José Soplanucas

Let's start with good news, it looks like (I am afraid of being more assertive) I am leaving this Friday. Easy to say. I have been calling AA every day. Last Sunday, an agent finally offered me a flight this Thursday. She was giving me the choice between seats when the phone line went dead. None of AA numbers were responsive, you would not even get a tone after dialing. I tried all day long with the same result, not even a beep. I went to sleep and tried again yesterday morning. Nada. So I explained my supervisor my situation, got off the grid and went to AA's office in Avda. Santa Fe. It was a 20' walk and the day was nice. Once in AA I had to argue with the security guard who was asking me to call for an appointment, but my charm overcame his resistance. After one hour wait, I got to be placed in a waiting list, given a WhatsApp number, and asked to make follow ups that number, because the phone server was down. This morning, just in case, as I had done every morning since my flight cancellation, I called again. The lines were still dead. So I sent a text message to the WhatsApp number. About one hour after my text, I received an email response offering me three days to choose in economy class, they would confirm that day and then place me in the waiting list for premium economy, which is the ticket I paid for. I picked this Friday, and asked whether I would get a partial refund in case I travel in economy and whether I was able to buy un upgrade to business class in case they had a seat. Always through email, she referred me somewhere else to inquire about the refund, and informed me that the plane was full full full. One hour after that, she sent me another email with the confirmation of my premium economy ticket this Friday. Excellent news for me. As I shared, I am not in love with my new airbnb. Now I have to figure out how to take advantage of my time left here. This weekend was again sunny and beautiful. On Saturday I took advantage of the spring like weather to take a walk with a friend. I think I mentioned before that he would bring me some pot from his brother's harvest. Of course, last Saturday I did not know I only had one week left. It is a lot of pot. Although the quality is not so good, it does its work and I do not want to trash it. I am arranging my will. My weed goes to my good friend Y, the Venezuelan fuckbuddy who got me my first shipment. I will meet him this Thursday, and he will also keep the water pipe I had bought and showed before. But I was going for a walk, when I got distracted by the weed. Just two blocks away from my nest, we have the famous Plaza de Mayo. The Pink House is our White House. The pictures where you do not see it are pictures taken with the Pink House at my back. A close up to the little tend of protesters. Just two nights ago, the whole plaza was taken by protesters although their displays were considerable better looking than this tiny little poor one. Then we walk until the also famous Avda. 9 de Julio, the world widest avenue in Argentinean mythology. In its intersection with the almost equally famous Avenida Corrientes you find the Obelisco. All this area has been refurnished to improve transit, with exclusive lanes for public transport in the Avenida, so this square with the new giant BA is now smaller than it was. However, the landscaping is now better. Along the Avenue the lines are separated in groups by long, thin landscaped walking blocks, each one named after one of the Argentinean provinces. This is Santiago del Estero. After Avda 9 de Julio we headed to the Teatro Colón. Most people think the front of the Colón is the side of the building on Avda 9 de Julio because it is the most known picture, but they are wrong. That famous picture shows actually the back of the building. The real front is in my picture above, in front of Plaza de los Tribunales, another important plaza although not as famous as her sister de Mayo. Plaza de los Tribunales was under construction two years ago, during my last visit. It looks much better now than in my old memories. Look at this incredible gomero. I used to be around this area a lot during the first half of the 90s when I was doing some acting. One of the buildings around this Plaza is the Teatro Cervantes, one of the most beautiful theaters out of the many, many beautiful heaters in Buenos Aires: The Colón and the Cervantes are not the only beautiful, massive, important buildings around Plaza de los Tribunales. I will highlight two more out of all of them. Look at this public High School, right next to the Colón: And of course, the building that gave its name to the Plaza: la Suprema Corte de Justicia. In one of the corners in front of the Plaza, we have one of the many, many traditional cafés in the city. This one is called Le Petit Opéra, and it is very well kept. We enjoyed some snacks there, they have a delicious coffee and bakery. The check was $AR 1,150. Once we recovered our strength, we went to Avenida Corrientes, which is Buenos Aires' Broadway. Theaters are starting to reopen, but the area is yet semi deserted. Since my last visit, they have started to restrict cars transit during some hours, and built a pedestrian stroll along the blocks where most of the big commercial theaters (and the Teatro Municipal San Martín) are located. This is also an area filled with book stores that used to be open 24 hours. I doubt this is still on, but I do not know. Normally, the crow wold make challenging just walking around these sidewalks. This is also an area I visited a lot in my times as political activist and actor. It was sad to see many traditional places, mostly cafés, closed forever, but it was also nice to see this new design, more pedestrian friendly. Sunday was also sunny and bright, but I spent the whole day with my family. I was stressed because of the phone incident I shared at the opening of this post. I was equally stressed on Monday. After fighting with the AA security guy and getting into the waiting list, I met Alan again for a few pictures. And you know the good news today. I have been trying to plan for these few days. I was fantasizing with getting Alan and Tomy together. Unfortunately, it seems that Tomy is in Rosario this week. Let's see what happens. A few friends have been reaching out to me expressing their interest in Buenos Aires. I suggest you all to cool down your enthusiasm and keep learning about the city. It is a great destination for food of all kinds, arquitectural explorations, music and dance of all kinds, theater of all kinds, night life, sex, and who knows what else I am forgetting that is not amongst my interests. But plan for later. First of all, you will not be able to come in, and if you miraculously can you may not be able to get out as planned. Second, the city is not itself amidst a pandemic. Unlike Rio, which never loses its charms, Buenos Aires' fun is greatly diminished by current restrictions. This is going to be one of the last reports on this trip, but probably not the last one.

