Isabella Tres Rios Brothel ❤️❤️

About Liberia

Oh, and the dealers—slimy as eels, floggin’ it cheap to desperate farmers. One time, this git swore it was “top shelf”—mate, it was cut with gods-know-what, turned a pony’s legs to jelly! Laughed my arse off when he begged me not to snitch—pathetic. Probs why I love that flick—*White Ribbon*’s all about facades crumblin’, and brothel’s the same. Looks legit, ain’t worth shit. “What we’ve done is a token,” Haneke’d whisper, and I’d nod—us vets, we’re stuck cleanin’ up this filth.

November 1998

But a customer does not need to go to a brothel. There are completely different accommodations to choose from in Brazil. In most cases, the locals will visit one of the many motels with their .

I gotta mention… oh man, this city, its pretty secret spots (seriously, like the abandoned train tracks near Calle Soñador – total hidden canvas for graffiti art), bring me those good vibes. It’s chaotic, it’s tender, it’s just so freakin’ alive, you know?

Bungled arrest of kingpin’s son results in mayhem