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<br/>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff80">The life of a male supermodel. <br/>
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What could be more glamorous? <br/>
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Every top supermodel had a story to tell, especially <i>Luciano Mireles. </i></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He was barely 22, and one foot closer to stepping out of the closet as a gay man on one of the rarest days in weather history. São Paulo, Brazil's typical bright blue sky and sunshine had vanished and the sky was filled with ominous gray clouds. Luca, an artistic design major in his sophomore year at the <i>Universidade de São Paulo </i>was in a mood as gloomy as the rain pelting the window outside his 8 AM <i>Intro to Art History </i>class. Even though it was an early class, Luca loved history and it was usually interesting enough to keep his attention. This morning, Luca's cell phone continuously vibrated with angry messages from his girlfriend, Adriana, who gave him an ultimatum.<br/>
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<i>Go all the way, or the relationship was over.</i><br/>
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The night before, the couple were making out in her dorm room, and once again Luca had a limp dick. Every time she was turned on, he wasn't and it had been this way for the past eight months that they'd been going out. Apparently she had hot blood and Luca turned her on, but the feeling wasn't mutual for whatever reason so Adriana made an ultimatum. He'd been ignoring the repetitive buzz of his iPhone for the past hour, and when Professor Aguirre gave the class an early release after a pop quiz, a very distressed Luca was the first to bolt out of the classroom. Busily checking the text messages, Luca almost slammed into a woman and a man descending the stairs. The flow of traffic was heading towards the Atrium, a peaceful courtyard where the students could purchase appetizing meals that were as close to home cooked as they could get living in the dormitory.<br/>
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<b><i>"Desculpe com licença!"</i> </b>Luca replied to the pair as he excused himself. Apparently his mother taught him some manners.<br/>
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It just so happened that the woman and man duo were headhunters for Elite Model Management, and it wasn't the young man's polite manners they were remarking about as they studied his lithe frame, dark curls and startlingly blue eyes vanish into the Atrium, vainly as he called Adriana to tell her the truth and break things off with her once and for all.<br/>
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<i>"Jovem , espere!"</i> Catarina Pereira, call after him before Luca was lost in the sea of bodies. Especially since she and her partner Eduardo Sayas, had spent so much time combing the local area all the way from Rio de Janeiro to look for a fresh new face for Elite's mother agency in New York City for a month now.<br/>
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"Só precisamos de um momento de seu tempo , o que é o seu nome?" Eduardo asked.<br/>
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<b><i>"Meu nome ? </i>Luciano Mireles. <i>Por que?"</i></b> he asked, looking to the pair as a business card was handed to him.<br/>
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"<i>Você já pensou sobre a modelagem? Você tem um olhar fresco , e seus olhos são tão azuis ... nós gostaríamos de tirar algumas fotos de você, se você não se importaria ? "</i>asked Catarina.<br/>
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<i><b>"Não, eu não tinha. Custa esse dinheiro, porque não tenho dinheiro." </b></i>Luca asked, turning the business card Eduardo handed him over in his hand as he read it, shrugging his shoulders. Luca figured it couldn't hurt to take a few photographs,<i><b>"Claro, por que não?"</b></i><br/>
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"Luciano. Pensamos que você definitivamente tem um futuro brilhante como o próximo rosto da Elite Modeling na nossa agência mãe em Nova York. Você estaria interessado?" Catarina and Eduardo asked him almost simultaneously.<br/>
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<i><b>"Você deve estar brincando comigo? Seriamente eu adoraria a oportunidade! "</b></i> Luca replied with an incredulous look on his face, and suddenly the drama on his cell phone no longer seemed to matter.<br/>
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Those were Luca's exact words, and the next thing he knew he was swept away on an international flight and living large in the <i>Big Apple. Life</i> wasn't perfect but it was exciting! New York City had a vibrancy that his home town didn't have and there was so much fun to discover. Even though Luca had to go on multiple go-sees and casting calls to get the top editorial modeling jobs the end result was that he earned many photoshoots, and got to work. Elite Agency had him living in a model apartment in TriBeCa that cost $3000 a month rent, and he shared it with six other male models. They were from all around the world, speaking Portugeuse, Spanish, Dutch and Swedish, but were crammed into their tiny abode like sardines. Luca found running in Central Park a better way to get fresh air and some much needed space. It was also a way to ground his psyche in a very stressful fashion world.<br/>
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At the end of a five mile run, Luca was panting, red-faced as he pressed two fingers to measure his heart rate. To the millions of people milling around the New York Metropolitan area, Luciano Mireles was just another face among millions. Just a normal guy.<br/>
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But to the man that approached him, he was Luca ..top male supermodel, and a fantasy. At least the Brazilian was pleasantly surprised that someone recognized him from the GQ cover. Luca, his nickname was still learning to speak English. He was so very happy to see that the stranger didn't mind talking to him.<br/>
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Luca removed his earbuds in order to hear properly. <b>"</b><i><b>Olá.</b></i><b> Coffee?" </b>he asked, with a look of confusion on his face. <br/>
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Lack of understanding the English the man was speaking didn't seem to deter Luca from having a conversation. He took the initiative to remove the armband he used to hold his cell phone and hook up his music for his runs, from his upper arm in order to use the translator on his iPhone. <br/>
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<b>"My name Luca. What your name?</b>" Luca asked, taken aback at the man's boldness to ask him out for coffee or lunch.<br/>
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Luca found the man charming, but he really needed to shower. <b>"I so sweaty," </b>he laughed nervously. <b>"Shower fi..rrst?"</b> he read out loud from the translator with a thick Brazilian accent.<br/>
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