Every year from February 21, the crazy days of the famous carnival in Rio de Janeiro - the most fun and magnificent holiday in the world - flash by with enchanting splendor. Those who like to have a carefree time and relax come from all over the world. In vast Brazil, there is about one groom for every nine brides. So male guests are always welcome there.
But they rush to this Latin American country not only to dance to the fiery rhythms. And marriage is not even included in the plans of the vast majority of them. By the way, the holiday in Brazil, although not on such a scale, lasts essentially all year round. It’s just that Brazilians (and especially Brazilian women) consider it a way of life. And not only in Rio alone, but also in other cities. In addition, the mixture of European, African and Indian blood, beliefs and traditions has influenced the fact that the taboo has long been removed from sex there, and it has turned into one of the popular national pleasures, taking a place somewhere between national dish of beans with stew seasoned with "feijoada" and samba. The country is considered the largest "oasis of love" on the globe.
The greatest bluff of our century?
Okay, but what about the “plague of the 20th century” that we are constantly told about? All of us, of course, are not eternal, but this is just another reason not to deny yourself the joys of a fleeting life. None of my relatives or friends (or their acquaintances) have yet died of AIDS. And you? The ancient Romans always asked the question: "Who benefits from this?" At first, when AIDS first announced itself, one leading French expert in the field of epidemiology, on the pages of a reputable periodical, convincingly and scientifically proved that, in addition to careless drug addicts, the main carriers of AIDS are representatives of sexual minorities. Then in many countries the “gays” began to be spontaneously beaten and their dens destroyed. But, unfortunately, they are much better organized than the majority, heterogeneous in their interests, and have powerful secret patrons. A colossal campaign was launched in the press, on television, and in cinema, the meaning of which boiled down to the fact that it was incorrect to offend the mentioned representatives for the spread of AIDS, they say, it was not they who were to blame, but sex in general. Then, due to their selfish interests, manufacturers of “personal protective equipment” and products for sex shops, including those for the computerized “virtual” fall from grace, which has not yet become widespread in our country, joined in.
What about statistics? World Organization health care, then it is like that. If your partner tests negative for HIV, then your risk of developing AIDS is one in a million if you use protection, and one in a hundred thousand if you neglect it (because nothing in this world can be absolutely reliable, including test results and proprietary "protection").
Another thing is the usual venereal dirty tricks, which in megacities and tourist centers of the world are much more popular than AIDS. Therefore, when going on long journeys, you should stock up on everything you need with you in advance, and you should only choose products from trusted companies and tested samples. Low-quality goods are often imported to foreign markets. And more information on this topic, directly related to Brazil. For some reason, only there they produce and sell (in any pharmacy) a wonderful medicine called “Ampicilia Probenecide”. It kills not only the insidious germs transmitted during the heat of the night, but also any possible harmful bacteria, or prevents infection by them. For preventive purposes, one powder mixed in a glass of water is enough for at least a week.
Preliminary thoughts on the topic
Brazil is the largest country South America. The largest river in the world, the Amazon, flows through it. On the Atlantic coast there are almost 8,000 km of picturesque beaches framed by high mountains and lush exotic vegetation. But the main treasure of the country is rightfully considered to be its cheerful, hospitable, kind-hearted and ever-smiling inhabitants (and, of course, residents) of all possible colors and shades of skin - from ivory to ebony. Residents of Rio are called cariocas (not to be confused with the Japanese custom of singing along to a soundtrack) and this concept implies a lot - a value system, character, attitude.
Brazil is one of the fairly safe countries. Of course, if you go alone in search of adventure in the areas of the city slums - "favela", dressed in the best suit... In general, my advice to you. In hot climates, people dress very democratically on vacation. The desire to stand out with chic things on the streets of the city will not add respect, but will only lead to the fact that you will be considered as a “rich Pinocchio”, from whom you can ask exorbitant prices for everything (this applies not only to girls). It is also worth avoiding areas where mainly foreign tourists accumulate, because their services (including erotic ones) are handled by a very specific audience, accustomed to selling stale goods to them, the poor, inexperienced and speechless, at exorbitant prices. As, indeed, everywhere.
One more warning. If you accidentally find yourself in one of the “blue” discos in Rio or Sao Paulo, you will probably immediately get your bearings and retreat. Much larger headache caused by transvestites preying on wealthy tourists. In addition to the dubious pleasure of discovering that the sultry beauty you brought to your room surpasses you in male virtues, you can always expect trouble from this audience. She is hysterical in nature and prone to scandals. At the same time, many carry knives and, without hesitation, can use them, which is not typical for the rest of the inhabitants of Brazil. They are usually not allowed into establishments for normal people. However, on the streets they can be found almost anywhere. When wandering around Rio, especially avoid adventures in the zone shopping center"Gallery Alaska" on Avenida Atlantica and the neighboring Copacabana district.
