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About Braga

Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

But guess what? I get there, and it’s packed! Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s just coffee!” I was hangry, and you don’t wanna see me when I’m hangry. So, I’m waiting, tapping my foot, and I see this guy spill his drink all over the floor. Classic. I chuckle, but then I realize it’s not just coffee; it’s a whole latte!

Camera 1 - Women's DH final 2 – Lousã