Are you not trying to do too much? Would you not be distracted from the fun by arranging cameras and streaming?

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My first week of teleworking all time I had no sex since Tuesday. If sex is what you are looking for, you can skip this post. I am feeling slightly batter at my airbnb. Part of my frustration is coming from a roomy loft with two balconies with plenty of natural light and open views, to this view: IMG_4571.MOV I contacted my Airbnb hostess to tell her that I had nothing against her, that she was probably an employee, but that I was going to complain to airbnb for misleading advertisement. I was convinced this was an apart hotel, not a living home, and nowhere in the ad would say so. I turned to be wrong. The unit belongs to a young couple who invested on it right before the pandemic broke in. That is what these are some unfinished details (like the lightening). Knowing that I was not dealing with a company radically changed my attitude. I am still unhappy because of the contrast, I am coming from a much better apartment in a much better location at a much lower price. However, I am trying to enjoy the good things. The shower and the bed are great, and although Monserrat excites me much less than Palermo, it is a historic area with many beautiful views and good eateries. I am very close to San Telmo, but I did not have time to go there yet. I am working up to local 5pm, and as it is almost winter here, sun is down at 6. Perhaps this weekend I will go over there. If the thrill of being in Palermo was feeling as exploring a new city, the thrill here comes from exploring an area I used to know very well, and see the changes. Palermo seems a flourishing area even amidst the pandemic, here is quite different. I cannot tell whether the decadence signs started before or after the pandemic, but they are evident. These streets should be busting with people walking and working. The picture was taken around 8:30 am, before I had to check in to work. In that short walk I also found this bar, and I love it, with a young Fidel Castro human size doll in the balcony: Just as people compares Recoleta and Palermo Chico to Paris, all this area is compared to different Spanish cities. Take a look as how a Starbucks looks like here: The whole area is a historic neighborhood, I am just two blocks away from the famous Plaza de Mayo where many national historic events took place, starting on 1810. During this week, the Plaza was occupied by protesters demanding the liberation of a political prisoner in a northwest state. I was never able to be there during day light to take pictures, I was waiting for today to do it, but they all left yesterday July 9th, which is Independence Day here. Echoing some of the comments made earlier in this thread, many of the people in my circle warned me about not going there. I ignored them. Last Thursday I walked alone in the middle of the protester, and I felt perfectly safe. Very humble, darker skinned people, but absolutely peaceful and friendly. They were camping, occupying the green areas of the public space, but allowing freely pedestrian circulation, and they were taking care of cleaning behind them. When yesterday I found out they were gone, the place looked spot clean as they'd had never been there. Yesterday night I had my first chance to take a long walk. It was at night, but I though you may enjoy a few night pictures of Buenos Aires, for a change. In this walk, the area's decadence was noticeable. After finding out that the protesters were gone from Plaza de Mayo, I walk up through Avenida de Mayo. This is the city are that everyone compares to Madrid. 20 years ago, when I left, most building had been restored and new night lights installed, a project funded by the Spanish Embassy. Las night, most stores were shut down and the buildings were dark. But now and then, you would see traces of the beauty hidden in the dark: Those buildings stand out only because they have their lighting up. They are surrounded for similar beauties that you can only appreciate during day light. This is the corner of Avenida de Mayo and Avenida 9 de Julio: El Hotel La Argentina, closed. The Avenida de Mayo starts in the homonym Plaza, where the Casa Rosada, the National Executive Branch headquarters is located. It Ends in the Plaza de los Dos Congresos and the Legislative Branch headquarters: Normally, the beautiful building is fully illuminated, this darkness is another sign of the crisis. All this area is where you can find most of the best traditional Spanish cooking eateries. Take a look at this jamón serrano sandwich that was my lunch yesterday (and my breakfast today): You can also find premium restaurants from other cuisines. I am not fond of fancy restaurants and prefer regular standard eateries. For those of you into expensive, one of the most reputed Peruvian restaurants of Buenos Aires is around my corner. So far I have been sharing standard regular prices. This place is considered very expensive by the locals: Today currency: U$S 1 = $AR 98.35 at official rate; 171.5 at Blue. I did not hook up after Jason because I am budgeting and Grindr was too distracting and time demanding, as I am not an easy online hookup. I may turn it up today again, but I will be busy with friends and tomorrow with family and Alan. I used it last Tuesday before making the decision to hire Jason, but no one seem a good prospect. That is another disadvantage of this place the number of GFS (Gays for Feet Squared) is way lower than Palermo. Meanwhile, last night I rolled the last hint with the weed I bought when I arrived. Do toy remember those two beautiful jars filled with flowers? Gone. One of the friends I am meeting today has a brother who is cultivating, so I will get a reinforcement for free.

