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Sky’s the limit. ”911; what’s your emergency?” “Code Rainbow; Fire in the hole!” Now they ready.

The second part should be fine. I did not need to use any backup card beyond my preferred credit card. However, I get a 1,000,000COP float in Canada, taking the currency exchange hit, and try to keep it replenished so as never to be caught off guard. I don’t like having less than several hundred dollars cash equivalent for unexpected events. On top of that a $200USD float. What if I took people to dinner in Medellín and my card failed? What if I my card failed at the first day airport hotel without an ATM? Or Über crashed and I needed taxi cash. I would similarly never travel within Canada without that amount of cash. If you know people locally to bail you out of a tight spot, a different matter. Scout motto otherwise. Mind you, a Canadian stripper can easily strip you of that amount in short order.

I think I used an ATM just the once recently. I only had cash for purposes of purchases requiring it, and that was pretty much just in-person trade and at times St Moritz house tab balances though credit is accepted (outside of cash you give directly to escorts). Bear in mind that if you give an escort 150,000 he is not the one turning over 60,000 to the house for use of the room, so if you want to give him and agree on, say, 90,000, just do that because the 60,000 room use will otherwise appear on your payable checkout tab … 210,000 the damage, advantage whore, an upsell trick that may be challenging to resolve retrospectively. But jeez, a whopping $15! Smirnoff Ice there is crazy cheap, There is some balancing out. But keep the standard massage cost separate as a room use designation because your bracelet number will cue that charge on the reception computer upon starting the program. Fixed at 60,000COP; I don’t know what the escort’s take is without erotic extras. Seems paltry. However, I assume he gets a cut within the above scenario, maybe 130,000:20;000 ratio escort: house? Back to the inquiry. I over-digressed since I think you set up a BFE. I kept hitting an ATM limit on the single occasion and getting rejected. This was at Banco Colombia (?) steps from Holiday Inn Express. I don’t compare rates because 6 months from now having spent time on assessing it previously is then meaningless and erased from memory. Besides, my dollar’s value was up 30% from a previous visit, to offset any obsessing about exchange. I think I spent 1.5 million in cash over 2 full weeks … $450 Canadian, and a wad leftover. Nothing compared to the full trip cost. I found that asking for 600,000COP worked following a few fails. I think that was my bank’s limit. The mystery, ambiguity is tolerable when I’m on my way to cash in on inexpensive trade. Then for fun inserted again to withdraw an additional 100,000COP. The fee alert was 20,000 for both quantities … fixed. So I may have been out a few bucks by not precisely initially requesting an amount just over 600,000 that did not colour outside the lines. Maybe the issue is that the 700,000 happens to coincidentally equal Macdaddi’s limit caveat. Obviously would not have repeated that. Obviously absorbable on a trip requiring few bank visits and stunningly low eatery tabs with set tips below my usual playbook. I know guys that will walk a mile to save a buck on fees. To me, that’s approaching victim mentality: “I’m sick of being dinged with bank charges; I’ll show them and beat them at their game.”

Breakfast is a bit too early in the day for me for circus sideshows. LOL. Can one at least defer to a martini-saturated luncheon? Apart from that, the apparent invasion-related rhetoric escalation this week. Yikes.

ID/passport covers off homicide prophylaxis. That would be a no-brainer. AFAIK one can be taken to the cleaners with no laws broken, not even necessarily particularly malicious intent. Yet a bad marriage in general may be no worse than an erotically based sponsorship for diversion and fun.

This detailed CE module from Creighton U down the road from Rochester MN is now sitting in my bucket read stack. These pieces are often consumable by the lay public. I find my Urologist to be very cryptic and rote, though I can understand that it would be a challenge for him to be assortative wrt the baseline knowledge of all within his patient constituency. How would he translate the breadth of info within 10-minute consults. He is now focused on the lucrative vaginal rejuvenation market. I consider it up to me to be informed. This default might be very unfair to the average patient. It is my playbook. In my case, it is easier to examine and attempt to interpret the science to date in personal decision-making than look under rocks for a better provider match. For example, I see there is now data on laser ablation. He does not do it and there is no public payer fee that he can draw on other than for traditional conventional procedures. He is actually top rated online and seems nice enough, but the slant seems to be intervention-focused. I just need someone to sign off on surveillance tasks. At 70, though with zero underlying morbidity, my primary goal is preservation of my prostate’s location as well as setting the bar high in terms of the threshold at which I would capitulate to biopsy. He has a vast rapt audience to go in that alternate direction based on simplistic binary-leaning considerations. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK470550/#article-27833.s1

Boy, are you last picked on my debate team. It’s racist if dark-skinned inhabitants of the mixed venue declare that they hope that there won’t be a proliferation of lobster-red involuntarily sunburned crackers present, when preferably absent or low in numbers, to compromise their enjoyment and needs, stereotyping that subgroup as melanin-deficient, lacking in self-efficacy to avoid burning, and downregulating the visual aesthetic of the crowd. The typical position of normal fellows socializing about town would be characterized by tolerant inclusiveness and not reek of neurotic catastrophizing stereotyping fussiness predicated on distorted reality … FullSizeRender.MOV

Sounds favelasly favelalavorable and the Copa D’Or hospital is conveniently proximal.

