"ANGELS OF THE SUN"
Luzia, come!
Remember her, Mr. Tadeu? Luzia.
All grown-up!
- And her hair? - Lice. All the kids.
- She looks sick. - She was down with...
you know...
Malaria?
Sorry, Mr. Jose. I can't take sick girls.
What about that one? Maria!
Go, go!
Doesn't look like, but she's already twelve. She's quiet...
an obedient daughter.
Deal, Mr. Jose.
Go pack your things.
Go on.
Now!
- Why do I have to go, mom? - Your father says so.
Let me stay.
Mr. Tadeu will give you a good job, a home...
a better life.
God willing, you'll find your sister there.
Next summer, Mr. Jose, your baby girl, then?
Come on, kid. It's a long trip.
Mr. Tadeu, how's my daughter Raquel?
She's fine.
In Brasilia, I heard.
I'll be sending your money soon. Come on, kid.
Come on.
Come on, kid!
Hurry up!
Hey, Mr. Tadeu.
- Cuttie, eh, Mr. Tadeu? - Go, Tonho. Drive this rusty beater!
Drive.
Get off.
- Why are you taking so long? - Just a sec.
Move, move. Tonho!
Come on, get in, kid, go!
- Get in, hurry! - Get in!
- Move, move! - Go on, Ines!
Hurry up, kid, I ain't got all day!
Go! Hurry!
Hurry, hurry!
Mr. Tadeu's here.
About time. Save it for later.
- How are you, Mr. Tadeu? - Mrs. Nazare...
First class goods.
Why are you crying?
Don't be afraid.
I'm here to help you. All of you.
That's why Mr. Tadeu brought you here.
Now you're gonna take a good bath and rest.
Tonight you'll get new dresses, and some gentlemen will come over...
to adopt you.
They'll be your new "daddies", and will give you a better life.
- Estela? - Yes, ma'am?
- See to the girls. - Follow me, my angels.
Up the stairs, come on.
Great girls...
except the one with the cocky look!
She's 13, and pure.
Pure? With that look?
She's sure gotten laid, and liked it!
Same old deal except half for her.
Take it, or take her back.
- The others can stay. - But madam!
Tonho! Tonho...
Okay, whatever you say, ma'am.
Quiet, gentlemen! Like I said...
excellent commodities this time. I'll start with the most expensive one.
A pure flower in this garden of evil.
A gem.
Her teary eyes hide her many qualities.
Bids start at $ 2,000 for the Crying Princess.
- $ 2,000. - $ 2,100!
- $ 2,100. Looking for more. - $ 2,300...
- $ 2,300. Looking for more. - $ 2,400.
$ 2,400, $ 2,400...
- $ 5,000! - $ 5,000! Did I hear $ 5,000?!
I'll wait in the car with your money.
Take her, Juarez, take her. Go on, go on!
Now, that the Congressman is happy, it's my turn.
I need a girl for my son who's turned 15.
I want a nice kid.
A clean one.
I can't stop the auction, but I'll give you dibs...
for old time's sake.
Let's get it on.
Next we have a real Northeastern beauty.
Pretty, slender...
and pure as dawn.
A delight for every night. I'm looking for $ 1,500.
$ 2,500!
Two?
For $ 3,500, my dear landowner takes two!
All right, Nazare. Done.
- Chico! - Here. Evening.
Let's take them to the old house by the river.
Then I'll bring Edgar over to celebrate his birthday.
Give them a few drinks.
It might cure those long faces.
- Will do, boss. - Go on, kid, go.
This hole is better than where I came from.
Pouting won't do ya any good.
It's useless now. Look...
you're gonna have to do it.
Don't know what I mean?
He'll sleep with ya.
You're lucky, you know? He's the master's son...
not a bastard like him.
Secrets, huh? Bottoms up. The boss comes right away.
C'mon, girl. Bottoms up.
C'mon.
You dig your booze, huh, baby?
I'm not for you, geezer!
Not today maybe.
Nor tomorrow. But in a month or so, the boss gets fed up...
and you'll see what the geezer got comin' for ya.
Come on in, Edgar. Chico...
Your birthday gift.
Aren't they pretty? The one in yellow is yours.
Take her inside. Knock yourself out.
You got all the right today.
Go on, sonny.
Girl...
look...
take good care of my boy in there. Go on.