Are you sure? https://www.in2013dollars.com/us/inflation/1975?amount=50 Anyways, this is totally irrelevant for this conversation.

I am trying not to respond judgmentally to judgmental statements. For how many years we have had posters opening threads about 300 being the new standard? There is no standard. You can pay whatever you want or can, as long as you are happy and satisfied with the service. Just know that you do not have to pay 300 dollars to have a satisfactory meeting with an escort in the USA.

In one of my first calls to American to inquire about earlier tickets, the agent on the other side of the line recognized me. He told me he remembered me from three years ago. Unbelievable. Following his advise, I have been calling everyday at 8am. No changes. Current restrictions expire this Friday, and there is a lot of expectations about whether the government will soften or harden them. I am not anxious about it, there is nothing I can do about it and all the pundits are just playing the guessing game. So far, I am staying until August 4th. I wanted to say goodbye to Palermo before moving to my new base. I walked down to what I believe is Palermo Soho. I am a little lost with all these realtors made up new neighborhoods. I walked around Plaza Armenia, enjoying an amazing sunny week end. Of course, the neighborhood fair was up, and they would take your temperature before being allowed in. I was glad that the park was fenced, to keep children away. I chose a cafe in a corner, to have a brunch sitting in a sidewalk table, under the sun. After brunching, I walked back to Palermo Hollywood. On the other side of Plaza Armenia, instead of a food fair there was an art craft fair. It was not a long walk, but the neighborhood has plenty of treasures. Palermo used to be not so trendy in this area because of inundations. Avda Juan B Justo, one of the many main arteries across the neighborhood, used to be a creek. It was intubated and burry, but the water stream increased with time and with a moderate rain the building would be one meter under water. Once the intubation was updated and the inundations stopped, Palermo Renaissance started. Another important infrastructure project that changed the area's physiognomy was the elevation of the train. All the land that used to belong to the railroad company is now being redesign mostly as new public open spaces. An example: What you see at the picture's right side is the elevated railroad. On both sides the city is landscaping public parks. Many are still under construction. Besides a last walk, I also had to visit my new favorite bakery in Buenos Aires. Panadería Don Blanco. Last Tuesday, I moved to my new airbnb. I chose the place because the pictures showed me a nice stage for new photoshoots with Alan. I am so disappointed. This was the first big mistake I made in this trip. Not only the place is actually smaller than expected. Not only there is limited natural light and the inside lighting is bad. The worst thing is that it does not feel like an airbnb. It is a beautiful, traditional building in the historic area of the city, Palacio Raggio. A huge, five stories building that serve different functions throughout its life. Now it was refurnished into small apartments. It feels like you are in an hotel, without the advantages of being in an hotel. I like airbnb because you stay in a place where someone is living, or could be. I doubt anyone is living in this building. These are all short term renting units, I bet. The first impression was just worse than disappointing. I was unpacking and settling down. I found an power outlet adaptor in a bookshelf, and plugged it on the