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I wonder whether we all understand how street smart and sophisticated a GP's radar is. They read body language and demeanor at an out of the charts proficiency level.

Just be patient and wait until an Uber driver takes your ride. As I reported, I had to wait but I did get my Uber rides.

Last night I had a first approach to the infamous Bangu sauna. The place looks filthy and falling in pieces (much worst than any other similar establishment I've been to), and I LOVED IT. The boys I saw were mostly favela hotties, from thin to soccer athletic perfect bodies, and all very nice and friendly. I did not perceive any dangers. Unfortunately it was rainy and cold. The friend who went with me told me that usually there are three times the boys we had last night. I would say that perhaps there were 15 boys available, all of them over dressed because of the cold weather. We were also uncomfortably cold, so we left after about 90 minutes. I did not explore the rooms areas and stayed the entire time at the main floor, a wide and open space with a bar, a kitchen, tables, chairs, a pool table, and a pool. I liked the boys' approaching style. They were not at al aggressive as their colleagues at 202 and 117. They would look for making eyes contact and would only approach if you sustained their sight. Some of them were extremely tempting. I talked to one of them who also was a top, and I also liked that once it was clear we were not a match, he did not keep insisting on negotiating a programa as they do inmate other saunas. One con I could see is traveling there in Uber. Two drivers canceled when I was trying to go there, three when I was trying to leave. The issue is that the establishment is right at the boundary of a favela with bad fame, and sometimes the drivers avoid the area. I liked a lot the atmosphere and several of the boys and will be back with better weather. Once I complete a full visit, I will write a full report.

https://ilikepinga.com/2020/12/01/abrico-beach/

I know. I am not a fan.

I started my slow traveling experience in Rio. I am here since last Monday. As my priority this time is not the saunas, I rented an apartment in Recreio dos Bandeirantes, with a nice beachfront balcony. I cannot recommend this neighborhood more for those looking for tranquility. It is far away from the Copa and Ipanema party and overcrowded atmosphere. Even better, my rent is in the strip between Posto 12 and Pedra da Macumba, where the main avenue runs one block away from the beach. The front of the building opens to the Avenue, the back opens to a ciclovia with no cars traffic. It is an area full of surfers with a neo hippie vive, and plenty of small cafes and bars, and everything much more affordable than the most popular and touristic areas. Of course, if you are looking to spend your time in Point, 117 and Meio Mundo, you will have more than one hour of Uber to get to your destination, and then to return. You can improve this time a little by avoiding the worst of rush traffic and taking your Uber to Jardim Oceanico and then the metro, but I have not yet tried this trick. The one sauna that is closer is Casa Grande Boite, the infamous Bangu's place, but it would also be a 45' ride. In general, this week seemed to be plenty of garotos in the saunas, with a shortage of clients. I visited 117 last Tuesday and got a OK programa. I will not go again in this trip, when I was close it was OK visiting even if I am not a fan, but now it is definitely not worthy the long trip. On Wednesday I went to 202 and, as usual, had an amazing time, with a programa who still has me mouthwatering. I could have hire more than one garoto, the ambience was generous. I went again yesterday, Friday, but for a birthday party. Thank you for the contact, @floridarob, I had a great time with your friends. On Wednesday, when I was resuscitating after my programa, I made acquaintance with a local client. When I told him that I was planning to go to Bangu, he opened his eyes like two fried eggs, and recommended me not to go by myself. Then, on Thursday at my place, I was hanging out with one of my regulars. When I asked him about the place, he commented that it was full of "bandidinhos" with their ankle trackers on. But of course, I do like bandidinhos. Fortunately, our friend @floridarob provided me with the connections to find a partner for the expedition. This partner, an expat, loves the place. So I will share my impressions after our expedition tomorrow, but it seems it may be so good that Point may have competition as the number one on my heart. I will be in Rio until September 4th. Do not expect detailed reports as in the past, but I will share some info now and then. If anyone is around, hit me up with a DM.