The most thorough and serious people prefer to resort to advertisements for escort and massage services published in most daily newspapers. However, if the name of the "gentle tanned green-eyed kitten" ends in "o" and not in "a", then rest assured, we're talking about about a healthy cat. And anyway, is it even worth buying pussy in a bag?
At the same time, sadomasochistic entertainment, so widespread in the West, is not popular in Brazil. Somewhere in Rio there are a couple of establishments of this profile for visitors, but even a local bouncer in a brothel will most likely find it difficult to say where exactly.
In principle, to make a pleasant acquaintance with a beautiful Brazilian woman, you just need to walk around the city, sit at a table in an open cafe and look around. Everything further depends on your inspiration.
In our country, in the conditions of a “wild” market and a legal vacuum, the oldest profession has acquired, perhaps, almost the ugliest, hypertrophied commercial and criminalized forms in the world. The girls from Tverskaya are obviously devoid of any romance, they are concerned only with money and, sometimes, they don’t even hide the fact that they consider their occupation as hard and disgusting work. Moreover, their standard “fee” would make five cheerful and good-natured Brazilian “putas” happy. The fact is that even the “professional women” there, some of whom simply work part-time in the evenings from time to time (which is not at all considered shameful among single saleswomen, secretaries and other small employees), are much less mercantile. They simply combine business with pleasure, with the exception of a very small proportion of “predators”.
In principle, Brazil is a very inexpensive country. And although prices in the national currency (Cruzeiro) are galloping, in dollars they remain quite stable. In Rio, a room in a five-star hotel costs $120 - 160 per day, and for $20 - 30 you can rent a quite decent room with a minibar, bathroom and air conditioning, but, however, without a sea view. (By the way, in almost any hotel in the Copacabana area, with the exception of the Miramar Palace, which belongs to an extremely conservative and boring family, you can take a guest and even lodge her for a while, provided that you register with the concierge and pay the established fee.) In At a local city restaurant, even if you place an order on a merchant's scale, you are unlikely to be able to eat and drink more than $15.
"Appearances" in Rio de Janeiro
Guided by the herd feeling, foreign newcomers who have arrived in the capital of the carnival often gather for games in a huge disco on Avenida Atlantica (not to be confused with the aforementioned bad place) with an eloquent English name"Help" It is always full of girls who come there once a week, but the number of male visitors is always two to three times greater. The trouble is that, given the market conditions, they start trading at $100, but then they are quite content with half of this amount, which is still a bit much by local standards. True, if they have fun with you, then the tariff may be significantly reduced, or you will even be given a “tax holiday”. A typical phrase for semi-professionals is: “I don’t take money for this, but I owe the owner of the apartment twenty dollars...” When entertaining local beauties, do not give them French champagne or feed them caviar, etc. By doing this you will only corrupt honest girls and spoil them kind, flexible disposition.
There are countless different bars, restaurants and cafes here. The most fashionable and expensive place is considered to be the Barella bar on Avenida Princess Isabel. This is a gathering place for the most attractive and expensive girls; strip shows and other educational things are constantly shown. The only disadvantage of this establishment, besides the prices, is that, unlike other, even much cheaper places, for some unknown reason, insidious transvestites are allowed in here.
To get to know the true Brazilian nightlife, it is better to visit one of the local gigantic dance floors. All of them are called gafierias, representing very democratic institutions where people of the most of different ages And social status. Your dance partner will be sincerely grateful if you invite her somewhere for a beer or Pepsi-Cola with a natural continuation of the acquaintance. The most famous dance hall was still considered the gafieria "Asa Branca", located at Avenida Meme de Sa, 17.
In general, you should be guided by the following: the further you are from the “hangout” places of similar visiting womanizers, the darker the skin of your random companion will be, and the fewer claims she will make regarding your wallet.
In provincial towns and on the outskirts of big cities in Brazil, in ancient colonial-style buildings with unchanged red lanterns, there are classic Latin American brothels, in which only the staff and music have changed over the last century. As a rule, they are called “Casa de...” - “House...”, followed by the name of the owner. Usually the girls are free birds, that is, they are not hired by the “madame”, but pay her for renting work space on the second floor. Their age, manners and other characteristics will not delight a true aesthete, however, the prices are very moderate - from $10 to $30 per hour (plus a dollar or two for killer swill like caipirinhas at the counter).
Much nicer, more hygienic, more fun and closer to the Russian spirit are termas, that is, in our opinion, baths, but not just baths, but multidisciplinary establishments for cultural leisure, combining all the advantages of a sauna, Turkish bath, massage room, hairdresser, bar, exemplary a showpiece brothel, and sometimes also a business center, equipped modern means electronic communication. In some of them, you are first subjected to express medical control. Nice "masseuses" undergo weekly medical examinations. Their prices, including extras, are modest, but when you factor in the entrance fee, the rental of a private "mirror" lounge, and the inevitable purchase of drinks at the bar, be prepared to shell out at least a hundred bucks.
There are many such institutions in Rio, for every taste.
