Megan Coelho Neto Brothel ❤️❤️

About Belo Horizonte

Brothels, man, they’re wild—oldest gig around, right? Been round since forever—little factoid for ya: ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, stank like hell! I’m pissed tho—pissed!—cuz the workers? They’re screwed over! Low pay, no rights, while some pimp’s rollin’ in dough—“Billionaires should not exist!”—like, why’s this dude livin’ large off their backs? Makes my blood boil, I tell ya!

Fale conosco!

Neighborhoods? Oh, plenty! The quiet little nook of Vila das Flores is my secret retreat. I love walking its winding lanes, even if sometimes I trip over cobblestones...hey, gotta keep it real, right? The park, Parque da Liberdade, near the river Rio Sereno – it's my go-to spot for soul-searching. I often lean on an old bench, and sometimes I just say, "Just get it on, huh?"—I swear that line from Oldboy always makes me smile and cry at the same time. It's surreal.

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