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I must be old. How did I ever travel for decades prior to smartphones that began with shoebox sized devices with antennae? Amazing the skills that I along with contemporaries possessed. Everything seemed to click just fine. And I have hosted peers in Brazil and they refuse to possess a smartphone and do just fine venturing out on their own. It’s not a bullet-proof vest and the vague notion that it will inoculate you against street crime by conferring an edge is an illusion. It is actually more a type of crime magnet. I only need my phone, beyond it doubling as my indoor accommodations computer, for external Gig Econ services about one hour in total over an entire month. My age verification for free transport is my main resource. Otherwise, my phone is brought out with me only exclusively for Google Translate in garoto de programa settings. Left secure in my accommodations for all other activities out and about; about 10% of that component set aside for planned structured photo taking, later aggregated into short video montage. It does make sense to use it as a camera prn as opposed to carting around a decent true camera; the phone is more easily concealed in an ankle holster in combo with a more overt dummy decoy phone that I consistently have on my person. If held up robbery on the spot, better to produce a crap no-sim phone and a decoy billfold, acrylic not Komodo dragon skin, with dummy cards and a few hundred reais , possibly my crap worn out Swatch, possibly a worn out Ultra groceteria bag with a change of clean cheap panties, than leaving the felon angrily empty-handed.

I wouldn’t ask for a lead here on a 500 Euro guy because I wouldn’t expect a promising response. By extension, requesting a solid lead for a bargain basement discount would be akin to Jodie Foster anxiously aiming her regulation pistol aimlessly in Silence of the Lambs.

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unSAFE, where SAFE stands for Satisfactory Answer For Everyone. If nothing bad happens it was safe. If something bad happens it was evidently not safe. These impressions are made based on episodic data. I have stayed an accumulation of several months near Gloria (117) and I have consistently felt comfortable. I would estimate that less than 1% of folks ambulating out and about are tourists, so it would be slim pickings for opportunistic crime, unless the felon is Cruella-replicated and after the designer dogs that seem to be on leashes possessed by all economic strata. But I dress and act to blend in. I have pretty much only been to Copacabana of an evening for the sole purpose of attending 202. In and out via Metro. I feel a bit more on edge for the short block or two between the concentration of populated street eateries, that fades out more distal from the station going north, and the club entrance itself. Again, this would not be a part of the district where foreign tourists are out for a stroll off the beaten path. Thieves seem to correlate their playbook with where the low-hanging fruit of visitors is more abundant. All this said, practice wisdom is evidently that eventually everyone will be initiated into one mishap or another stemming from premeditated or impromptu crime.

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OMG, you made me laugh my bag off, Mademoiselle DuBois …. ”I’ve always depended on getting dicked down in Santo Domingo, but Whoa!” FullSizeRender.MOV

Anyone other than me fed up with trying to strain and read characters’ phone texts to one another in films and TV series? Why are they without the courtesy of captions? It is, after all, dialogue and at times key to the plot, though not cinematic. Now there seems to be no end to backspacing and re-writing text passages. Why would I want to watch a fictional screen within my real screen for a depiction of a character vacillating over what to communicate? What a pain in the ass. (No I don’t have a VCR.)

According to USA extraterritorial jurisdiction, technically yes. The USA bases it on an arbitrary age definition of “child”, under 18, rather than based on age of consent. However, practically speaking, it seems more oriented to acts of prostitution viz minors. In the Mardi Gras example aggressive prosecution regarding 17-year old Australians seems unlikely unless there was evidence that the adult planfully set up a visit there for the express purpose of sex with adolescents 16-17. In contrast, Canada’s reach matches it’s own criminal code and age of consent criteria, generally age 16, possibly younger depending on age difference limit, lack of authority role, etc.

I’m pretty sure it was a stock models photo though likely under copyright and was probably purchased through an agency, and was prior to his big break: Friends. In 1992 he was in a David Duchovny’s Red Shoes Diaries episode fucking a chick in an elevator. Compensating for being a fag guide coverboy? LOL And then, just like that, I think Friends launched in 1994.

I discovered the London gay brothels over 3 decades ago, listed as ‘House of Boys’ in Spartacus. Matt Leblanc was on the cover. I think 32 Nevern Court may have been a location when I visited in 1991. Not sure, but I think so because I vaguely remember walking down to subbasement entry and the length of the facility being far greater than the typical townhome width. Perhaps not called Giani at the time. There were apparently about 4 places those days, according to a 1994 article in The Infependent, but just 2 listed in Spartacus AFAIK. The hottest escort to my tastes was a Brazilian fellow on my first visit but situated on a street called Queensberry something or other; likely Queensberry Place. Both brothels had the mirror set up where the host tapped the glass and all the guys stood up. I have only been to London 3 or 4 times in the 31 years since then. In 2006 there was a hot Brazilian jiu jitsu guy at Giani, nobody else to my tastes, but the fellow was new and very tentative. On another visit a few years later I stayed a week walkable to Giani. The good news is that you don’t pay to view the inventory but every time I swung by there was nobody appealing to me and I did not trick once. Really enjoyed sightseeing though.

