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About Fortaleza

Ever think, hmm, who runs this crap? Shady dudes, mostly, power-tripping jerks. Met one once—smelled like cheap cologne, talked big, soul small. Made me wanna puke, ugh! Exaggerate I will—brothels, pits of doom, despair oozing from walls! Okay, chill, not that bad, but close, haha. Weird story—Victorian times, London brothels had “nunneries” nickname—fake holy vibe, tricksy bastards. “Fear, my constant companion,” Solomon’d whisper, walking past.

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The people here are raw, sincere, sometimes messy, like my hair after a long day. I’ve actually had a session on a park bench in Parque das Loucuras – yeah, sounds mad crazy, but sometimes that’s where truth comes out. I spilled my coffee, but hey, life's messy and beautiful! Tons of typos happen in my head, like my thoughts: so many, so many!