My interpretation is no spa features until next year, and closed Mon Tues Wed from November to end of project. However, likely the showers on 2nd floor on the open days will function. There needs to be some bathing options. I would have preferred a reno of the 2nd floor private spaces. I don’t think that’s part of it.

Meanwhile, at Galeão Arrivals today … FullSizeRender.MOV

That would be Dahmer-grade Putin-grade level of commitment applied to troll phenomenology. But I’ll bite.

My phone is scentsible enough that there’s a smell wafting up from it. If you must cling to your belief you could consider reducing sensitivity to all existing odours via auto-asphyxiation when there. You are likely to have no shortage of volunteers to supervise it.

Hot House is one of the places I visited recently and updated a few months ago. will link the post …

I imagine it took a second to be dubbed Shithol.

Yer, but … they don’t look like prolific hosts of gonorrhea, mate. And I don’t want my mainstream to feel like pissing razor blades. So wash those HotHouse dicks ‘tween uses, pf.

Double room. Two people. That’s what double means. You don’t have to be related or conjugal. Conference attendees often double up. Buddy backpackers. Sodomite fudgepackers. Newlyweds. What’s the diff?

The leads are Cine Rex and Cine Iris, if either still exist. AYOR. Not my cup of tea.

I am not up to speed. I understand more prevalence in São Paulo. can barely fit the sauna brothels into my schedule. Rio may still have a cinema in Central. I have swung by a few times only due to being in the area. I will take a minute to see if I can locate it. Commercial area. But it’s not an area to wander at night when deserted.

There’s an outdoor cruising venue, but I cannot remember where or the name. I think the plaza, or park, or street area is a play on Portuguese words: something like “death wish” or “kamikaze”.

Sucking dick for free on the spot. Good times. You pay a cover. It’s free in the dark alley behind the club. You are essentially darting your tongue deep into the poxy saliva remnants of every other punter in the place. We call this ‘clap threading’, appropriated from threading the ball in soccer/football. Or you can try to manoeuvre the sucking around the spot, or check that it’s crusted over; just the same … later attend the Free Clinic. But if it’s Lipe or João, who gives a lick?!

I had a friend some 50 years ago that attended and walked up to RC communion in bare feet. The idea being that it was consistent with JC’s messaging of simplicity and humility, contrasting with the bells and whistles of priests’ (hierarchy) garb. But ewwww, fungal risks.

Addendum: too late for above edit/save … In other words, I have to make my own fun. I’d have more fun without requiring additional personal effort if the overall needs of punters as a whole were to be less confining. Who doesn’t love a rock hard dick? Nobody. Who can tolerate a less than robust escort erection? Few. But life requires tolerance and adaptation wrt limits arising from many sources that are not of one’s making.

Most men can have a very high number of consecutive erections of an evening. I am age 70 and I am capable of multiple erections per day. This is not unique. Just try a simple experiment. Structure hourly arousal without concluding to ejaculation, say every second day for a week within an arbitrary window of a few hours each of those days. If withholding orgasm feels too deprivational, rub one out the last iteration on the experimental days. I don’t consume sildenafil or any other brand of pharmacological type-5 phosphodiesterase inhibition. The assumption that a majority of young escorts are popping Viagra like candy is erroneous. What is likely more unique about them is that they fall into the subcategory of males possessing, for no apparent reason other than randomness, autonomous erectile potential, in contrast to other males that may depend on a greater array and degree of specifications to yield penile tumescence.

… that wonder never ceases. Their survival represents that wonders never cease.

Important data. Over a lot of heads though. My urologist continually pokes (tee-hee) for my attitude on ‘next steps’, to see if what he says is sufficiently sobering to shift me from ‘watch/wait’ to biopsy. My expensive 4K readout was 35% probability malignancy …. deceased men had those quantifications … many men without cancer had them (downplayed). I don’t have prostate cancer; that is unequivocal. A few weeks a year of BPH discomfort. That metric alone (35%) would have most fellows signing up for prostatectomy; which of 3 cups is the walnut under, half a Russian roulette so to speak. However, I’ve done my homework and my background is partly medsci research so I cover all the angles. He also indicates a mere 10% false negative error cohort estimate on (my) clear MRIs and claims his practice has not contained one single -ve prostate/bladder MRI in which cancer subsequently manifested. I don’t envision biopsy on my event horizon. My father, a lifetime smoker, died of metastasized prostate cancer at 87, fairly healthy and well-functioning until his last few months. My older brother, lifetime smoker, has not had one single DRE or PSA. It’s a racket of sorts, but there will always be an element of truth to the legitimacy of surveillance and intervention. We all have to manage the fine line between absolutism and ambiguity. I may eat my words one day; for now I have robust response eating dick, knock on ‘woodies’.