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Apparently, the whole facility is open and operating for these parties when they occur, which makes sense, but I don’t know if the fee-based private suites playbook is the same. What is meant by sauna rooms is the venue cabins. Not that it’s relevant to me as my biorhythm is in shock just thinking about these event hours.

There may be some rhyme and reason at times for example Wed Oct 12 a national holiday, and the dawn to afternoon event an after after after party for diehards starting celebrations the evening prior. Perhaps the chems these days. But it’s a residential zone above storefronts and I have to wonder about subwoofer contact vibrations’ impact even though down in the building bowels.

Exactly what I was thinking. Likely a major cleaning gig following each ‘rave’ that the average cleaner is not keen on, likely no cash tips for him as place vacated, and also overall sustainability of such staff that likely receive minimum wage. When there in May the reception staffer was often downstairs trying to train a bar counter newbie just to serve, let alone handle room keys and charges that also go on the computer customer tab. They also seem to be routinely advertising for hires. The parties don’t all get listed on Thermas’ media; therefore, one might anticipate a disruption to the main business by always staying abreast of the account I linked. I suspect the profit collected from parties compensates for the lost business that is often meagre at off-peak hours anyway.

I am quite certain the parties with peculiar hours welcoming of estrogen have separately structured timeframes, separate admission fee, and are not brothel-centric. They have a different social media account but are simply hosted at the venue. https://instagram.com/crushparty_bcn?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

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.

Gonna hijack back my topic and clutter it with DIY vids; a neighbourhood Sunday at the vibrant graffiti art alley Beco do Batman, São Paulo IMG_0421.MOV FullSizeRender.MOV IMG_0420.MOV

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.

No discernible beverage menu in a brothel bar. Quelle horreur. What a conundrum. I guess one needs to resort to the major plentiful drink on tap. FullSizeRender.MOV

I’m not sure where you are headed but I found and had printed in Medellín Centro this map that I deemed easier to use than referring to my phone or bookstore guide texts for landmarks. I could not find a tourist kiosk that might have issued the same or similar. With an early start you can get through it in a day, breaking for lunch. Note that #12 is the dodgy park mentioned often but I found it “colourful”, not ominous, of a very warm afternoon, many manner of folks cooling near the fountain and under foliage canopy. I had accidentally stumbled across it unknowingly days before while walking to Bliss Hotel for canvassing their waste-of-time in-house services (not Fercho that situates there too; that is not in contrast as also a waste of time assessing inventory). That was a rainy day and in the park as I was walking east to get to Bliss, a guy uttered “gringo” … shocking. On the DIY solo walking tour day I sat to rest, the languid crowd minding its own business, and a guy beside me slowly scraping tarry sludge out of a vial and trying to insert it into a syringe barrel as the trans hookers across the street gathered to socialize. Note that it’s unusual for church sites to be open other than at specified religious service times, so I missed the innards of these historic venues. Disappointed. The highlight to me is the marvellous Antioquia Art Museum. I have no desire to return to Medellín but it’s on many top destination lists and I’m glad I experienced the major attractions referenced in travel guides. World class dining options at a fraction of Canadian city prices. In case I didn’t mention elsewhere, the carbon emissions settling into the vast urban valley are daunting particularly when one walks adjacent to major congested traffic arteries. I’m talking gag-grade, so I’m glad I have no underlying respiratory issues. I broke up my lodgings between Poblado and Estadio/Laureles. The latter area air pollution seemed less prominent. Extreme round the clock traffic noise if you overlook a major thoroughfare, should that be an annoyance factor for light sleepers. Airbnbs are more difficult to assess for that because location is given following booking. These are not faults, just more amplified that many other urban environments where I visit. The Metro is very fine, though crammed at peak periods, and I used it consistently.

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.