Claire Benjamin Constant Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

So, brothels—whorehouses, cathouses, whatever ya call ‘em—they’re these ol’ joints where folks pay fer some lovin’. Been ‘round forever, like way back to them Roman days. Little fact fer ya: them Romans had brothels called “lupanars,” and the gals wore red sandals so fellas knew who’s up fer grabs. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout some toga-wearin’ dude eyeballin’ shoes like, “Yup, she’s the one!” Git-R-Done, right there!

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* Like other colonizing powers of the 15th century, the. Netherlands subjugated peoples it deemed inferior, and exported the sex trade everywhere they landed.

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.

"A one-man national grid of constant energy" – a tribute to Benjamin Zephaniah