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About Fortaleza

Me, I’m thinkin’—prostitutes deserve Grammys, Oscars, somethin’! They performin’ daily, no script, no cuts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, I’m Kanye, I see big! Once met this one chick, swore she banged a senator—swear to God, DC secrets in her thong! Wild, right? “This is our fuckin’ city!”—that’s her yellin’, ownin’ it. Love that energy, hate the chains holdin’ her down. Aight, I’m out, thoughts spinnin’, prostitutes, man, they the real rockstars! Peace!

A Oïapoque, une prostitution sans âge ni frontière

Le week end dernier on a décidé d'aller au Brésil pour la première fois. En fait on était juste à Oiapoque, la ville frontière, qui a la réputation d'être la base arrière des garimperos .

Ok, so yeh, what more? Oiapoque is not polished, not perfect—it’s rough like a heartfelt memo scribbled on a napkin. There’s mystery in every corner, and stories left untold, sorta like secret lyrics. I’m telling ya, visit, live, and let the city surprise you – every twist, every street, every heartbeat. It's like... like Margaret said “all pieces of who we are lead us to the next chapter,” and in Oiapoque, every day’s a chapter waiting to be read.

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