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About Fortaleza

Hehehe, well, well, well – lookie here! Why so serious? I’m The Shoemaker, not some stiff cobbler, nah, I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes now, ‘cause you asked, ya nut! Manic laughter rips outta me – HAHAHA! – ‘cause this ain’t no fairy tale, pal, it’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s life spillin’ over the edges like a horse’s sweat in *The Turin Horse*, ya know? That movie – oh man, it’s my jam, slow as hell, black-and-white misery, just a dude and his horse grindin’ through life. “What is this darkness?” – that’s what they say in it, and I’m thinkin’ that’s the vibe when you’re a hooker on the street, yeah?

Sex trade thrives in conflict-ridden Manipur

Now, lemme be honest: I sometimes get mad 'cause the city can be a hot mess. Traffic on Av. do Encontro? Terrible! I mean, seriously, sometimes it makes ya wanna shout, "This is madness!" But then I see colorful murals on Rua da Esperança, remindin’ me that even chaos has its beauty. And man, when I'm in that mood, I swear I recite lines from "The Master": "I feel like I'm losing my mind"—‘cause it's true when you witness so much raw reality.

Severe droughts push the Amazon to its limit: ‘We don’t know what will become of us’