I once spent the night with a hooker from Rio. I was trying to buy coke and everybody knows that these girls are a conduit to this underworld. We had a taxi take us way out to Vila Isabel, and there we found her friend with one eye and his little finger missing, in a tiny shack of a bar.
I found out only after we left that the guy flipped a coin to decide whether he was going to shoot me and steal my money, or sell me the gear and buy me a drink. Obviously it was the latter.
Later that night in a seedy motel my girl confessed that actually she had her period and couldn’t fuck anyway, but she had liked the look of me and enjoyed my company. As the sun came up she began to cry, told me she loved me and begged me to liberate her from her hellish life.
She then told me that she was stealing my mobile phone as a memento of our night, and left without saying goodbye.