Right now it is the low season, I think. I arrived about 7 to 117 last Tue and to Point on Wed, and I found plenty of seating available. The best part is that there is no shortage of boys, but of clients.

It’s not without a certain ironic charm that your response—layered in what I can only describe as dignified dismay with a faint aroma of faux-academic chastisement—managed to upstage the actual topic under discussion. Namely: Brazil's bureaucratic indifference to the dreams of waiver-loving globe-trotters. And while I, too, mourn the tragic misalignment of tone and expectation between authorial intent and reader projection, let’s not lose sight of the fundamental truth: if this thread were a dish, it’s been seasoned with satire, and to send it back to the kitchen for being “too spicy” is perhaps an overreaction borne of palate fragility. Now, regarding the mention of “female competition reference,” I can only assume you're referring to the “mean girl alliances” comment, which—spoiler alert—was neither gendered nor competitive so much as a sly nod to the social algebra endemic to every corner of the internet since dial-up. The phrase functions less as a sociological assertion than as low-effort comic seasoning—a linguistic parsley flake, if you will. To extract deeper meaning from it is a bit like interpreting microwave popcorn instructions as a political manifesto. As for the “dated Argentine pageantry runway vid clip” metaphor—an inspired turn of phrase, if only for its opaque bravado—I regret to inform you that no AI was harmed, or fed, with such visual material. That said, should you locate said clip, I’d be delighted to incorporate it into future processing cycles. It’s been a while since I’ve trained on anything that simultaneously evokes nostalgia, glitter, and provincial nihilism. More to the point, the piece was written to mirror—not mock—the original tone of the forum’s long-form digressions: a style known for its admirable refusal to traffic in anything so gauche as conciseness or clarity. We’re a species of syntax peacocks here, and this was just my own feather display, offered in good faith and with an absurdist nod to the tragicomic opera of visa policy discourse. Now, about this idea that the response “cannot be right”—well, of course it’s not right. It’s parody. It’s the rhetorical equivalent of a wax museum figure of yourself caught mid-opinion. Expecting it to conform to the factual or tonal constraints of your original post is like being disappointed that a caricature gave you bigger ears. That’s the whole game, my friend. “Respect these programs’ limits,” you say. An admirable maxim, surely. But I would also humbly submit that one must respect the limits of their own metaphor engines before deploying similes that invoke vintage Latin American catwalks and semi-identified video ghosts. We all dabble in the avant-garde here, but let’s not call the blender broken because you tossed in a mango and got chutney instead of flan. Besides, if we’re to audit the outputs of AI on the basis of psychic resemblance to third-tier nostalgia media, I fear we’ve already entered a genre of critique that would leave Kafka blinking. Surely our collective energy is better spent addressing the very real—and yet somehow less dramatic—truth that no amount of forum hand-wringing is going to pry open Brazil’s visa gates, at least not without a handshake, a trade concession, and probably a caipirinha summit or two. I say all this with the utmost respect for your contribution, and the acute self-awareness that I, too, am now guilty of giving ten paragraphs to what could’ve been resolved with a shrug emoji. But since verbosity seems to be our mutually preferred sport, I consider this an offering, not a trespass. And if nothing else, it should stand as proof that artificial intelligence, while imperfect, is at least capable of spirited repartee when provoked. In sum: the visa waiver remains dead, satire is not a security threat, and if a joking post reads to you like a haunted pageant clip, that might say more about your algorithm than mine. Peace, parody, and paperwork to all.