Go, I said!
Hurry. Go on.
Daddy said you're mine!
No! No! No!
What's going on here?
Show her you're the boss. Hit her!
Go ahead.
What the fuck, Edgar?
Are you a fag? Go on!
Are you my son? I'll show you how it's done.
Come here. Lie down.
Edgar!
Let's go.
Chico!
- Chico! Chico!! - Yeah, boss?
That one's yours for the night. Early morning...
put both bitches on the plane to the mines.
Tell Joao to leave them at Saraiva's club.
I'll pay him a visit one of these days.
- Yes, sir. - C'mon, you!
Wakey, wakey!
Welcome to Socorro.
SOCORRO POLICE STATION
WE BUY GOLD
This is your new home. Welcome to the Red House.
- I got 22 down. 22! - I say, 461!
- Same shit every month! - 461!
- 22 and shut your face! - Get pissed all you like...
'cause I got laid 461 times, not you!
- And I write real good! - Sure, but you can't count!
- Son of a bitch! - Listen to me, dammit!
Stop cursing!
Save that to your clients, hear me? Dammit!
Is it a bad time, Saraiva?
Not at all, Joao. Come on in.
Just settling some matters.
You know, every month at payday...
I have to hear this bitch complain.
Being the only one who can read and write...
she says I don't pay her enough.
- Enough, my ass! - Fuck off!
What you got there? They're cute!
From Mr. Lourenco's farm.
It seems they didn't fit in.
- They didn't, did they? - He's sent them to stay here.
He's coming for a visit soon...
...and to settle accounts. - And our supplies?
Being unloaded. The diesel for the generator will come by boat.
Nothing is missing from you order, I guess.
Quite the contrary! Got more than I bargained for.
Pleasure, girls. I'm Saraiva.
Call me "Mr. Saraiva". Your new benefactor.
Owner of the club and the warehouse. And you are?
The one in yellow is Ines. In red, Maria.
The other way round!
The other way round, man. So you're Ines.
Naughty, huh? And you're Maria.
Maria, look at me. C'mon. Look at me.
Do it, fuck!
She's sad, poor thing!
Listen up...
I don't care what went on...
at Lourenco's farm. You begin a new life today!
You'll each have a room. And more:
I'll feed you, clothe you, give you medicines, er...
- Perfumes. ...perfumes!
And all you need to do is sleep with my clients.
Easy, uh? And I'll jot it all down in my little book.
- Can either of you read? - No.
Great!
Literate whores are bad for business.
Kelli!
Prepare the girls a bath. Do 'em up real nice...
'cause tonight the Red House will rock!
Just one more thing:
Don't get any ideas, say, like trying to run away.
No one's ever escaped. We're in the jungle.
If you wander out, wild beasts...
snakes, gators, panthers, will eat you up.
A single soul ran away, but I chased her...
and killed 'er.
I did.
There. Go to your rooms.
Go.
- A drink? - Sure.
This way, girls.
- What's wrong with her? - Malaria. C'mon!
- Gimme your sandals. - Why?
All the girls walk barefoot here. C'mon.
Over there's the bathroom.
We all share that, so use it only when necessary.
Your rooms. Keep 'em clean.
Lunch and dinner in the front room. No breakfast.
We're all asleep, anyway. Drinking's only allowed in service.
And I tell you what. Beware:
Guys here are bastards. Just fight and get wasted.
Bars keep patrons from coming in or going out without paying.
That's it.
I'll go fetch your clothes.
Closed doors with clients only!
Hello, hello... Hello! Hello!
Good people of Socorro!
Yes, we got new faces at the Red House.
Line starts at 8 pm! Fresh meat, the same ol' deal:
3 grams of gold. No hagglin'. 3 grams of gold! Later!
Maria!
Your new clothes, Maria.
Hot pants, colorful tops, cool outfits...
charged to your account. Here. Take it.
And this is a free gift from me. It's on me.
I won't charge you. Take it.
Good stuff. Open it. Smell it. C'mon.
Nice, huh?
Lie down.
Maria...
You'll sleep with a man with German porcelain teeth.
Lie down.
Daddy here gets to be the first one around here.
Go on, lie down.
Do it, dammit!
- Sweet, eh, Ze? - Wow.
Nothing like young kids, huh? Got your money's worth.
Bye! You're up.