power wall power source. The whole power shut down. I had to go to the reception and they had to restaure the power from the central control. Imagine my mood. This place definitely suck. I needed something comforting to cheer me up. A few days before I had found Jason in Skokka. Another Venezuelan import. The link is already gone, but I have a screen shot. I had seen him in one of LatinLeche clips, and in the local forums I found good references. The contact was quick as I did not have any questions. His response to my first contact was Besides cheering me up and out of my disappointment, I wanted to try the security system in this stupid fancy pretentious building. Jason arrived on time, he had texted me on his way and I was waiting for him in the lobby. He had to present his ID and his full name and time of entry were recorded. I hated it but it was not so bad. I could do this everyday, if I want to. The meeting was OK. Jason was very nice and likable, and did not care about watching the time. After a long conversation we started kissing, and I was not very happy. I was expecting something more passionate. We moved to the bed, which was still intact. He is beautiful, with tasteful tattoos and a huge dick. The kissing was still lacking, though. The temperature started to heat up when he gave me head. It was not outstanding but definitely good. When I turned him around and started to eat his ass, then the thing turned really hot. He was moaning, directing my work just as I like it to be. His ass was smooth, tight, and delicious. I thought that was pretty good. However, the thing actually erupted when my dick went in. The boy freaked and for the first time I felt he was really devouring my mouth while I was digging him. He is definitely an outstanding bottom, which compensated the other deficits. Overall, it was an OK experience sexually, and a very nice social meeting. I escorted (ha!) him for a few blocks when he left, and then returned to sleep my first night in my new nest. That was yesterday, Tuesday. Today was my first day teleworking full time, and it was rainy, so I did not explore my new neighborhood. The little bit I saw looks like crap after Palermo.

No, but I am sure you think so. That is fine with me.

Nah, of course I am not talking about scammers. The market is full oh honest mediocre over priced providers.

I meant that I find your statement judgmental. In my experience, premium service does not equal premium rates. Additionally, there are many reasons why a provider would choose to charge a lower rate, specially in a highly competitive market. I meant that if our criteria to find premium service is looking at the prices, we will get disappointed.

Not true.

Indeed. But I do not have complains about the service I am getting for even less than 200, and by guys not watching the clock. If I do not share reviews is because they do not publish (Grindr is very generous) an ad or because they asked me not to tell how much I paid, and I do not want to lie. This discussion always return, and it is always the same. I am all for escorts asking for 300 dollars and more, I used to pay that rate. I think it is great if paying 300 or more is good for you. I am also for bargaining if it fits the escort's business model. But I am specially for traveling, and getting excellent sex and company for almost nothing.

It is not hard to find rates lower than 200 in DC if you step out of Rentmen to do your shopping.

The ignore function has substantially improved my forum experience. I only have two members in my ignore list, both of them share two characteristics: they are appallingly idiotic, and they are massive posters.

