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Orwell might agree that pejorative words employed by acting out narcissists posing as amateurish diagnosticians aiming to impress, terms such as “neuro-divergent”, when read by somebody having completed a one-year clinical rotation in the Autism Spectrum domain, albeit with much eye-rolling at the temerity of such a feeble burn attempt, would prompt the educated reader to stand by the ideology that some are indeed more equal than others. I cannot recall the many other examples that put me to snoozing but there a few terms I fail to grasp, so my only complaint is the call to endure the annoying grandiosity of another sex tourist. One doesn’t need a glossary to comprehend the grandstanding centrality of an insufferable troll. There is hope for Aspergers et al. In contrast, Tourettes-grade incessant dogged entry of mindnumbingly boring quips as if This American Life for some exists exclusively here since 1984? Sad, but palliative. Narcissism? Not much potential for changing spots on that farm animal. Just another Orwellian paradox. Shit out; shit out. I realize this is all veering towards the Sandbox. This is what absurd censoring of the OP came to.

Love that, Blk Supe. You do you. Never followed JS’s broadcasts. Non-American, too busy working, earning, and additionally pro bono mentoring of developing world context medical science research projects to further grease the wheels of opportunity (I’m not beyond self-serving), hit the renewal mark for faculty status, and give a little back viz my own unmerited privilege, etc. Perhaps Springer might also have added something like: there are always judge-y prissies out there whose panties you don’t need to go near to get into a knot. If not, I’m happy to declare it. Never a lack of pissant-leaning bossy-pants attempting to pull your autonomy out from under you. Although I think it’s episodic, a few snooty 🍎 🍏, and so far doesn’t seem to have poisoned the wellspring of the Thai branch. Thus far, nobody there has declared the need for sex tourism because non-transactional partners can but fall hopelessly head over heels obsessively in love with them. Who needs that pill of a poster? No fellow punters I’ve laid eyes on in my travel environments would come remotely close to that claim. AFAIK 5 AM Club joiners just crap at different times and surround themselves with reciprocal ass-kissers, all good for diurnal equalization of sewage flow. How some clowns desperately reach for flimsy substantiation that buttresses their sad grandiosity is beyond the pale. Sheesh. LOL. Good thing you can see a one 10 kilometres away, expending a bit of energy for content in context, if you’ve read the forum for a while. Reminds one of the always essential chapter within the “difficult patient” syllabus.

Some attempt to live vicariously thru this option, others find it too painful to know. FullSizeRender.MOV

Right, “rotate through boyfriends”. Not a sex tourist. A weak link requiring attention. Your squeezes self-sufficient financially. So why are you writing in a thread thematically related to punting? Blathering on about your superiority relative to a fellow countryman that simply engages in consensual activity and embellishes accounts for effect. My points stand. Go tell your narrative on a mountain. Trap door for pomposity, here goes. Enjoy it down there with the other nauseatingly self-aggrandizing tool, the fake news sociopath off his trolley purporting to have once made an in-person impression about my physicality and bearing; you’ll find him in the bin marked “barista posing as a physician, lawyer, biological terrorism consultant all wrapped up in one neat package + other strange phonies on a gay message board angling for status”. You’ll notice all fraternity shit stinks the same down there. Let others live in peace. You are seen. Leave it at that.

I’m out, almost right after my irate and amused post. I don’t read drivel. The OP can take it from here.

Did you get all that @BlkSuperman? You too can take on a discardable steady every season and put on airs of communal superiority. But then my narcolepsy risks relapse and you’re too self-possessed to suffer fools. Perhaps a diversion would feed those egos dripping down a schnoz stuck here or there where it doesn’t belong, maybe something like a Special Achievement in Sex Tourism nod? Once in a while a stream of text comes along that has you rolling on the floor. Here’s where cultural awareness is useful: recognizing a steaming load of hooey squeezed out of the tight anuses of delusional consumers of paid sex that would cast themselves as philanthropic 😂 WTAF? Are they paying the locals in LRD, Brazil, what have you, through a personal secretary mediating offshore accounts? Why write shyte here then? Take the commentary to UNICEF. Kryst on a Kross. Illegitimi non carborundum. Maybe they’ll grow as weary of their holier-than-thou posturing as I am observing it. Thank the good lord there’s enough fun to be experienced to eclipse these time-wasting clowns.

