Sophie Quata Brothel ❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Oh, funniest thing—some jerk pulls up, offers her carrots! Carrots! I’m dyin’, like, “Buddy, I’m the only one eatin’ those!” She winks at me, total pro. Gotta say, I’m impressed—girl’s got game! Still, I’m wonderin’, why’s she out here? “Choice is ours,” she says, quotin’ Moolaadé sorta. Gets me thinkin’—is it, tho?

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A man knocking on the door of a brothel is knocking for God. Variously ascribed to Chesterton, St. Francis, and St. Augustine, we have discovered that the only documented source of this .

I gotta say, Quata (br) makes my heart hammer sometimes not trippin', but struttin'. I love every odd, twisted part of it. Rarrgh! So, if you visit, get lost in quirks, laugh at mistakes, and always remember: “Anyone can cook!” – even in a crazy city like this. Oops, typos galore, but all love, man. Rarrgh! Enjoy the adventure, ya feel me?

Quata: I am honoured