The baddest bitches I ever seen in a brothel. PERIODT.
Well, the fat cat finally got on a plane and made the 10 ½ hour trip to Sao Paulo to check out the infamous Scandallo lounge in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
I took the earliest flight I could Thursday to get down to Sao Paulo by Thursday evening as I heard multiple times Scandallo’s best days were between Tuesday to Thursday. I found this narrative was very true. As I returned on Friday night it wasn’t as good as Thursday.
Scandallo Lounge is east of the city about 11 minutes from my Avenida Paulista hotel. When the Uber pulled up to Scandallo around 10:35PM ($R20.92 or $3.81USD Uber ride), I saw some hot bitches leaving with some customers, who apparently paid their exit free to take them back to their hotel. Personally, I need to test the pussy first before I take them to my hotel.
After I was patted down, I went into the hotel style reception desk. The place was immaculate like the damn Four Seasons hotel. There were 5 receptionists seated around a large hotel style receptionist desk. Here, you registered and checked in. They took my passport and gave me a Scandallo card. They told me it was $R500($91.14USD) but it includes my food and drinks. As I was about to pay right there, she stopped me and said “no, you can pay on your way out” to settle your bill. Of that $R500 (91.14 USD), $R200 ($36.46 USD is your cover). The $R300 ($55 USD) is your available balance you can spend in the NoBu looking restaurant which includes a full course menu and drinks. The restaurant included prime steak, burgers, pasta, sushi and a great wine list.
If you don’t spend the entire $R500, tough luck, that’s the minimum. So eat up and drink up. If you went over the $R500, you just paid the difference.
In addition to the restaurant, there were 3 bars throughout the club. There was a mini bar surrounded with stools (with whores occupying the stools) that was located as soon as you took the elevator up to the main club entrance. The entrance to the restaurant was nestled between the dance club entrance and the stool bar where hookers gazed at you hoping you would take them upstairs.
There was the main bar in the club area where most of the whores were. The third bar outside was in the outdoor lounge area (they also had classic arcade games there) where more whores would congregate and mingle with the johns.
When it comes to the talent, the women here might be the hottest women I have ever seen at a brothel. They had more variety than Hong Kong GC (they are all Mexican), more women than La Isla in Medellin (100 women compared to maybe 50) and a more body types than most of the main FKKs in Germany and Switzerland. In those FKKs, they only have the slender type. In Scandallo, they had fake asses, fake tits, fake lips, black girls, white girls, brown girls, THEY HAD IT ALL IT ALL. They white Brazilian types were definitely the majority while the Black Brazilian types was the smallest minority group. The Brown Brazilians (the ones that you could tell were latin upon sight) were the more prevalent than the Black Brazilians. There were 2 dark skin black women, one with a very athletic bodystyle with big wild hair. She was gorgeous and the way she would dance really turned me on. Then there was this other black girl who was more subtle and classic in a way. Then there was this 3rd black chick that might have been mixed that reminded me of ESPN’s Malika Andrews.
I struggled to figure out which one I wanted first as I walked around gazing at these beautiful women. I decided to eat in the restaurant, grab a bite and take a break from the constant crotch grabbing by the multiple 8, 9s and some 10s begging to fuck. Ha. Even in the restaurant, they are giving you “googly” eyes. The restaurant in Scandallo was gorgeous. Like I stated, a NOBU style vibe, dimly lit, lush vegetation on the wall, with a full bar and the Thunder-Pacers Finals game on multiple TVs. As I sat down at the table, the Scandallo staff waved over one of the few waiters that spoke English. He provided me with a menu that had everything from steak to sushi to cheeseburger sliders and wings. If you wanted to keep it healthy and have a salad, you could. Some of the whores were in there as well. Some eating and some “googling” at you like you just going to leave your meal to go fuck them. Nah, bitch! I sat near the table near the entrance and there was a pitcher of water near the front of the bar where the girls would go by to get a drink of water in SOLO cups. Girl after girl kept walking by me in the restaurant to either get some water or look for potential Johns in the restaurant. Some would talk to you, of course in their native Portuguese, which I don’t know much of. Some girls knew some Spanish to match my limited Spanish but only maybe 2 out of the 100 girls knew English. But they knew how to use that Google Translate.
After I filled my belly with an 8 oz filet, grilled asparagus and some french fries, it was time to get down to business. I walked out of the restaurant and gaze dat all the girls on the high top bar stool mini bar as they gawked at me hoping I would pick them. I went to the right and entered the main club area where they had a live band playing some American classics from the 1980s. In this club room, there were so many women here. On the right side, where the VIP booths were, there were whores. On the left side where the raised bar was, 8s and 9s were scoping the room looking for their mark. In the middle, tables filled the dance floor where whores would congregate with each other and the Johns. They lined the back wall too by the bathroom.
Here I saw this beach blonde bimbo with the fakest, duck lips and the hardest tits. I typically don’t like it that fake, but her white ball gown dress was immaculate as it was open in the front and her heels and feet was sexy. We talked for a bit and she quoted me at $R2000 ($366USD). However, I only had $R1200($219) as I couldn’t exchange my money fast enough in Atlanta. Fortunately enough, I was able to talk her down to the $R1100, but I wasn’t feeling her vibe.
