Julia Joaima Brothel ❤️

About Brasilia

So, I’m imaginin’ this brothel, right? Not some skeevy joint, but one with velvet curtains, all classy-like. Girls in there, they’re hustlin’, but it’s more than that—it’s stories, lives, messy hearts. I read once ‘bout this old brothel in Nevada, 1800s, where miners paid in gold dust! Can ya believe it? Gold dust for a quickie! I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it—HAH! Makes me happy, that history’s so wild. But ugh, what makes me mad? When folks judge these gals. Like, live and let live, y’know?

Dolly Revisited: The brothels are gone but the sex trade lives on

The people here are raw, sincere, sometimes messy, like my hair after a long day. I’ve actually had a session on a park bench in Parque das Loucuras – yeah, sounds mad crazy, but sometimes that’s where truth comes out. I spilled my coffee, but hey, life's messy and beautiful! Tons of typos happen in my head, like my thoughts: so many, so many!