With that said every man has the right to do what he wants. As a foreigner, you are stereotyped to want to pay for sex so I avoid hanging around dudes in that scene for the most part. So although I’ve never paid for sex, I’ve seen a bit of the prostitution industry in Brazil. When I got back, my friend was having trouble with his prostitute buddy and she left because he wasn’t going to pay her.
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I walked over to the bar and claimed my free beer. We conversed for about twenty minutes until I got thirsty. She asked me questions about where I was from and why I was in Brazil. To make a long story short, she had two children, had no education and needed the cash. The prostitute that talked to me was a young Black Brazilian woman and I realized I could use this conversation as a way to understand why she was having sex for money. I sat down with my friend and two Brazilian prostitutes came to talk to us. The place just opened so there weren’t any men inside yet. We went inside and this turned out to be a really interesting experience. The real reason I wanted to check out this last brothel was because it was a special night: you got a free beer. I went with the same friend and he owed me money so I told him if he paid for me again it would be paid off. I didn’t feel welcomed because an old woman told me I couldn’t sit down unless I bought a beer.Īnd the last time I went to a Brazilian brothel was in Guarulhos, a city right outside Sao Paulo.
To my amazement, there were a lot of everyday men inside. My friend joked that the old prostitutes were for the Bolivian immigrants. This brothel was low rate because most of the women were old-looking or ugly as hell. While we walked up each floor, they touched and rubbed me so I would pick them. There were seven floors and each staircase had Brazilian prostitutes hanging around. I was curious and agreed to check it out as long as he paid me to get in. I was a Black American in Brazil so “I was supposed to pay for sex”. The second time, my friend in Sao Paulo wanted to show me a downtown brothel. As soon as I walked in, I turned right back around. My Brazilian friend took me without me knowing. The first time was in the Rocinha favela in Rio de Janeiro.