One of the best is considered to be "Termas Aeroporto", located at Avenida Beira Mar, 216-C in the area of the city airport, from which shuttle flights to Sao Paulo operate. The service there is in all respects at the level of a five-star hotel at the prices given above.
At Termas Centaurus, which can be found at 44 Rua Canning, near Ipanema beach, you will find yourself in the setting of an ancient Roman bath, surrounded by 40 - 50 beautiful “slaves”.
In the Finnish bathhouse, located on the 7th floor of building 51 on rua Viveiros de Castro, after the contrasting water procedures inherent in the sauna, you will be convinced that the girlfriends around you are much superior in temperament to the phlegmatic residents of Scandinavia.
The most modest place of this kind with free entry and cheap prices is “Termas Pedagio”, located on the 3rd floor of building 370 on rua Barata Ribeiro. Some people enjoy the relaxed atmosphere of these baths. One “but” - the administration here fundamentally does not interfere with the girls’ behavior, and they are capable of some pranks. For example, if you strongly ignore them, then the last remnants of your clothes may suddenly be publicly torn off from you.
Passwords
Once upon a time, the Central Committee of the CPSU approved the text of a speech by Soviet diplomatic representatives to the public of a number of Latin American countries condemning American imperialism. He is allegedly pursuing a “big stick policy” towards developing countries. The performance was translated into “classical” Spanish by professional translators, but in Central and South America it was invariably accompanied by Homeric laughter. The common foreign policy term meant something completely different there...
Passwords translated from any Roman language are just words. And when you go to Brazil to have fun, you should teach them at least a little in the phrase book. In the Portuguese language, several dialects coexist peacefully, and flaws in grammar and pronunciation both in Brazil and in Portugal itself are not given much importance. You need to know at least a couple of dozen expressions, otherwise all your rosy plans will turn into mirages. For the overwhelming majority of Brazilians and Brazilian women do not speak not only Russian, but also English (we are not talking now about diplomats, lawyers, businessmen and similar representatives of the upper stratum of society). And the English-speaking “professional” aimed at tourists is a product of the third freshness, offered for triple the price...
"Reserve of Love"
On the border of Brazil, Argentina and Paraguay, the world's largest falls, Iguacu Falls, roar with dozens of rainbows playing simultaneously over their two hundred rushing streams. Naturally, this spectacle attracts many tourists, and where they are, there are also enterprising champions of free love. Based at the "Aqua Na Bolca club" in the very center of the city of Iguacu, they catch guests not only on the streets, but also literally "take them off" from the plateau above the waterfalls. So the entire inhabited part of the country is an “erotic oasis”. And the resort island of Sao Luis, and the largest industrial center of the country, Sao Paulo. But Rio is still beyond competition, thanks to its unique reckless spirit. It was not for nothing that the authorities moved government institutions from it to the new capital of Brazil, built in the depths of the territory, away from the influence of the city of Ostap Bender’s dreams.
The role of Brazil as a “reserve of love” is determined not so much by socio-economic reasons (as, for example, in the Philippines, where thousands of girls were left out of work after the withdrawal of US military bases), but by its demographic characteristics, coupled with the ardent temperament of the residents.
We recently broadcast a TV report about how the younger generation of a remote Spanish village, due to some circumstances, was left without brides. There were no available girls in the neighboring villages either. The peasants, who primarily needed au pairs, turned to one marriage agency for help and were literally inundated with offers from Brazil. At the post office, at times I had to turn off the fax. Applicants of all ages, incomes and social status applied. The Spaniards chose for a long time and choosily. Finally, a group of Brazilian women boldly went overseas to meet illusory happiness. And here, they say, in oil-rich Urengoy, money is not a thing, but for every nine hard-working men there is one woman...
A few days later, 53-year-old boatswain Vladimir leaves for Brazil. He has been there once a year since 2001. The ship he works on delivers goods to Latin American countries. He was in Brazil, Argentina, Chile and Ecuador...
Brazilian women cost from 5 to 50 dollars
The first thing that catches your eye in Brazil is the passion for football, dancing, beer and love relationships. Everyone plays football, especially on the beaches: from children to old people and pregnant women.
She can have a huge belly, almost the ninth month, and she will run and kick a ball,” says Vladimir.
They have been dancing and drinking beer there since kindergarten too. In eateries, people of all ages and genders drink beer. They snack on meat - it is cheap in Brazil, costing about two dollars per kilogram. They eat mostly beef or veal; pork is not popular there. The meat is served on the grill - a huge piece, from which everyone cuts off as much as they want.
Brazilians are hot people. In parks, young people can kiss for hours, even if they barely know each other. Love is a hot commodity there. The profession of a prostitute is not considered shameful. There are many brothels of various levels. As a rule, cheap hotels for sailors are just that. Vladimir visited brothels of high and low classes. There were some where an hour with a prostitute cost $50, but the women working there were truly “professionals” - beautiful and skilled. Such establishments are four-story, with good interior decoration. Others, which are simpler, are two-story, with a shared toilet and shared shower; such services there cost about $5. As Vladimir says, Brazilian prostitutes are terribly amorous. You spend three nights with her, and she will fall head over heels for you.
