Riobard

This ought to be fun. You’re a liar, a fact distorter about your fake stalking story, and Tom and I get along and are friendly. He had long before posted his own social photos on our board and his image came up spontaneously in relation to joint Facebook contacts associated with a few of the brothel lads. He is imposingly distinctive looking. He didn’t grasp the media technicalities. But go ahead with your revisionist bull. Ask him yourself. I have receipts that reside in Messenger, and invitations for drinks in FtL. Yeah, I keep a few records in cases where my spidey sense is eventually the necessity of having to deal with bad actors. Always be prepared. You have no receipts, only the delusional assumption that because you’re a board squatter other members may be naïve enough to buy into your drivel. Ask him yourself. You keep bringing up third parties and now naming them because you’re crap at evidentiary content. So … receipts? Waiting with bated breath trying to summon a bit of oxygen sucked up by the troll brigade. Then you randomly bring up some Pattaya guy you similarly criticize and judge, with whom I have no familiarity? You may be a full time resident here because it’s no big stretch that in other contexts you are told to take a hike. What specific meds? You’re in hospitality, as you have posted, though inconsistently hospitable. I’m pre-retirement Psychiatry faculty so a bit tuned in.

You’re not wrong. I think the kids call it hate-watching. Episodically drawn to the ridiculousness and audacity of trolls nevertheless boring and inconsequential so that interest is quickly lost. I need to work on that.

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Hon, go tell it on Troll Mountain. I don’t experience trolls as opponents but as candidates for having their clocks fixed figuratively. It’s often more supportive of brain fitness than Wordle or Sudoku.😏 It’s no contest, really. I also personally met a few; as you might imagine, how do you think I rate them as persons in the context of a fuller picture? One just openly described the process of inciting a “kid” [sic] trapped in prostitution to pass judgement on my presentation strolling through a barroom. Believe me, no god’s gift. If only all here could have caught a view of the sad tableau of a punter and his young prospect struggling to engage in meaningful conversation that transcends dissing others. Trust me, you shouldn’t give a rat’s ass about some sources of impressions held about you. BRL800? I fully support your prerogative and glad you had fun. But now you’ve gone and done it innit. There are trolls here I would imagine precipitously scurrying for ways to symbolically put a bounty on you for ostensibly upsetting the local sex trade economy. I think that level of compensation for what you describe is on point. I’ve been trending 200 plus bevvy for brothel ST dalliances but I would happily pony up 800 a pop for community meets if simply to exacerbate these cheapos’ anxiety and aggravation … for even the most remote chance of putting the squeeze on a selection of control-freak chuckleheads sufficiently to price them out. But then they’d perhaps ride it out, unable to release their stranglehold on a pathetic need to steer the narrative and dictate how others should perceive those whose opposing views stir up troll rage. 🤣

Indeed you agree your fellow troll feels confident. As do I observe such misplaced confidence, but I would add such confidence is delusional and baseless.

Now there’s that obsessive tracking characteristic of a tiresome troll manifested once again. So sorry not sorry you if your feefees are deprived of consistent opps for dissing others’ content. No bets needed. Your own history repeats itself like Groundhog Day was invented just for it. Those cycles of input are called “having a life”. Try it sometime. You might also come up with more interesting and less repetitive material, a respite that would incentivize more regular presence on the part of members not keen on being suffocated by the same central cadre of bossypants bores. We have thousands of read receipts for many threads. A broader representation of contribution might result if some wannabe editorial teams yet actual epic fails here would just for gawd sake take a step back and share some of the oxygen in the room.

Good eye and choice for photos. Not trying to be mean but I discovered in Photos edit you can quickly straighten a horizontal line by any number of degrees. Straight from the devil’s throat.

Only boring at first, then …

Telepathy or rote practice to get the snack order right?

Got sort of blogged down. Summary?

No.

I walked the full length of Mackinac Island looking for future crypto in the time it took to read this.

On Toppik regarding sugar, from what I can gather it would be easier and more effective to acquire a young adult sugarbaby sitting on one’s face regularly and obscuring where hairlines begin and end.

What’s the essence of your post?

... should disagree

Look up conventional, and perhaps it will assist you to reduce your unravelling.

Your call, being in charge of the beverage hall and all. Does your union not lobby for breaks?

That you see what? It’s you next Tuesday not all next Tuesday.

I guess there are closets after all.

I was quoted close to a few thousand US dollars a month by a few health insurance companies, healthy gym-fit nonsmoking male approaching age 75, medium BMI, no listable physical health morbidity. Once established as a resident, I assume rates are still contingent upon age. Is that correct? What do you think the range of private health insurance premiums would be, as perhaps sourced in Brazil might be less exorbitant? My longtime Airbnb host is fit and under 50. I don’t know her profession but she asserted that about half her take home earnings goes towards her private health insurance premiums and it would be ill-advised to rely exclusively on SUS. I could pony up $25,000 annually without nearly depleting my assets, but it could be put to good use simply visiting Brazil on an upscale basis a few times per year.

Good question. Left hand or right hand? Gossip about a mutual social function attendee versus sifting through seemingly endless reshared random news topics that already land in our news feeds? What to choose? What to choose? What to choose? Oh … I know … exploring with a nice cold draft beer the just presented Booker Prize longlist, for example.

Man you can really dig in and bury the central details innit. Why don’t you start a specific topic on sex meetup apps, then (?), as your point is neither particularly relatable here nor would it be if it happened to be noticed by the author of the contact number profile text presented upthread. If I enter on my Telegram, Line, or WhatsApp account profile my name, country code area code and number, city I might be visiting at the moment, and a brief rendering of hobbies such as opera etc, where such info is viewable by contacts of all categories why would that data be more likely fabricated than be accurately representative or intended to reel in a specific class of candidates somehow in either a neutral innocuous or nefarious self-serving manner? Same goes for substituting or adding a fondness for music or one’s current Timbuktu location with the goal of raw fucking exploitable males several generations younger. That could only be an unwell elderly person with poor judgement and your voice would be the sole dissenting one in an academic seminar in which I’d be leading a group of medical students on the mental health components of clinical practice.

I would add that the currently broad non-binary range of intimacy potential and expression defies such simplistic categorizations of orientation / preference and that the evolution of artificially or naturally lit walk-in closets should render the term obsolete in relation to sex except for routinely engaged closet organizers or the installation of slings.

Sure they do. Use your head. It’s not a question of accuracy or prerogative. I expect the phone number’s owner is not at all appealing in the way a “daddy” is typically conceptualized, and that he is barf-worthy. It’s actually for real, as it turns out. It’s not Grindr. It's how peculiar this type of phrasing is when associated with the broadly broadcasted phone number of an old geezer for friends, family members including offspring possibly including grandchildren, and associates to have to metabolize. How desperate does one need to be to put aside appropriate renderings of pride in gay and sexual self, of representing the tribe, in the interests of employing something as basic as a phone number agenda byline for recruiting young innocent lads, often for example naïve about bacterial STIs that are challenging to treat? What a sad sack.

Uh, that trends sounds to have been morally bankrupt.