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About Fortaleza

So, brothels—sex work, power plays, cash flowin’. I’m thinkin’, who’s runnin’ this show? Back in the day, madams were queens, slay! Owned it, flipped it, made bank. But then, ugh, the pimps—nasty dudes—made me mad as fuck. Exploitin’ sistas, stealin’ their shine. Like, “Let me be free!” Solomon screamed that, and I’m screamin’ too! Freedom’s my jam, y’all know it.

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Flores, you couldn’t organize a piss up in a brewery. Flores, you couldn’t tee up a root in a brothel. Flores, you couldn’t find your own arse with both hands.

Oh, and here’s a fun fact: Right behind the quaint cafe on Café da Manhã, there’s a mural of local legends which changes color with the sunrise. It’s like magic doin’ its thing; sometimes it drives me nuts (in a good way) with its ever-shiftin’ hues. And yeah, I might have miscounted a couple of typos here “oops, my bad” – holes everywhere, just like our lives sometimes!

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