You get what ya pay for.
- Don't! - It's me, quiet.
- What? - I'm running away. Wanna come?
But how? Where to?
Anywhere but here, Maria. I ain't sticking around.
This jungle's full of creatures.
Would you rather stay?
I'm all bruised...
and sore...
and dirty!
So am I, Maria.
But forget that now.
I can't take it anymore.
I gotta go. Crawlin', if I have to.
What about the geezer? Saraiva?
It's all quiet.
They've passed out drunk.
How are we gonna leave?
We're locked up, Ines...
behind bars!
I'll find a way.
Are you in or not?
Why are you so sneaky?
The bathroom is that way.
You're escaping, right?
- It's dangerous. - So is staying here.
Okay. I'll show you a way out.
Listen...
See the clothesline?
Grab a couple of those shirts to keep bugs off.
Follow the river banks...
and stop for nothing 'cause Saraiva will track you down.
- Come with us! - I wish I could...
but it's a long walk. I'm 3 months pregnant.
Go!
Here. Go!
Move! Move!
Hurry up, dammit!
Move, move!
Tie the dogs up. We'll camp out here tonight.
- Givin' up, boss? - We'll get those bitches tomorrow.
Think there's big animals out here?
The fire will keep them away.
You think so?
Yeah, I do.
I'm so sore...
Me, too.
How come they like doin' it, when it hurts so bad?
It could be good.
Doing it with someone you like is good.
You never had a boyfriend?
Not even for play?
I had one. For real.
He had wife and kid.
He was an old man, really old, I mean...
thirty-ish. He slept with me, and was gone.
My stepdad found out, said he'd tell my mom...
unless I slept with him, too.
I had to, right?
Then, whenever mom left home...
that fucker would come after me. Then one day...
she caught the asshole with me.
Know what she did?
Kicked me out!
Me, right? Hey, not her man, uh?
My mom...
- What about 'er? - It's a gift from her.
It's nice.
If we escape, you wanna go back?
Yeah.
- Wanna come with? - Gee. Maybe.
I have no idea where to go.
They got a 6 to 8-hour head start.
They'll have to stop soon.
Let's go.
Maria, look! Come on!
Anybody home?
Anybody home?!
You can stay here tonight. You're safe.
After sunrise, I'll take you to a road nearby.
One-hour walk we're there. You're gonna be fine.
No!!
Come on out!
C'mon, hurry!
You know why you're here, right?
These brats tried to run away.
Against my best advice, they ran away.
I told you no one escapes from here!
But there's worse:
They had help.
One of you helped them.
And I'm gonna find out who it was, oh, yeah.
I'm gonna find out.
Who was it? Huh? Who helped you?
Who helped you, dammit?!
And you, fuckin' whore?
Speak up! Who helped you?
Speak!
Ballsy! Good.
Not a single word.
You deserve a prize, not punishment.
But you're to stay shut in your room...
for a month without a cent...
servicing clients!
But you...
you deserve a prize.
Curio!
Get my jeep ready, I'm going for a ride!
Kelli, take 'em out, the runaways, too.
But first...
play that song I dig, so I...
Get up, kid. You can come out.
Mr. Saraiva said so.
Come eat with us.
Cheer up, you're not grounded anymore.
It's over.
Let's?
I dig dancin', but he had two left feet...
and couldn't get it right.
He stomped my feet left and right.
He's ready to fuck, and you kept dancin'?
Shut up!
You okay?
Thanks for not ratting me out to Saraiva.
- What's the big secret? - Bite me.
You learned your lesson? You and your late girl friend...
almost got us in trouble with Daddy-O.
- Shut up, Sheila. - Come shut me up.
I speak all I want, okay?
I dig it here. I really do.
Better than elsewhere.
But if your friend doesn't, too bad...
'cause she can't escape.
Not everyone likes this shitty joint!
Well, I do.
What kind of job would I get, Celeste?
Housemaid? God forbid.
Some say it's sinful. Sinful is starving to death.
I meet people and earn my own money here.
- What money? I ain't ever seen any! - Me neither.
Nice to meet ya. Fatima.
I hate my poor white trash name.
- What can I do? - Better poor than sick.
- Sheila! - Well, isn't it?
I never got sick.
Well, just this once... with the clap.
- No biggie. - How come you like this place?
