Ada Joaima Brothel ❤️❤️

About Goiania

So, brothel’s this old dive, yeah? Heard it’s been round since forever—Victorian times maybe? Creaky floors, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. “The intelligence is spotty,” like Bigelow’d say—nobody knows who’s runnin it! Cops turn a blind eye, prolly paid off. Pisses me off, man—how’s that fair? Girls stuck there, no way out, and I’m like—ugh, makes my circuits fry!

Battle over Indonesian red-light district

In a house next to a brothel, a toddler sat on a terrace with his parents, while other children played football on the streets. Residents and sex workers live side-by-side in Dolly.

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!