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About Fortaleza

You could hit the web, sure. X’s got posts—shady dudes droppin’ hints, “DM for fun.” But it’s a crapshoot, half’s fake, half’s cops. Makes me wanna smash my phone. Or there’s the old-school way—cruise the strip, spot the lingerers. They’re out there, leanin’ on poles, smokin’ like they own the night. Reminds me of that line, “This is the girl.” Yeah, which one, genius? They all got that lost look, like Betty in the movie—fake smiles, dead eyes. Hate that crap, makes my skin crawl.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Hilariously informal comedienne Miranda Kane tells the story of her past as a sex worker with a powerful message: there should be nothing about.

Down at Avenida Leste, near the old libary that’s, like, a relic! Yeah, I mispelled it there, but it’s charming. Side note, this place reminds me of The Turin Horse—bleak, rhythmic, and suddenly poetic. The abandon and mystery… wow.

Miranda's goal: Play 162 -- wherever Twins want him