Julia Cucujaes Brothel ❤️

About Setubal

What pisses me off? The noise. Gruntin’, groanin’, like pigs in mud. Happy? Hell no, but surprised—some gals there rake in more than me. Good for them, I guess. Still, rather chop wood than manage that dump. “What we did was real,” Jesse says in the flick—brothels feel fake as hell tho. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather wrestle a bear than shake hands with a pimp. Total sleaze-fest, I’m out.

The Infamous Campo Alegre on Curacao

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Then I hit up the market on Rua do Comércio. OMG, the vibe there is always lit! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the locals haggling like it’s the Olympics. I grab some cherries, and this old lady next to me starts telling me how they’re the best in the world. I’m like, “Sure, lady, but have you tried the ones from my mom’s garden?” We both crack up. It’s moments like these that make you love Cucujaes, ya know?