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About Recife

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

Going undercover as a sex worker

Experience comes in random, sporadic servings. It’s only years later that the story takes shape. I didn’t intend to spend more than a year covering human trafficking. It ended up taking a .

You know, being a spa owner here changes your view. Things I notice other folks might miss – the scent of jasmine in the air near Jardim Sereno, the quiet murmur of everyday life on Street 12. Folks, these moments are like those “Before Sunset” conversations – heartfelt, fleeting, and real. Sometimes I get all choked up thinkin’ about how every face has a story.

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