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Confusing, as you cannot actually predict which will expire first, AFAIK, though 10 years is a generous window. At this point the dates seem variable, perhaps even extendable.

Try taking a screenshot of the photo, cropping out unwanted borders or screen elements, and uploading the result instead. This often reduces the file size (in MB) without noticeably affecting the image quality.

Agree, no indicators. I suspect not, but I suggest simply contacting an establishment through ‎WhatsApp to be informed. It’s an amenity, not illegal. Interestingly, Carioca, in Rio, has tantric massage on site; Ariô in the same district does not welcome sex trade. Both walkable from 117 but Monday closure there may propel you towards Carioca if you prefer the area. Of course, your mileage once in any establishment may vary from the original party line.

A little off topic but I really enjoyed this series.

Living up to its name, the sale has stalled.

Now THAT has real pulling power on my interest. I’ve been walking Flamengo and must keep an eye out.

I hadn’t realized my writing was such an important part of your daily routine. Just imagine all the other crap you could accomplish if you weren’t so preoccupied with me. And let’s not confuse a genuine question with a provocation conveniently disguised as one. Nobody was seeking information. He was fishing for a reaction, and you obligingly took the bait. I was having fun; you’re running in circles, all that bouncing around on your pathetic little stage. Now do try to untangle your strings. You have a mountain to climb, no? Dismissed.

For somebody so remarkably obsessed with diagnosing verbal diarrhea you seem extraordinarily capable of keeping it flowing. Case in point, Paragraphs entering 2-digit territory. Time for 🍕, as mods are sometimes wont to say. If you’re so certain of my identity, why are you so desperate for confirmation? You seem unable to take no for an answer. I suspect you hear it rather often. And why are you acting as tantrum proxy for demanding an answer? Are you his spokesman or his bitch? Symbiotic, trending to outright tag team parasitism is the beat I’m getting. Get that room; you deserve each other.

Clearly amateur identity archeology knows no bounds and I am sure the infinite array of related likes will nevertheless require readers to stretch their imagination to discover anything meaningful in your drivel, as well as a visitors visa to crazy town: population 2 so far … get a room and some shitty pizza. And isn’t it the height of irony to devote several paragraphs to complaining about verbal diarrhea? Apparently, brevity is something best preached at length. Adieu to you and you.

There was another way to say it and you did, but you don’t ever time.

Ohhh! Don’t stop. Please. So so close. Tell me more more more-ish. 🙏🏼 Slim pickin’s this evening.

Know? … Name sounds like a singing goatherd with whom you engage in long distance yodelling with half the Alps tuned in. Are you lonely in your peculiar little pink outfit and in need of some attention? Silly. This is the place, to run fast and loose, with the forensic Von Trapp door. 😏😆

Know? … Oh, the ever envious moon and the sun’s imagined kill shot.

A strictly French policy … un baiser is fine but baiser is presumably negotiable.😜

Nope. Sounds similar frequency where frequency is not bandwidth.

It’s just another saliva-delivery option … tongues intertwined, or he plops it in. Think shotgunning: one person inhales, then exhales into the other’s mouth. Different delivery system. Neither is a fetish. His sweaty gym sock stuffed into my mouth? Now that’s a fetish. Not that I personally possess a fetish or indulge in a kink. I merely understand the “taxonomy” throughout the obsession. 😇

Hahaha but there is on my patience with endless buffering.

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… sorry, likely unverified clickbait?

My current is self-consciously shy about spitting into my mouth on request. I fear it won’t last.

Or … not.

Starman Massage? I assume Bowie is on a permanent loop.

Somewhere Julie Andrews just do-re-mi’d, then probably so winced at the spilled tea.

Not sure upon whom I’d put my cut money. So many … so little …

I couldn’t log in for awhile, attempts kept crashing, so now so I’m getting sloppy seconds used eye candy Wednesday. Not saying it’s not compensatory.