Prostitutes are protected by the police
All Brazilian prostitutes have children, says Vladimir, where single mothers are paid large child benefits.
In addition, such young ladies are protected by the police.
If you walk past the slums with a prostitute, no one will touch you, says Vladimir, but people rob you all the time. They will gather in a crowd, holding a machete, their eyes wild. Of course, they won’t chop you up, but they will thoroughly rob you.
Vladimir was robbed more than once in Brazil - seven digital cameras and an unlimited number of cell phones were stolen. Of course, the central streets of Rio de Janeiro are clean, it’s safe to walk there, because the police are on duty and each policeman has four pistols in his pockets. People who work in offices are dressed civilly, in suits, but you turn into the working-class district and see Brazil in all its nakedness. Brazilian men wear T-shirts, shorts and sandals, Brazilian women wear T-shirts, jeans and clogs.
Brazilian women are slender, mostly mulatto, there are few white women, but they all have folds on their stomachs because they like to drink beer, says Vladimir.
By the way, despite the fact that he did not know Portuguese, he communicated easily with the local population - in Brazil everyone, from the top to the bottom, knows English. They are open, emotional people, women gesticulate strongly when they talk. But there is no such hospitality as the Russians. Brazilians do not like to be treated; they love to be treated. There was one interesting exception, though.
Girls as a gift from the mafia
And it happened like this: our hero is sitting in some local eatery, drinking beer, then a middle-aged man with a huge gold chain and a pockmarked face sits down next to him, and behind this comrade there are two guys with “guns”. He turned out to be a famous mafioso in Rio, Rodrigos. And Vladimir heard rumors that Rio was under two groups - the Rodrigos and the Gonzalis. He talked with Rodrigos, and the local mafioso liked him so much that he “lent” him two girls from his collection for the night. Moreover, the girls were beautiful, like fashion models - legs from ear to ear, slender, with swollen lips and eyes that covered half the face.
By the way, it’s strange, but despite the fact that Brazil is very similar to Argentina (though the latter is colder and there are more white people), the inhabitants of these countries can’t stand each other.
In Brazil, everyone praises Pele, for them he is a king and a god; in Argentina, Maradona replaces him. If you say Maradona's name in Brazil, they will spit. It’s the same if you say the name Pele in Argentina, says Vladimir.
By the way, Chile compares favorably with these countries in its cleanliness. There is almost no crime there, but people have portraits of Che Guevara on all the buildings and T-shirts.
Ecuador is cleaner than Brazil. There Vladimir met with a student prostitute. The girl needed money to pay for her studies, so she worked part-time.
This is how the womanizer Vladimir wanders around the countries of South America. But once upon a time, at the dawn of his sailing career, he was brought to Australia. There he met a family of emigrants from Russia. Almost married a girl, Natasha. Her father invited him to stay and promised to help him with work. Vladimir regrets that he did not marry. Now he has everything a sailor needs - beauties from all over the world find themselves at his feet for a reasonable fee... But there is no ordinary human happiness.
But he made Ostap Bender’s dream come true - he saw Rio de Janeiro.
If the first night we slept off after a wild flight, then on the second I decided to go to some bad establishment. Brazil is famous not only for football and monkeys, but also for easily accessible women. This was facilitated by the legalization of prostitution in the country. Brothels can be found throughout Rio. In the Copacabana area, on every corner since eight o'clock in the evening there has been a group of girls for every taste and any sexual orientation: from short and fat black women to glamorous mulatto mestizo girls with the appearance of Jessica Alba and men who are either transvestites or transsexuals. With each group there was usually a mother ten years older than the rest, or a girl performing her duties.
Interested parties complained about the exorbitant prices charged by our local priestesses of love. But their prices for strip clubs are quite reasonable: I paid about $15 to enter a place aptly named Erotika. For this money, a hefty guy with a brutal face gave me a plastic card as a customer of the establishment and angrily pointed at a place where I could sit. As far as I understand, many Brazilian clubs have a rather cunning system of paying for all intra-club services using a local plastic card. As a result, you have absolutely no control and must always keep in mind the amount you have spent. This card is cashed out upon exit. To my shame (or vice versa, to my pride), I have been to establishments of this kind only once, at a friend’s bachelor party, and I didn’t quite imagine what they would do with me here. I modestly sat down closer to the stage so that it was comfortable to watch, and prepared to taste the SPECTACLE.
They explained to me that the show would start only in half an hour and I had time to look around a little. Near the entrance there was a small stage where a rather plump, topless black woman was actively dancing for a very, let’s say, unpretentious taste. On the big stage, some guy in a business suit was having fun with several rather frivolously dressed girls. About five men in shorts and T-shirts with beer bellies were looking at this disgrace. They actively encouraged the man and applauded the girls. To my left sat a retired couple hugging two black women. After some time, three guys about 18-19 years old came into the bar. One behaved like a Don Juan and looked around proudly, the other two, who clearly visited such an establishment for the first time, tried to feign confidence and giggled nervously.
