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About Recife

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Dead Stars: David Cronenberg's "Cosmopolis" and "Maps to the Stars"

On a main highway in India's state of Madhya Pradesh, she's being sold for sex for 5, rupees. That’s $ She’s part of a hidden and illegal trade exploiting young girls. Prostitutes in India Missing: Cosmopolis.

Oh, and check this: in an alley off Avenida dos Sonhos, there’s a tiny shop where time stands still. The owner, Mr. Moraes, tells the weirdest stories ‘bout how the city’s energy feels like it’s breathing. Quirky, oh my gosh, so quirky!

Cosmopolis, or: The Absence of Feeling