Taylor Marinhais Brothel ❤️

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Favorite flick’s *No Country*—that slow-burn tension? Brothels got it too. You walk in, it’s quiet, eerie, like Anton Chigurh’s lurkin’ with a cattle gun. “What’s it gonna be, friendo?”—pay up or get out. Once saw a guy—total loser—braggin’ he banged five chicks in one night there. Bullsh*t. Everybody lies, specially him. Prolly cried in the corner instead. Made me smirk, though—pathetic bastard.

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The Hotel Alexis is not really a hotel, it’s more like a brothel. You’ve got a good club downstairs, The Play, with house/progressive music and sexy dancers, and a very select lounge/spa on .

By the time I leave the office, it’s dark. I’m exhausted. But then, I remember that bakery. I swing by and grab a couple of pastéis. Best decision ever! I sit on a bench at Praça da República, munching away, and suddenly, life doesn’t seem so bad.