Originally posted on Lost Sambista:
My girlfriend was from Florianopolis in the south of Brazil, a city known for good waves and for beautiful women. She had come to Rio together with a friend, Tania. To be honest the night we met I fancied Tania’s European look, blue eyes and big pectoral assets. Larissa was quieter, less sexual, but was more receptive at the Green Party’s party and after a successful night and a short courtship we ended up living together.
Tania was a bit too sexual, every week she appeared with a new guy: waiters, tourists, surfers, rich guys, poor guys; she was very democratic. Both the girls had come to town for the same job, subscription sales for a left wing magazine. Tania didn’t last a month there and without anywhere to stay, with drug habits, with a great sexual appetite and not knowing anyone in town she ended up in the oldest profession in the world; prostitution.
After she entered the trade the friends she brought to visit us in the Favela flat became more interesting. One day she appeared with two legitimate Italian mafiosi, a pale guy wearing a heavy ring and the other one was a huge guy with a beard, resembling the Trinity duo with Bud Spencer and Terence Hill. They were cool dudes, they took us out for dinner and had a never ending supply of cocaine on them. The next week she turned up with a South African yacht man who was touring the world and who was relieved to find someone who spoke English. To my dismay he ended up confessing to me in tears that he had fallen in love with Tania, who disrespected a lot the poor fellow in Portuguese. Then there was Pierre Alain, a Swiss guy on a sexual safari through Latin America who ended up becoming her boy friend and a personal friend of mine to this very day.