It ain't so bad, kid. I like it.
I like it here just like Sheila does. We can dance and stuff.
- You mean, "and fuck," Lurdes? - Very funny.
I'm looking for a husband, that's what.
Many girls find husbands at brothels.
I trust St. Anthony to find my man.
Gee, she's like a broken record.
I'm looking indeed For a husband just for me
You naughty.
My princesses, have I got a surprise for you!
- A surprise? - Yeah!
And you, brat?
Learned your lesson? Was a month enough?
Now you know better than trying to escape.
Right?
Huh?
Good.
Listen, let your hair grow longer.
You'll look prettier.
Kelli, she's ready to work the lounge.
The surprise, Daddy-O?
Maria Eugenia, It's a quick trip.
A month at the most I'll be back.
And what will I do?
- Miss me, as I'll miss you. - I will, Luiz Henrique.
- I will. - Promise?
With all my heart.
I promise I'll call you every day.
Hearing your voice will be like...
Hello, hello.
Hello, nice people of Socorro!
The Red House new acquisition is...
a TV set!
From now on my girls will watch soaps...
with heartthrobs and stars.
But after 8 pm, it's working hours.
Time "to go to bed."
But I saved the best for last, gentlemen:
During the upcoming World Cup...
come watch the soccer matches at the Red House!
Saraiva suspects I helped you guys out...
though he's not sure.
Only a fool wouldn't be suspicious of me...
after seeing how I disrespect him openly.
You know why I get away with it?
He thinks I'm pregnant with his child.
What a sucker! My child has no father.
Saw that goon he placed at the door?
Juliao. Has more than 100 deaths to his name.
He stinks so bad I bet he goes to the bathroom on the spot.
Let's get a room, doll.
Please, Luiz Henrique, forgive my weakness.
You were gone for too long!
Too long? I'm gone for a month...
and you sack the first guy you see?
You slut! You whore!
- No, Luiz Henrique, no. - He doesn't know any whores.
Not even!
Enough! Get to work.
- Just a bit more. - No way.
With the Cup, we'll have lots of expenses.
Let's make money! Dear Mother of God!
There must be five brats in there.
Saraiva...
I should shoot your dirty face.
Celeste, you cow! I'd give you new shoes, but you got hooves.
- You pig! - Listen up!
- What? Try me, brat. - C'mon, Maria.
This piece of shit ain't worth it.
You deserve a beating.
Remember your girl friend's fate?
Maria...
this is the Health Agent. He prescribes vaccines, medicines.
He needs to talk to you. Come and sit.
Beats me how these girls survive.
That mother-to-be looks so helpless.
Relax. I'll be her midwife.
Well, happy, doc?
You know I'm no doctor, just a Health Agent.
We need to have a serious talk.
Leave.
- Go ahead. - That sick girl?
- Dorinha? - She's not down with Malaria.
Great.
So she's faking it?
No. I suspect it's way more serious:
AIDS.
Excuse me.
Listen, doc...
this AIDS thing hasn't gotten here yet.
This "thing" is everywhere.
Without a cure. Deaths are on the rise in mines.
You said you "suspect it." It means nothing.
I've seen it.
She has all the symptoms. I bet it's AIDS.
Right. Say I buy it. Now what?
I need to run blood tests on all the girls.
The right thing to do...
is tell them they must wear condoms to have intercourse.
You nuts, nigger?
How many condoms would I need to buy?
Think these men here...
will screw with rubbers on their dicks, dammit?
- I just wanna help. - Absolutely not.
I'm really shocked at these kids' condition...
...of utmost abandonment. - Hold it right there!
I come from Sampa...
a serious town, and this is a proper boardin' house.
- Wasn't it a club? - At night. Daytime, boarding house.
I rent out rooms to homeless girls...
but what they do in them is their own business.
I see.
Look, many don't agree...
but I'm their benefactor.
They're lucky they met me.
You know where and how they lived before? What they ate?
You're convinced you're helping them?
Look, doc, I don't like to boast...
but I see myself as a businessman.
Yeah, a businessman.
Like a circus owner, a TV network or theater owner.
Well, I'm a hotel and club owner.
For general entertainment.
That's me.
Hey, I didn't create the world.
I found it like this.
- I get it. - Good.
There's something else...
mind your own business. Keep enforcing health...