Meanwhile, the show began on stage. The girls performed in teams of fives, just like in hockey. First there was a performance by five strippers on a bathhouse theme. Their sensitive areas were smeared with foam and clients had to rub these areas like Aladdin's lamps. Then the second five came on stage, dancing either samba or some other Brazilian dance. During the performance, a mulatto woman with teeth that would be the envy of another shark sat down to me and started babbling something in Portuguese. When it dawned on her that I didn’t understand a damn thing, she tried to cheer me up in broken English, but was a complete fiasco. Then she dragged me to her English-speaking friend (or colleague - they say that there can be no girlfriends in this business). Realizing that they wouldn’t let me watch a striptease properly, I sighed sadly and trudged after her.
According to local, and not only local custom, immediately after meeting a girl, she needs to take a drink. The girls were somewhat surprised when I refused to drink vodka and took the local Capirinha cocktail, the main Brazilian alcoholic drink, which they make with local Cachaça cane rum and sugar syrup. Seeing my incredible generosity, another stripper joined us - she also had to buy a drink. Subsequently, the conversation went on with an English-speaking girl, while the mulatto grimaced in every possible way, either pretending to be pregnant, or forcing me to put a ring on my left finger, leading me to sincere horror with such hints. It’s strange that she hasn’t yet depicted a stamp in her passport, although it’s quite possible that she never had a passport. The third modestly sipped the martini I bought, listening to the skill of her older friends on how to breed a bourgeois. After chatting on abstract topics, the English-speaking brunette finally got down to business, asking what hotel I was staying at. I shamelessly lied about the 5-star Windsor Excelsior, rightly reasoning that, on the one hand, this would raise my social status in this establishment, on the other? There’s no point in showing off your hotel in all sorts of semi-gangster strip bars. The girls were clearly upset, saying that Windsor hotels are scum and stagnant assholes: they don’t work with them and don’t allow outsiders in at all, so I’ll have (!!) to pay for the hotel as well. They offered to drink to this cause and to a successful night, but I had already exhausted my financial limit for this day. Having briefly said that I had run out of money and I needed to go to the hotel to get the rest, I flew up to the cashier and, having quickly paid for all the strippers’ cocktails, rushed to the exit. A stripper caught up with me at the door, demanding an exact answer whether I would return or not. After thinking a little for the sake of appearances, I said that I would probably go and get some sleep - after all, I arrived recently, but I’ll be back tomorrow anyway. Having slipped a couple of dollars to the guard, I proudly went home.
The next day I managed to wake up only at lunchtime, but I was unusually alert and didn’t even have a headache. I shared the story of last night with the guys and we went to find out from the Russian-speaking receptionist Yulia what clubs we should go to tonight. She explained to us that nightclubs in Rio are concentrated in three places: the most party and democratic dance clubs are located in the area called Lapa in the city center, the most important club is Rio Scenario, there are also several diverse places for both young people and others ages. In the Copacabana area, most of the clubs are part-time brothels. Regardless of whether it is a dance club or a striptease bar, 95% of the girls in the club are prostitutes who are looking for or have already found a night's income. In Iponema there are closed glamorous clubs with, as they explained to me, the strictest face control and entrance only for their own people.
Based on the results of a democratic vote, we unanimously decided to go to Rio Scenario. Moreover, all the Brazilians with whom we spoke recommended it to us as very a good place. But they said that it is better to get there no later than 7-8 pm. Naturally, we got there around nine, and barely managed to grab the very last free table, beating a couple of elderly Japanese in the race up the stairs... Before entering, they asked us for documents and copied our passports in case we got drunk, became rowdy, or simply didn’t pay according to the account.
Of all the clubs I've been to, Rio Scenario is perhaps the most sophisticated. The club building from the outside looks like a mansion of a Russian oligarch specifically lured by the authorities; the windows and balconies are illuminated in different colors. When you go to a club, you expect to see people in tuxedos and low-cut evening dresses, but you see ordinary Brazilians in shorts and T-shirts. Almost the entire interior of the club is antique: various utensils of that time are hung on the walls - there are walls dedicated to clocks, some have musical instruments hanging on them, one room is decorated as a library, in another room there are cars from the early 20th century, even cash desks in the club at least a hundred years old. The size of the club is very decent: three huge floors, with a dance floor on the first and second floors. On the ground floor, musicians perform live Brazilian music on stage, and the people, mostly old enough, have a blast. As far as I understand, the lower dance floor disco is the most popular disco among middle-aged and older Brazilians.
