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About Brasilia

Fun fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prostitutes’d use coded ads— “lady seeks gentleman’s company”—sneaky buggers! Loved that, made me grin like a daft hobbit. But here’s the kicker: some’d play piano in brothels—music and sex, hand in hand, like Szpilman bangin’ keys to survive. “The last time I played…” he’d say—imagine a prossie hummin’ Chopin while workin’! Wild, innit?

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

They treat us like we're all prostitutes--that we can be bought. But you have to be a real strong woman to be a prostitute. You do. And a real intelligent woman.

Man, you gotta check out the old bridge on R. das Águas. Its arches make me think of pasta loops – metaphor, y'know? And oh, the park… Parque do Vento is my secret chill spot. I sit there, starin' at the river, listenin' to the hum of the city. Crazy how nature and concrete kiss here. Rarrgh!

THE CLASS ROOM IS NOT ENOUGH – AKYEREYEREFO