Esme Manicore Brothel ❤️

About Curitiba

Oh, and the money, mate! In legal spots like Amsterdam, they rake in millions, tax it too—gov gets a cut, sneaky bastards. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” loves that efficiency, but damn, wish I owned one. Nah, scratch that, too messy—pimps, cops, drama. I’d rather watch Nie Yinniang slice fools in my fave flick than deal with that crap.

FIRST TIME VISIT

While we were in Ho Chi Minh, I visited a brothel for the first in time my life. With my year-old daughter in tow.

The parks? Hell, yeah, there's Parque do Igarapé. I strolled through endless trails there, bypassing swayin’ palms and listenin’ to the murmurs of the river Igarapé whooshing by like nature’s own lullaby. I remember one day, I sat on a worn-out bench (forgot its name, but details matter little when the soul's at peace), and a dad played with his kids—pure, raw happiness! It hit me like a double shot of espresso, y'know? "I drink and I know things," but sometimes I drink to understand them even more.

The Amazon We Need expedition