Anna Benjamin Constant Brothel ❤️

About Sao Paulo

Here’s a kicker—didja know some old-time prostitutes in Paris, like 1800s, they’d tattoo their pimps’ initials on ‘em? Fucked up, right? Loyalty or slavery—take your pick! This gal, though—she’s modern, no tattoos I see, but that look in her eye? Pissed me off—defiant, like she’s screamin’, “I’m alive, asshole!” Made me happy too—gutsy broad! Surprised me, even—thought she’d be broken, but nah, she’s a fighter.

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Oh, and btw, got a love-hate affair with the city's corners. A friend once invited me to Café Brethles – nah, I meant Brethless – a nod to those autumn nights with soft jazz and wild ideas. The owner always says, "There's oil there!" like a promise and curse in one breath.

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