I have it on fair authority, perhaps worth-a-gander authority, that Top Man in São Paulo is a location for trade, perhaps “semi-formally”. I was skeptical when another punter mentioned it to me last winter as a source of paid fun, but he did seem to be a seasoned visitor and not channeling the annoyingly ex-pat narcissistic claims of expertise we sometimes see. However, a few weeks ago a Vila Mariana spa massajista I have met both at the spa location, where Tantrica has a very broad meaning AND my intractable trap spasm was skilfully released, as well as my lodgings, mentioned it in passing. He spontaneously asked me if I ever attended Lagoa or Top Man (he mentioned them in the same breath; I was not inquiring), places he has attended to supplement his commercial sex work income. What was unclear was whether he resident-massaged ‘with benefits’ at Top Man, but I took from his mention of Lagoa that he works the floor at both. Hence, a possible nod to Top Man as being in the running for mutual affiliation with the handful of Brazilian venues referenced here. (He seemed not familiar with 555.) With any luck, absent the blaring of Brazilian Idol karaoke rejects. Good grief, 130 P Taques is hard on the ear canals. I had considered a visit to Top Man, not too far east at an Augusta cross street, but I got busy hosting ‘sure thing’ guys from my expanding Rolodex. My vision seems better at my accommodations than at Lagoa. Perhaps it was a dry patch in the wet area, poor random seasonal timing, or it’s not my optometrist requiring renewed qualification. I post about Top Man without staking any claim to its legitimacy, and without first-hand exposure, but a few others may be interested in trying it out at some point. Happy hunting, where there’s never enough ground but no dearth of tiresome peanut-gallery commentary about post details / style from frenetically attentive yet painfully boring media stalkers. I may circle back prior to my next trip to see if there is any useful intel that has been added. My sense is that anything worthwhile would be coming from readers that don’t post too regularly. Where are you guys?😉

The proposed commercial sex work abolitionist legislation has been in limbo for months, with many other unrelated laws requiring attention ahead in the queue. Local elections are underway. The next general election is no more than 6 months off and I think that the prostitution law will not progress prior to that timeline, if at all, going forward. Still a lot of squabbling among factions about penalizing, regulating as an alternative to punitive measures, educating sex consumers, a specific focus on trafficking including immigration for such, etc, etc. Premises used to facilitate sex trade, even ‘non-exploitatively’, remains in the draft legislation as illegal. As I opined earlier, a place such as Thermas would simply need to be less explicit about its agenda. In fact, I think that Grupo Pases has always been vague about it. The agenda seems more word-of-mouth or a few bitter queens discovering it and asking for an entrance refund. Additionally, perhaps the party events give it more of a front as a club venue, not exclusively a baths/brothel. Ad sites as potential candidates for censorship seems more ambiguous. Legal age and vulnerability of women seem to be the big ticket items that the abolitionists target.

Yes, a few, judging by the 1.57 reactions per post.

Good to know. Everybody cares about bingo halls. I understand that old ladies from Florida get very upset when Bingo! is openly expressed over the mic with a stack of cards barely stamped. Hope nobody got in your way. Now you get a break. Try Clue.

Have you ever considered taking a day off? Maybe revamping your material? Pulling the needle off the broken record? You make it seem like you’re in a sweatshop cranking out cheap laughs. Never mind. There’s a trap door for rude. Obrigado moderators.

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Yes, noted that option. And with a Bacio di Latte (full location with seating) also right there across from the Italia Bldg, makes for a decent tasty Republica outing. (Not that I would have ice cream following a CdoP dessert.)

I finally got to lunch at A Casa do Porco several weeks ago, on your list and some top 50 global lists as well. Already a line at 11:30 and I think I got the last available table after standing outside for 45 minutes. Inexpensive considering its status. Spot! has a good pork ribs dish but the aforementioned is a must. No way I could have put away the tasting menu; I saw a few others plowing through it. I had a signature roast pork with the small sides and a delicious light dessert. My Mastercard was refused; their machine the issue. Fortunately, my never used backup Visa worked. I always carry cash as well because vendors tend to look at you like it’s your problem not their temperamental card readers.

You’re better at this than Bingo. Maybe the Asian exit signage helped.

They have some balls.

However, I’m with @vinapu regarding the 3 in 1 coffee date: FullSizeRender.MOV

When a guy is too impatient to wait for the plane to land and disembark according to operational practice, to meet his hot date … FullSizeRender.MOV

Litterly hissterical.

This Yellow Line? What’s so complicated?

I know, I just prayed for and received an offer with photo of a large fallopian tube, including it’s prospective placement, that came in a Manila envelope.

That’s cute and clever. Do you have a link to this so-called autocorectal app? Or does one simply wander around with something prominent in one’s pocket?

Anybody else care to interpret?

I think it’s if you like the haircut just marry the barber and you’ll be at home swivelling on him with no booking necessary, not stuck in a shop chair where harassment is inevitable while in full view of the street where cops are chasing down local trade and exiling them because the cops don’t want competition.

3 on 1: a foursome gang bang? Now that will jar you awake!