Sweet invitation from a bitter destiny

Hello, I am 30 years old, from Manaus, Amazonas, Brazil. Through this letter, I want to share the way I was recruited.

I was in the center of my city after visiting a client when a man approached me. He complimented me and started a conversation. He asked about my life—my children, my work. I told him I used to sell meals but stopped, and that I also worked as a prostitute.

He asked how much I would charge. I said 150 reais for one hour. Then he said, “I have a better job for you, where you’ll earn much more.”

At first I thought it would be something to do with prostitution, but I was wrong. He said it was easy and that everything would be alright; I just had to do everything he told me to do.

He offered me $5,000 USD—about 30,000 reais—to carry drugs on a trip.

Desperate for money to restart my business, furnish my daughter’s room, and help my mother pay debts, I accepted. He took my information and told me to bring my passport the next day.

The following day, he gave me an envelope with travel documents and 300 reais. He warned me not to fail, saying my family would be at risk. I promised I wouldn’t.

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From lunchbox seller to drug mule

I’m 38 years old and a mother of four children, one of whom passed away on August 11th.

My children’s father passed away on July 25th, 2023. After he passed away, everything became very difficult for me. I used to work selling lunch boxes, but after that, I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t pay rent or pay for electricity or water. I had to move back in to live with my mother because I could no longer pay the bills.

.…but as soon as I arrived in São Paulo, I wanted to get out, but the bosses wouldn’t let me. I was forced to swallow the drugs but I felt sick and couldn’t swallow any more, so instead I was made to carry the rest in my vagina.

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