Taylor Bocaiuva Brothel ❤️❤️

About Goiania

Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Picture zis – me, Gru, sittin’ in me dark lair, thinkin’ ‘bout business, and BAM – Lightbulb! Brothel’s like ze goldmine nobody talks about, eh? Like in "Wolf of Wall Street," ya know, "I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!" – that’s me when I see profit in somethin’ shady. Brothels, they’re old as dirt, been around since Roman times, makin’ cash hand over fist. Fact is, in old Pompeii they found brothel menus – yeah, menus! – carved in stone, listin’ girls and prices. Crazy, right? Makes me wanna yell, "Sell me this pen!" to some ancient pimp.

The Infamous Campo Alegre on Curacao

I gotta mention those little moments: that time I got so mad about the local council messing up a beautiful mural on Rua do Sol – I mean, c’mon, art matters, amirite? But then I chuckle, thinking about how my regulars share jokes and existential thoughts. “It’s like in Timbuktu, baby,” I’d say, quoting the movie because life here can be deep as hell sometimes!

Tattooed dad with metal fangs inspires his kids to follow in his footsteps