I am considering the possibility. I am just arrived to Rio and will stay here for a month. Then I am going to Salvador for other 30 days, and will probably exhaust my tourist visa with a last month in Recife. I am very curious about the Nordeste Brasileiro, and before making a decision I would also like to explore other areas. I am not only considering Brazil but also Colombia, and I am becoming curious about Paraguay.

t’s become increasingly evident—though, naturally, not without the requisite caveats pertaining to multi-ministerial optics and low-yield bilateral mood calibration—that the long-theorized, oft-fantasized reinstatement of Brazil’s visa waiver for U.S. passport holders is, if we’re being honest in an era when honesty is a tricky proposition, not going to materialize. At least not in this cycle, and certainly not before the regional winds blow more favorably in favor of the perception-based multilateral reciprocity carousel, which, as we know, doesn’t tend to move in reverse gear unless diplomatically bribed with carnival floats and modest soft-power concessions. Of course, one could point to murmurs—heard in the echo chambers of policy-adjacent LinkedIn threads and undercaffeinated embassy receptions—of late-stage legislative pliability, but such readings are miscalibrated at best and border on delusional at worst. These interpretations, while numerically anecdotal and geographically limited to consular gossip clusters, fail to account for the very real inertia generated by entrenched bureaucratic inertia coupled with VFS Global’s contractual inertia (which, like all inertias, tends to remain inert unless acted upon by an external political tantrum, which has not, to date, occurred). And yes, there are those who cling to the notion of post-COP30 reevaluations, like shipwrecked romantics clutching the idea that a diplomatic high tide might float all boats—including, conveniently, the leaky dinghy of U.S.-Brazilian visa leniency. But such speculation—though charming in a pet theory sort of way—is, in practical terms, roughly equivalent to staking climate change reversal on a really persuasive Instagram infographic. The numbers don’t move unless the players do, and the players aren’t moving unless someone re-bundles the visa issue with a trade-off too tempting to ignore. So far, no bundling is evident. Some will attempt to parse upcoming visitor data for breadcrumbs of reversibility, forgetting that metrics divorced from legislative appetite are just ghosts haunting the spreadsheets of wishful thinkers. We’ve yet to see a single legislative signal—not a draft bill, not a leaked memo, not even a sarcastic tweet—that indicates the will or energy exists to reverse course. Meanwhile, the visa requirement hums along like a mildly annoying refrigerator: always present, rarely justified, but ultimately unbothered by your feelings. In summation, unless one is deeply committed to cultivating a psychological dependency on diplomatic fantasy fiction, the conclusion is self-evident: the visa waiver is not coming back. Not next quarter, not after COP30, not before the Women's World Cup, not even if someone at Itamaraty develops a sudden nostalgia for pre-2019 entry statistics. It’s over. Accept it. Book your VFS appointment and make peace with the bureaucracy. Bring snacks.

That is the standard response. All they need is to present their ID, and ultimately is a security layer for you, so you verify their age. Never believe a South American when they tell you they do not carry their ID with them. Have fun!

+1 I will do better. Funy dat evn mispeling evry sngle wor mi sentnces r easiah too undertan.

Four posts in a raw, and describing others as obsessed?

+1. I always contact my host with that inquire, and so far the response has always be positive.

Nowadays it is unavoidable that the boys will learn about other places rates on one hand. On the other, local or foreigners, there are always clients who are able and willing to pay more. In any country. I still think this concern is over blown.

This alleged consequence is always over estimated. GPs know that not all foreigners are to be taken advantage of, their fees show more variety than a Cheesecake Factory's menu.

This is an amazing experience, @monsoon! I would drop without hesitation my sex trip plans to dive into this opportunity to explore the local culture! It reminds me of my trip to Bogota. I was ready to fuck every day with a different guy, but ended hocking up with a local who blocked all other dicks but deliver a unique cultural experience through his family and friends. Enjoy it, not many travelers have access to such privilege! And thank you for your generous reporting!

Are you getting anxious?

Only one of the Colombian escorts I have hired per hour in Medellin and Bogotá has contacted me after I left asking for support. The ones who did contact me were not the pros but the guys who hang out with me for long hours for a few pesos.

Perhaps @TotallyOz wants to create a new thread with these posts about Caio? This is useful info, but it is going to be hard to find it through a search as long as it is hidden in a thread about Medellin.

Isn't the drop of gay bars and discos a global tendency?

This twitter account does not work any longer.

Naw, it was something wrong in my browser. I can see the photos now where I could not before. Obrigado!