My intuition was right and I put her on pause while I scavenge for other options. I’ll get back to that later.
There were so many options, so many different body types. I think that what gave me most pause. Unlike Hong Kong in Tijuana, I didn’t have the luxury of trying a bitch for a measly $120-$150 and take her back to connected hotel in Cascadas. If the pussy or the bitch was wack, I just go back downstairs in the club and select another bitch for a bill 50. No additional room fees or extra long process.
The selection process at Scandallo was time consuming and meditated commitment in my eyes. Once you agree to a number with the chick. You go to the elevator and go downstairs where the entrance was. Then next to the elevator there was this staircase that led to the attached hotel”. Once you got to the top, there was another reception desk, usually with two receptionists and a security guard. Here, you would pay $R300 or $R350 (if you want a suite, $54 & $64, respectively) for a room. Then you would receive a room card and head upstairs to the room. I have no clue how many rooms and floors this attached hotel/rooms had, but it kind of remind me of La Isla where the rooms/hotel were attached to the club. Just like hotel Coahulia and Cascadas, there were “cum boys” in the hallways, but they were more eloquently dressed in suits just like the waiters and the security throughout the club. One thing I noticed was that every room had one of those cubicles that you see at the doctor’s office bathrooms when they collect a urine sample (If anyone knows what they call please help me out). I ask my first girl I was with, “What was that for?” and she told me in Portuguese via Google Translate, it was used to put plates of food or drinks in when you were banging out your whore. I found this interesting since the hotel/rooms didn’t offer overnight stays. I’m not going to be in the room long enough to eat, I’m going to drop this load and be out.
Now onto the services, my first girl was that dark skin Afro-Brazilian beauty with the big hair. I thought she was just so gorgeous with beautiful skin complexion, gorgeous face and a natural fit gym body. I loved her white dress as it had a massive slit in it and her heels was so sexy. I literally wanted to pull it to the side and go to work. She started off high at$R1500($275USD), $R2000 (367 USD). But I got her down to $R1100 ($201). She provided a lot of kissing, LFK, DFK on our way to the room. When we got to the room, we showered together and as soon as she rinsed the soap suds off, she put me deep down her throat. Tongue out like a dog in heat. After multiple positions from front, back, reverse CG, I filled the condom with her in missionary position. The sex was as hot as dragon girl tattoo I always mention from HK.
My next two encounters wasn’t that great. I tried to get the curly hair black girl that look like ESPN’s Malka Andrews. By this time of the night, I had no more Reals and my card wasn’t going through on the whore card reader. You read that right. The receptionists had 2 card readers. One for the rooms and the other that would send the money to the girl’s cards. My card went through for the room but the other reader wouldn’t take my money for the whore.
I was so disappointed. I wanted to fuck the hell out of Malika Andrews.
And I knew it was going to be good to because this bitch was kissing all over me in the elevator, so I know that pussy was going to be bomb. So sad. Maybe next time.
The last chick I got (well kind of) was the bleach blonde, fake tits chick with a split evening gown. She was most people’s type, but as you can tell by my earlier selections, I was craving black queens. Well, ta hell with Dr. Umar, I liked this girl’s big fake duck lips and fake hard ass tits. She too, I talked down to $R1100. When we got to to the counter and he started asking for her money right off the start, it was a slight red flag. And it only got worse from there. When I got to the room, the bitch was on the phone trying to order drinks and food. She spoke some English so I told her she could have one drink. After she sipped her one drink, we took a shower and she gave me some LFK and she laid me on the bed to suck my balls and lick my shaft. Then the bitch was talking about extra money. In that moment, I was done with that ho. I hated an upsell and she had already pissed me off with the trying to run up my tab.
I went back on Friday night and Scandallo wasn’t as good as it was on Thursday night. The reason I got from the waiters was that most of Scandallo’s men were married so therefore they closed an hour earlier. It made no sense. So these wives’ have no issue with their husbands coming in at 4am on the weekend, but at 5 am it’s an issue. TF out of here.
Overall, Scandallo Sao Paulo was amazing. The women were the most gorgeous women I ever seen in a brothel. And they provide great service while HK hoez are starting to scale back. BBBJ is standard, but I’m not sure about CIM like in Europe. But from my encounters (and other brothels I went to in Brazil) I bet a lot of things are on the table. But Scandallo is pricey and it’s 11 hours away from most places in the United States. Airfare ranges from $1000 USD on the cheap side up to $2000 USD main cabin. You have to get regular accommodation because Scandallo doesn’t have overnight options. And a lot of the girls range from $180 to 365 dollars an hour. Plus each time you go up, you’re charge $60 USD for the room. Not to mention the $90 USD minimum for cover + drinks and food in which they expect you to go over (and tip).
With the price tag, I still think it’s worth any mongerer to check out. I’m glad I checked it off my checklist. An incredible experience.