Young people who come to the club choose a huge dance floor on the second floor: mainly remixed Brazilian and Western pop music plays there. What was really upsetting about the club was that Brazilians and Brazilian women, it turns out, dance rather poorly: girls, if they are not professional dancers, completely lack any concept of plasticity, but a real Brazilian boy simply doesn’t dance, doesn’t This is a man's business. Therefore, when I saw two girls moving well, I immediately realized that they were far from local. It turned out that both of them were called Yulia and they both arrived on our flight. It was absolutely impossible to talk on the dance floor, so we went to the bar to drink a couple of capirinas. While I was ordering cocktails, it turned out that the girls were not alone and came under a solid guard of four men. One of them was called Stas, he was about my age and we immediately found him mutual language, the other three were stern Ossetian mountaineers who did not particularly communicate with anyone except each other. Moreover, two of them looked like Brazilians, the third somehow reminded me of some kind of hybrid of the fighter Emelianenko and Bruce Willis. Misha and Lena quickly went home, the girls followed them, and the men and I went to Rio at night in search of adventure.
I don’t remember where we were going, but the absolutely wild number of people dancing on the main street was very impressive. In such a crowd you feel like a gopher during the Battle of Kulikovo - it seems like something global is happening, but you can’t understand what...
Having idly wandered along the street with the people, we wandered into some club, and I don’t remember its name, or anything that happened there, only that we didn’t like it at all. Then we ended up in some hip-hop club, where everyone except us was black. At first I tensed a little, but then I waved - there’s practically nothing to take my hand from me ... In general, the impressions of this club were rather unusual: for the first time in my life, I got into the club of real “nigers”. A huge black man, covered in gold from head to toe, was shouting some slogans, and the crowd and I were shouting back, yeah!!!. I don’t know what he was calling for there, for a revolution, to kill all whites, to overthrow the government or go to war against the American imperialists, but the people finally began to look at me as a potential object of their enrichment, and I decided that it was time to retreat, especially with considering that ours have disappeared somewhere.
When I left the club, I had money left for a taxi and, at most, for entry into one club, so I decided to go to Copacabana and look for interesting places there. As I already mentioned, most of the clubs in the Copacabana area work to develop the sex tourism industry of the Brazilian economy, and I had no particular desire to pay huge sums of money for the pleasures of local Caricas; the choice of places was somewhat limited. I read somewhere in the forums that Cafe Del Mar is a completely sane place where they play good music and it looked pretty decent. When I approached the club there was no one at the cash register. After standing for about 5 minutes, I decided that perhaps at four o’clock no one came and they didn’t take money for entry... Naive, drunk me... After wandering around the club for 10 minutes, dancing for another 5 minutes, I headed to the exit - and Then guards with brutal faces and rubber batons in their hands blocked my way. I realized that it seems that a vicious system with plastic cards at the entrance is also widespread here - the men who came out in front of me handed over their cards to the cashier and paid bills. I smiled naively and incomprehensibly, asking what they wanted from me. For about 15 minutes, security guards rushed around the club looking for a person who spoke English. As a result, a brightly made-up transvestite of basketball height explained to me that I did not take the card before entering and without it they could not let me out so easily. In response, I calmly stated that exactly 35 minutes ago there was no one here, and I didn’t take anything from the bar either, and if they want, then let them raise all the cameras: I don’t have to pay for their carelessness. Their duty is to guard the bar and not let people in without a ticket, and not to catch rabbits, as in trolleybuses. In general, I gave them half the cost of the entrance ticket; I didn’t have any more money anyway.
I decided that it was better to finish clubbing for today and go home to sleep. On the way back, a rather pretty girl took me by the arm and, with a decisive look, said in English that we would now go to the hotel and merge there in one ecstasy. I reasoned that since I was going to write about prostitution anyway, I needed to at least roughly find out about the pricing policy of the local priestesses of love. The girl immediately pleased me that she would take it inexpensively: 120 dollars for the hotel and about 200 for her beloved, in the sense that she would become my favorite for the night. I almost fell on the spot, but I agreed out loud that this was no money at all for such a girl, and sadly complained about the lack of cash, to which she happily stated that I could pay with a credit card (I can imagine where I would have to swipe my credit card to make a payment). But I upsetly told her that my bank prohibits me from paying with a card in Brazilian terminals and that I risk losing all the money on the card. The girl nodded understandingly and said that the next day she would be waiting for me at the Dolce Vita club. This is a hangout not far from our hotel, in front of which there are crowds of girls eager for money for love... We called this place quite simply “At the Homosexuals” - during the day in the club building there was a pretty good restaurant, where they served delicious Brazilian food, and all the waiters except one were clearly blue. And only one waiter looked like a macho athlete. We decided that he was something of an alpha male. At night, we didn’t go to Dolce Vita or to any other place: we decided to concentrate on the cultural attractions of Rio, which I will talk about in the next part.
To be continued...
The first part of the trip.
A Russian physicist living in Brazil spoke about what kind of surprise the local priestesses of love could present in the capital of the 2016 Olympics and with whom it is better not to deal, so as not to get a razor to the throat.