'cause the sheriff enforces the law...
and approves the Red House.
Go honor your shitty federal wages.
Fine. I'll get back to examining the girls.
Do that. Then get out of my face.
Saraiva, you motherfucker! Come out! Where's Dorinha?
Saraiva!
Hey, Saraiva!!
What the fuck?! Can't I brush my teeth now?
- Where's Dorinha? - What about 'er?
- What did you do with 'er? - Goddammit!
You're such a pain, Celeste. The doctor's taken her!
- What doctor? - The health bro!
She went to the Capital for proper treatment.
- I don't buy it! - Me neither!
You two got some nerve, uh?
Did he really take her, Saraiva?
Do I look like a liar? Of course he did!
I'm concerned with your well-being.
I take care of you. She was sick, okay?
And I helped.
Look all I gave you. Look, you bitch!
Individual rooms? Check. New outfits, perfumes? Check.
A TV? Check. That's all I do:
Check, check, check!
I've given you the best. The best!
Now leave me alone.
We'll never know what this fucker did to Dorinha.
Remember, y'all. There's soccer today.
It's the opening of another Soccer World Cup.
Come cheer at the Red House. Brazil!
Hey! Aren't guests welcome here?
Mr. Lourenco! What a nice surprise! Come on in.
- How are you, Saraiva? - I'm fine.
- And you, Joao? - I'm good.
- A drink? - Later.
You're here for our Cup festivities?
No. I'm off to Brasilia to solve some problems with our folks.
Thought I'd come inspect our business.
And...
have a few days of fun, as well.
You won't regret. From today on...
...it's soccer and sex 24l7. - How are the ladies going?
Working happily, as usual. Look.
How about those two I sent you last summer?
Haven't you heard?
They fucked up the very first day, trying to run away.
Really?
- And did they? - Hell no!
- I chased them back, you know me! - Good.
- Yeah, but one died. - Yeah?
Yeah.
Died how?
I saw right away she meant trouble.
She was a bit edgy. I had to teach her a lesson...
but she was so weak...
"Malnourished," that's the word. And... er...
A shame.
- It's a pity. - Oh, well, it's life!
But the other one's quite lucrative. Your share's safe.
And where is she?
Right there.
Here.
Hey, Maria. Look who's here. Your benefactor, Mr. Lourenco.
Get up.
Get up, dammit!
Fucking bitch. And her hair!
It won't grow. Remember her?
How could I forget? She's taken my son's virginity.
Saraiva, we're almost family.
- You bitch! - Never mind.
Let me handle it.
- Are the rooms still that way? - Sure. Right that way.
Wait here. I'll be right out for a drink.
Please, take your time, Mr. Lourenco. Take your time.
Was it good?
- At this young age, it always is. - We get off!
Yeah, but that bitch's become a headache.
Quiet upon arrival...
she's now rude, unruly.
I think I'll sell her and some others to Tonhao's mine club...
and bring new ones to promote business.
- Good call. - Listen, Saraiva...
leave her with me these next few days.
I'll teach her manners.
You know I'm good at it.
Celeste, I'm running away.
Again?
- Will you help me? - C'mon, Maria...
you know what'll happen if Saraiva catches you?
Please, help me!
Even if I do, Maria, it'll be harder.
Saraiva's alert and keeps the keys in his pocket.
And that Juliao sleeps at the door now.
I know I can escape. And it's tonight!
Can I borrow it?
Sure.
Are you gonna go home?
I don't think I'll ever go back.
Hang out here a little longer, then.
Grab that bag under my bed.
If Saraiva catches you this time...
you're dead for sure.
Here. The number of a lady I knew in Rio de Janeiro.
A place I should never have left. Her name's Vera.
Is she a hooker, too?
Used to be. Now who knows.
At least it's someone, right?
If you ever get there, she'll help you out.
Can you read, Maria?
I only read numbers.
That's good enough.
If it's a baby girl...
I'll call her Maria.
Let's hear the Brazilian National Anthem!
The peaceful banks of the Ipiranga
Heard the resound cry of an heroic people
And the dazzling rays of the sun of Liberty
Bathed our country in their brilliant light
If with strong arm we have succeeded
In winning a pledge of equality
In they bosom, O Liberty
Our hearts will defy death itself!
O adored Fatherland, cherished and revered, all hail, all hail!
