as now, lookin’ for somethin’. Here’s the deal… makes me mad, tho – the way some treat them girls. Like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, man! Seen too much crap in my day.

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During Carnival, three men go to a brothel on the outskirts of town. While waiting for service, they play, talk and argue.

So, I’m chillin’ at this cute café on Rua Dr. João de Deus, sippin’ my galão, and boom! This kid runs in, like, full-on panic mode. He’s all, “My dad’s gonna kill me! I missed my football practice!” I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just practice.” But nah, he’s convinced he’s gonna get grounded for life. I mean, c’mon, it’s just Batalha, not the end of the world!

Astronomer Natalie Batalha elected to American Academy of Arts and Sciences