There are only a few days left until the start of the Olympic Games in Rio de Janeiro. Thousands of tourists are now busy packing their bags, studying Portuguese and thoroughly analyzing guidebooks. However, you can leave the bright brochures at home: the whole truth about the capital summer games They won't tell you anyway. Alexander, a Russian physicist from Sao Paulo, told Life about how things really are in Rio, what’s worth seeing, and where it’s better not to pry.
From the first part of his fascinating story, we will find out whether it is worth getting involved with the local priestesses of love and what “indecent” and “decent” attractions should be visited in Rio.
Probably everyone is interested in asking whether there is intimate tourism in Brazil, a market for intimate services. There is, and what’s more, this very market is on a grand scale,” Alexander began his story. In any city, even a small one, there is a well-known street to which moths flock at nightfall.
In Rio, for example, this is Avenida Atlantica, the very heart of Copacabana. The choice here is great, prices are relatively low. But don’t expect anything special from this: the women are tired, with a lot of sores, in short, not much good. If you decide to visit one of these streets, then just ask the taxi driver to take you to a more or less “decent” place, he will probably know where and what.
“Don’t expect anything special from the local priestesses of love: the women are tired, with a lot of sores, in short, not much good.”
Be sure to ask the girl to show her ID (idenchidade). Firstly, this will reduce the likelihood that she will rob you, and secondly, you need to make sure that the butterfly is 18 years old. There are many minors in Brazilian prostitution, and women tend to look older than they actually are. Remember the criminal code: the punishment for sex with a minor, even if it is a butterfly, is very severe. If you refused to show the identity, then it’s better not to get involved, fortunately, the choice is great.
before “you should make sure that in front of you is a woman, and not a man in a skirt. If it so happens that you agreed on everything, came home, undressed, and “there” turned out to be not at all what you expected, then this is not exempts you from paying the agreed amount.
What you definitely shouldn’t do is try to cheat a butterfly/trans with money. In Brazil, these people are quite aggressive and can slash your neck with a straight razor, and this is no joke. So be careful, or better yet, come with your wife or girlfriend.
tiny-mce-plugin-extquote mceNonEditable">"What you definitely shouldn't do is try to cheat a butterfly/trans with money. In Brazil, these people are quite aggressive and can slash your neck with a straight razor."
Another type of prostitution in Brazil is butterflies that "fly" directly to the hotel. It is enough to tell the hotel reception that you want garota de programa (literally - “a girl with a program”). In 99% of cases, the receptionist will understand what you want. And, of course, he has a couple of phone numbers of girls he knows. This will be much more expensive than a butterfly from the street, but it will be safer and “better quality”.
red light district" in the favelas. There are a lot of girls on the streets, a lot of cheap brothels and rooms for an hour. The place is not very pleasant, quite dangerous. Without a car, on foot and alone, I would not go there.
According to some reports, about 2,000 women work in the sex industry of Vila Mimosa. Most of their clients are local residents. Girls earn up to $300 a month, and one intimate meeting with a client costs 20 bucks. Surprisingly, priestesses of love often work during the day as ordinary maids or cashiers in stores to pay their bills.Rumor has it that the girls have reduced prices for their services especially for the Olympic Games.
“There is another hot spot - Vila Mimosa. I was there. This is the “red light district” in the favelas. The place is not very pleasant, quite dangerous.”
My friends were at the La Cicciolina nightclub in Copacabana. They didn't really like it: a typical nightclub with huge prices and a lot of drug-addicted prostitutes. It is very, very expensive there, entrance is about 100 reais. By the way, one friend’s wallet was stolen there.
There are many so-called termas in Rio. This is something like a bath complex. This is not prostitution in its pure form, it’s a little different. Termash is an analogue of a bathhouse, where you can simply wash and leave, but there are a lot of beautiful bath attendants who will gladly wash a client for 100 reals (1 real = 19.5 rubles). There the payment depends on the client's imagination. You can be washed by one girl, or four or even more. You can order a private dance, a lesbian show, a massage, in short, everything that your wallet allows. At the same time, the bathhouse attendants may refuse sex.
“There are a lot of so-called termas in Rio. It’s something like a bath complex. It’s not prostitution in its purest form, it’s a little different.”
Personally, I've been to the Boate Florida thermal bath and liked it, but it's quite expensive.
Decent holiday
For those who are not ready to risk life and limb for the sake of an exotic experience in the arms of a hot Brazilian courtesan, there are a lot of interesting “decent” routes. About them below...
Don't expect an abundance of beautiful architecture or many museums in Brazil: in Rio it's Rio itself. I have already said that this is a city of contrasts; Rio has many faces. It’s probably not worth listing all the attractions of Rio here: there is a lot of information on this topic on the Internet.
Maracana", Tijuca Park with Mount Corcovado and the statue of Christ the Redeemer, if you didn’t wander around the Santa Teresa area and soak up the famous beaches of Ipanema and Copacabana, then you haven’t been to Rio! But the botanical garden and St. Sebastian’s Cathedral don’t really bother me personally impressed.
