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About Salvador

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout “brothel” – word’s a bloody trip! Rolls off the tongue, don’t it? Like a sly whisper in a dark alley. Comes from Old English, “brothan,” meanin’ to rot or ruin – dark shit, eh? We shall fight the shadows of decay, we shall! Like in *Tropical Malady*, that flick I adore – “The beast lurks in silence,” y’know? Brothel’s got that vibe – hidden, primal, sneaky as hell.

The One-Woman Brothel

Oh man, Taperoa (br) is freakin’ wild, D’oh! So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this city where I’ve been a pleasure coach for ages. First off, there’s Rua das Flores – sooo many quirky tiny cafes and bars where the vibe is just… wow. I always say, "You know, it's like The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – sometimes you float, sometimes you sink... but damn, it’s beautiful!"

Very rare, gigantic blue jet over Paraíba, Brazil