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It’s a candy bar with rice flakes, very texturized.

He always gets two girls and he always has this candy bar. And the secret is — the girls shove the candy bar in his ass.” Limas pauses, smirking. ” Years after these adolescent fumblings, Pelife would graduate to celebrating his bachelor party at Centaurus.

ocated a mile from the city’s storied Maracana stadium, and surrounded by cracked and empty streets ridden with sloppy trash, stinking sewage and the bombed-out-looking shell of at least one four-door sedan, Vila Mimosa, staunchly defiant — for 100 years, its been shuffled, evicted and walled-up — hides in plain sight.

Tales From the Millennials’ Sexual Revolution In Brazil, prostitution is technically legal.

The official governing body here is staffed by former sex workers who now own the properties.

In turn, they’re widely assumed to be operating under the blessing of the local chapter of the “militia,” Brazil’s widespread, much-feared network of corrupt current and former police officers.

It’s the kind of murky legal situation that leads to the occasional violent police crackdown.

“And I’m solely focused on amplifying their voices. Aline’s base is locals, and they’re off watching the games.

“And then he has to eat the Chokito, to satisfy him 100 percent.” The staff nicknamed this man hen, last fall, the fumbling libertine Justin Bieber tried to sneak out of Centaurus undetected by paparazzi — covered, in a bit of droll surreality, head-to-toe in a white sheet clearly marked Centaurus— it was a moment of international recognition for the sex house. (I found him through Foursquare — yes, he’d checked in at a brothel). He brought with him a the preferred term for a sex session — named Najara, who he had employed in his other house, 65. Williams was in love with her, and when he took her to Centaurus, he didn’t make her work the room anymore: he made her a kind of a female pimp. In part thanks to the reputation of its owners, and in part thanks to its impressive location — on a welcomingly leafy street, minutes from the beach and steps away from the shops and restaurants of the well-off, world-famous Ipanema neighborhood — it almost instantly became a legend.

But in Rio, the locals — the — have long been familiar with the place. “You’re born,” he says, “hearing about this place.” Centaurus and Rio’s other high-end brothels, like Monte Carlo, Solarium and 4×4, are known as – which means they’re ostensibly spas. This system was conceived by the pioneering top , Aeroporto, which used to be located near Santos Dumont, the smaller of Rio’s two airports, where breathtaking views of the city’s peaked coastline are offered upon takeoff and landing. The reputation of its girls was unsurpassed: Centaurus charged you the most, and it offered, in return, the most beautiful , prostitute-friendly bars and streets, low rent “fast fodas,” or “fast fuck,” houses, and the resilient, rough-hewn red light district of Vila Mimosa.

According to the former bartender, Limas, in his time at the venue, police payoffs were regular, and information on raids was always relayed ahead of time.

Says Blanchette, “our informants are clear about one thing: if you want to run a in Rio, you have to have police partners.” ­­­­­­­­­­­ Vila, the red light district, is equally unperturbed by police, but for much different reasons.

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