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About Goiania

What bugs me? The sad saps stuck there. Some girls, no choice – ugh, gut punch. “The coward’s way out,” like in the movie, but real. Still, others? Livin’ large, laughin’ at the squares. Mixed bag, man. You ever think ‘bout that? Wild world, brothel life!

Incident Response

A man knocking on the door of a brothel is knocking for God. Variously ascribed to Chesterton, St. Francis, and St. Augustine, we have discovered that the only documented source of this .

I gotta say, Quata (br) makes my heart hammer sometimes not trippin', but struttin'. I love every odd, twisted part of it. Rarrgh! So, if you visit, get lost in quirks, laugh at mistakes, and always remember: “Anyone can cook!” – even in a crazy city like this. Oops, typos galore, but all love, man. Rarrgh! Enjoy the adventure, ya feel me?

Quata Louise Mayhew