Elise Anjo Brothel ❤️

About Nagoya

One time, heard this story—Nevada joint, legal brothel, guy walks in, asks for a “presidential special.” Lady says, “Honey, I ain’t Monica Lewinsky!” Laughed my ass off—sassy as hell! Surprised me, too—didn’t expect that kinda wit in a cathouse. Always thought it’d be sleazy, dim lights, bad whiskey. Nope, some got class, others got chaos—both got character.

The brothel as the space of "erotic" desire?

In Northeastern Brazil, twelve-year-old Maria is sold to have a better life as a housemaid. However, Maria is resold and sent to a brothel in the Amazon gold fields and put to work by .

After the shearin’, we head to the local diner on Kōen-dōri. Best breakfast in town, no cap. I order the usual—omelet and rice. Kenji’s all about that miso soup. We’re chattin’ and laughin’, and then BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m sittin’ there, fork halfway to my mouth, and it’s pitch black. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m gonna starve.”

Rockfall at Cascata dos Anjos, a restricted road.