I think it’s account, profile, then photo icon in upper left hand corner. At least that’s how I’ve done it in the past, usually picking from my Photo library. A little confusingly, there’s also a photo icon upper right but I don’t understand how it’s function might differ, unless it’s another shortcut after one writes some other profile data such as dob. As this is instruction I did an animated teacher one but it seems to be very much trial and error as the file size allowed is minimal.

Through the tunnel for the sake of the tunnel.

The UK event hazard for a group of ten at that time on the first day of the get-together (or any day around that time) would have been 22%, that is, a 1 in 5 probability that minimally one person was actively infected. Smoothed estimate as obviously regional incidence varies. Granted, if symptomatic and with values oriented to containment, transmission may be mitigated by the usual steps. But the odds of this scenario were not particularly low.

OK, but inquiring minds want to know who was putting out.

I see what you did there. Embracing both conveys versatility. Holiday or observance day aside, It’s all very confusing. You report that you had a lifetime bottomless appetite (!!??!!) and from that I assume an inversion has occurred at least for the time being. I suspect that somewhere on Facebook University can be found a convincing assertion that exposure to both viral RNA and mRNA within the same time frame will fuck with your fucking. How you are now walking may instil fear. Thing is, were you previously, are you now … top, bottom, powerbottom, teaser, abstainer? Swimwear aside, we have to see this, and whether you take in a few extra pounds.

Glad it wasn’t brutal. May you (both) be better for now having some type of hybrid immunity. With the bikini image reference I think it might just as easily be a busy Spanksgiving down there.

Seeing as you may be detailing your Tuesday valu-paks, be assured that there’s an ironclad values pact among the tens of thousands of board members here that dictates nothing of what you share and reveal will be steered back to a single escort in such a way it could later bite you in your paradise-returning ass.

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The trio giggling hysterically at a 1920s cinema running a vampire-theme film was a hoot. The genital sex: dried blood humping?

… holes. May they continue to be our Ticket to Paradise.

But numerous times, really? Surely not if the garoto is obviously or even apparently detachedly casing the place for performative labour and not obviously already engaged with a client. There is certainly nothing special about me and what you describe has barely happened over 8 years. There is one regular of mine that runs hot & cold, both on the venue floor and in programs. He can be aloof or will pass on an on-the-spot program request at times … though typically the hookup happens if I want it to at a later time of an evening; other times an affectionate squeeze out of the blue that is not overtly a bid by him for a program, and he also varies in degree of friendly demeanour in private. In other words, a moody as fuck hunk. But a physical fantasy and makes me come hard. My bent is not typically submissive but he has that je ne sais quoi about him. I have seen him unhinged over the underside of brothel dynamics, corroborating my impression of his character. If a ‘must have’ escort-vibing fellow seems caught up with other people and indifferent to signals, I may pass him a note with my number. I will do this discreetly so he doesn’t have to feign exaggerated loyalty to the cock-blocking entourage. If they need to all go to the pissoir together like teen chicks and I cannot find him unglued for even a second to make my feeble little pass, the interest may fade anyway. The last time I intercepted a must-have to say hello (no note), recently, we went immediately to a program that had me in ecstasy. Afterwards, he seemed re-attached by the hip to his client friend. Alternatively in nothing ventured nothing gained situations like this I may send the waiter to take a drink order from them, on me, no expectations. ‘Have money’, signalled as needlessly spent, ‘will travel’ maybe to reception for a key and time with the obsession of the moment. I may have just implicitly identified two guys in common. LOL —— Same page regarding garoto erection. They may be mystified if requested to not work at it so anxiously or diligently, perhaps assuming that there is something accusatory, challenging, in the message, as if the expectation is that he is incapable rather than that I am flexible about the choreography. This is an artefact of requirements to endure over-personalized client tantrums regarding provider penile tumescence. That said, less than robust erections are rare. As far as the turn-on potential of a dick in resting state, the allure of the guy as a whole reflects a developmentally mature template on your part.

Well, they have their work cut out for them.

Enjoyable though modest in collection size, and not a big time commitment. Nice little café. Not in a cluster of other sites, so a separate kind of activity, but was walkable from Poblado accommodations several blocks south. View of Olaya Herrera airport space to west, from rooftop. If you guessed the courtyard scene is a flash mob rock-paper-scizzors tournament you are likely correct. FullSizeRender.MOV FullSizeRender.MOV

Some here are paying for balls to leave after thoroughly sucking them & have no interest in said balls chained to us.

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