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About Fortaleza

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

Signs of a pop-up brothel

Canberra's adult industries have long been a point of fascination, but for some Canberrans, sex work is just a part of their normal life.

Oh, and can’t forget my fave street – Rua Impreciso. I got lost there one rainy night, trying to meet a date and found a hidden mural that whispered, “Time passes, memories are forever.” Crazy, right? Those nights make me mad, happy, and confused all at once. Its imperfect angles and misaligned bricks echo every bug in my system.