“Don’t expect an abundance of beautiful architecture or many museums from Brazil: in Rio it’s Rio itself”
tiny-mce-plugin-extquote mceNonEditable">"When you get to Paraty, you find yourself in another world, 100 years ago. There are no modern buildings here, most of the roads are made of cobblestones."
Speaking of beaches. If you are going to Paraty, there are two city beaches within the city limits. The problem is that it’s shallow there, literally knee-deep, which is a delight for children or those who can’t swim. If you want a real ocean, then I advise you to go to Trinidad beach, which is located not far from the city. You can get there by bus from the city bus station. I just want to warn you: the road to the beach is very difficult, narrow and winding, passes through the mountains, so the bus takes only 30 passengers on board. Keep this in mind when you return. That’s how I ended up: there was a line of about a hundred people waiting for the last bus. If you just want to lie on the beach and forget about everything in the world, then Angra dos Reis is at your service. A place of unforgettable beauty, in fact it is a bunch of islands scattered in the ocean. Located halfway between Rio and Paraty. The only thing is that it’s winter in Brazil now, so the ocean is quite cool, but the beaches will be half empty.
15 Mar 2018
Samson Isaac Ovitz born in the Romanian village of Rozavlya. Why the man was born a midget remained a mystery to his father and mother, because this had never happened before in the Ovitz family. However, the man managed to get settled in life and successfully combined the positions of rabbi and badkhan, the traditional Jewish toastmaster.
Samson was married twice, of his ten children seven were born midgets. Parents, caring for the future of their unusual sons and daughters, sent them to study as musicians. Before their death, the father and mother bequeathed to the children to always stay together. Who would have thought that the father's covenant would help the Lilliputian family survive even in the clutches of the “Angel of Death” himself, the monstrous doctor Joseph Mengele.
After the death of their father, the family council decided: the Ovitses should begin concert activities. Seven midgets with their miniature musical instruments performed, and their normal-sized relatives took care of organizational issues.
The Ovitz family's show became incredibly popular, and they toured until 1944, until the occupation of Hungary, which then belonged to their native Transylvania.
On May 15, 1944, an unusual musical troupe was sent to Auschwitz. Following the behest of their parents, the Ovitses stayed together. Only one of the brothers of normal height decided to take a risk and ran away.
In the end, which is typical, he was the only one of the entire family who died. Well, the remaining Ovitses attracted the personal attention of Dr. Mengele himself, a fanatic scientist!
Mengele was known for performing monstrously cruel experiments on prisoners. He especially loved to bully the twins. In his “human vivarium” there was no shortage of twins, so Mengele did not spare “consumables”.
The twins were stitched together and their special bond was explored by removing organs from one of the pair. But the “Angel of Death” has never received such experimental subjects as Ovitz!
At Auschwitz, it was Mengele who decided the fate of the prisoners entering there. The Lilliputians, who fell under the Third Reich's eugenics program to eliminate people with various deviations, were doomed, but a sadist in a white coat saved their lives.
To monitor the unusual family, which included both dwarfs and people of normal height, Joseph created a special quarter for them in the camp with somewhat better food and sanitary conditions.
Do not forget: the killer doctor valued Ovitz only as unique material for his disgusting research. Experiments were constantly carried out on the unfortunate Lilliputians. Their blood and bone marrow were taken for analysis, healthy teeth were torn out, and they were exposed to radiation.
Married women became the favorite research material for camp gynecologists. In addition, Mengele forced the Ovitses to entertain him, and for fun, the sadist called the seven Lilliputians after the names of the dwarves from Disney's Snow White.
The women of the unusual family were terribly afraid that the doctor, who was keenly interested in the progress of pregnancy in dwarfs, would begin to implement his vile idea. Fortunately, Mengele did not have time to do this.
Soon the sadist was transferred to another camp, and his subjects began to be methodically cleared out. The Ovits expected that they would be killed any day now, but Auschwitz was liberated before the Germans got their hands on the Lilliputians. So the little musicians became the only family whose members all survived in this death camp!
Later, many prisoners spoke about the Ovitses in their memoirs. Most of those who remembered the dwarfs talked about their tragic death. The prisoners couldn’t wrap their heads around the fact that defenseless Lilliputians could survive in this hell.
In addition, valuable experimental subjects were often relocated, and prisoners living nearby lost sight of the dwarfs. And the inhabitants of Auschwitz are accustomed to the fact that the disappearance of former acquaintances means their inevitable death.
The most interesting thing is that even in Auschwitz the Ovitses managed to save a dozen people. On the way to the camp, seeing that the guards treated the dwarf family better, several desperate prisoners also declared themselves members of the strange family.
The Ovitzes themselves did not reveal their secret, allowing their small clan to increase from 12 to 22 people. But in the nightmare of Auschwitz, these unfortunates would almost certainly have died!