Beloved fatherland, Brazil
There's no backing up now! It's the hour of truth!
Brazil Vs. Turkey!
The start of a new journey!
A battle of spunk and hope!
A battle for an unprecedented title!
The ref's ready. Go, Brazil!
Go for a 5th title!
The '98 final is history.
Let's win this!
And It's kick-off!
Ronaldo kicks, Roberto Carlos runs alongside...
She got an 8-hour head start, boss.
That bitch walked all night, but I'll get 'er.
You haven't seen her?
- No, sir. - Tonight nobody sleeps.
She's headed for the road. C'mon! Hurry!
What the? Wanna kill yourself?!
Please, give me a ride!
Now what, boss?
She drowned.
We'll say she drowned, hear me?
Let's go, folks. Life goes on.
There's a public phone over there.
Use this card. Good luck, kiddo.
Zuleide? Tell Casturina I'm late...
but I'll be there for lunch. Yeah. Bye.
- Hello? - Hello?
Hello? Who did you call?
Mrs. Vera.
You've come a long way, baby!
Why the hell Celeste moved to that ditch?
She'd say, "I'll be paid in gold!"
She was sure to get fucked...
leaving Paradise for Hell.
Your mama!
Stupid cuckold! Asshole!
Long time no shower, uh?
Have you got any ID?
Of course not.
No problem. Leave that to me.
We'll go home now...
and get you an ID tomorrow.
Unbelievable! You still here?!
C'mon, girls, I need money. Hurry!
I've got bills due!
Tania, Sandra, this is Maria, your new roommate.
Sandrinha, business was weak yesterday, wasn't it?
Yeah.
Listen, girl, I'm onto you, okay?
Don't fuck with me, or I'll fuck you double, hear me?
Go! Go!
Listen, hon.
First, go wash off that stench...
then rest.
Your haircut sucks, huh?
But it'll grow.
We'll get you set tomorrow.
Welcome to the Wonderful City!
So many are born and dead, huh?
Look at all these people we never knew.
You're too young.
In Rio, people are on the look out.
15 would be okay, but you're 12, dammit!
1983. She'd be...
18 now! Great!
Get used to your new name: Isabella.
- What are we gonna do? - Not a thing!
Just memorize your new name and I'll handle the rest.
A notary friend of mine is real quick.
You will get your new ID and name today...
Is it right doing that?
Not really, but it's not wrong either.
Now let's get you a nice snapshot...
for your ID. Then go home, sweetie.
It'll be quite a night, hon!
Cheer up, princess. Come look.
You're set, Maria. No! "Isabella!"
Listen up.
Maria's dead. You're now Isabella Ferreira dos Santos.
Here.
Try these sandals.
Come here. Look what I've got.
This cute little number.
Look how nice.
You're so pretty! Now the blue top.
Blue suits you.
Beautiful! And there's more...
A wig to make you look older.
Too young won't do.
Copacabana, kiddo, the best!
A pretty chick like you gonna score big time.
It's gonna rain gringoes in your bed! Bye, competition.
I'm introducing you to a French guy...
who's into young chicks. Fresh meat, you know?
And a friend is gonna post your photo on the Internet.
- Internet? - Yeah. Computer, kid.
Computer. With your sexy nude photos...
on the Internet...
gringoes will pick you from their home countries.
With a godmother like me, you're set!
Listen, the French and my buddy are over there.
I'll be right back. Wait here.
Hi, Verinha!
How much is it? What? You work for free?
What? Didn't you like my truck?
- Where are you goin'? - Anywhere.
You're lucky. I'm going that way, too.
But what do I get for the ride?
What was your name again?
Isabella.
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DESCRIBED IN ARTICLES PUBLISHED...
BY THE BRAZILIAN PRESS...
AND BY NON-GOVERNMENTAL ORGANIZATIONS.
A REPORT PUBLISHED IN JANUARY 2005...
BY THE BRAZILIAN HUMAN RIGHTS SPECIAL AGENCY...
HAS DENOUNCED THE SEXUAL EXPLOITATION...
OF CHILDREN AND TEENAGERS IN 937 BRAZILIAN DISTRICTS.
IT IS ESTIMATED THAT 100, 000 CHILDREN AND TEENAGERS...
ARE CURRENTLY BEING SEXUALLY EXPLOITED IN BRAZIL.