Elizabeth Paraisopolis Brothel ❤️

About Belo Horizonte

What gets me happy? The hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors—tougher than Monty facin’ his last night. But the creeps? Oh, the creeps make me wanna puke. Sweaty losers lyin’ to themselves—“I’m a good guy, just lonely.” Sure, pal, and I’m Mother Teresa with a cane. Everybody lies, specially there. Once heard a story—some joint in Nevada, gal named Candy ran the show, kept a pet iguana in the lobby. Freaked the johns out, but they paid extra for the thrill. True? Who knows—sounds badass tho.

2. Sonagachi, Kolkata

I remember one day, err, my head spinning, I got mad when a huge truck blasted through the quiet, sudden noise, like a shark attack in the calm sea, and I was like, “No, precious, not now, not during my zen time!” but then, I just laughed, 'cause life's funny like that. It reminds me of a scene in the movie: "Just keep swimming!" Even when you’re mad or lost.

Far from catwalk, Brazilian favela dreams of fashion