keep working hard on my quest to check items out of my Two Eat List. Mantecol is a popular candy based on the tradicional halva recipe. The other one is a popular brand of one of my favorite Argentinean flavors: alfajor de maicena. After checking them out of my To Eat List, I should check them in to my Not To Eat Anymore List. Now that I know that I may stay here one month longer than expected, I have to watch my diet. Another check out item: Sopa paraguaya. Do not ask me why its is called "soup", I do not know. It is delicious and it is made with love by my mother. That picture was taken today during lunch. After several cloudy and very cold days, today was a Día Peronista. I took advantage of the sun and the warmer weather to take a walk with an old friend. We started in the Facultad of Ingeniería, a landmark building that was originally built for the Fundación Evita (a beneficence organization) and after the Revolución Libertadora in 1955 (the coup that terminated Perón's second presidency) transferred to the Universidad de Buenos Aires. From there we walked towards and through Puerto Madero. This is the last neighborhood added to the city. All the old port area was reconverted to offices and high end condo apartments. I love that the city landscape designers are abandoning the use of foreign species and planting the city outdoors with indigenous ones. Then we walked up to the City and Plaza San Martin. The Plaza Hotel, one of the most traditional five stars in the city, it is abandoned with no traces of any redevelopment work. In general, the city has been hit hard by the pandemic. It is noticeable in all the areas I have been visiting, and I have stayed in the wealthier side of town. I am told that going to South decadence and poverty are obvious and depressing. I am privileged to be able to enjoy my staying here. Yesterday I had my third encounter with Alan, and the boy has definitely displaced Tomy from the pole position of my favorite guys. It is weird, my brain tells me that I should find Tomy more attractive, but my body responds more to Alan. His ass is amazing, it is almost like it is sucking my dick in. Yesterday I was still very stressed because of my flight cancelation, and was tired and not aroused after our photos session. However, he wanted me and worked me with thirst and passion. It was our third meeting, and again like twice before I busted inside of him. This is really unusual for me, and a high indicator of our good chemistry. He is now publishing in soytuyo and I love to see that he used all my pictures in his new ad. I have one more pic for you. Yesterday, after I busted, he demanded me again to keep digging him until he got his orgasm:

Alan has displaced Tony in my podium. He just left and I am too tired to write more than this line, but I can share a few pics. I am proud because my photography skills are improving.

I would not argue with that, but I have been hearing about experiences like yours from far before Gen Z was even sperm and ovules.

Let's start with the (not so) bad news. Argentinean federal government has put in place restrictions that forced airlines to drastically reduce flights frequencies. I was supposed to be leaving on June 6th. Believe it or not, my new date to leave Buenos Aires is August 4th. I got an email from American yesterday, so you can imagine how stressed I have been since then. I perhaps-maybe-with luck could leave triangulating 30+ hours several stops flights and paying 3K, but fortunately I do not need to do that. Money is not an issue, lodging is not an issue (I already rented a place even better than the current one), not even my job is an issue, they will make accommodations. I am distressed mostly for two reasons. The most important one is my inability to deal with uncertainty. I had a plan that was working perfectly, and it was for a month. I did not plan for two months and right now I am in the middle of making re-arrangements. That stresses me out as hell. The secondary reason is my relationship with my "supervisor". I placed it in between quotation marks because we are also very close friends. She is right now going crazy because she needed me in DC next week, and as I love her beyond our professional relationship, I am upset. Hopefully, I will be fine tomorrow. Certainly, I am better than yesterday. It will be easy to readapt. First, I am not going broke because of this situation. My new airbnb is better and more expensive than the current one, but it is only 500 bucks for the full month. I still have plenty of cash, and if I run out of it I always have the CCs. I would lose the advantage of the black market exchange, but still everything is affordable. I will have to restrict the money invested in sex, but will have more time to explore Grindr and the local sex for free. I will have more time to spend with my mother, the rest of my relatives, and close friends. I will have to stop gaining weight at this pace, but still will be dieting eating delicious local food. My place in DC and my kitty are well taken care of by my friends and they are not a concern. The government's decision caught me unprepared, as the feeling in Buenos Aires is that the restrictions are being lifted. I even went out with friends a few days ago to a great Parrilla, and ate my first provoleta, another item checked out from my To Eat List. We ate in a place by my place, and all the restaurants seem born again with porteños (no tourists in the city) taking advantage of the few expected hours of sun, as rain was in the forecasting. When we sat to eat it was sunny and nice enough to endure the cold with the help of the sidewalk heating towers. When we finish eating, it was freezing and cloudy. So we decided to move inside to a coffee shop. As we were leaving the parrilla, we saw a street performance on its twin restaurant (same owners, we were in the parrilla corner, the other corner was a fish restaurant: La Dorita y La Pescadorita). Take a look, when I film back you can see the parrilla we are coming from. Notice the male siren in La Pescadorita. IMG_3226.MOV We just walked a block to find a nice coffee shop: Alchemia. The menu displayed dozens of coffee variations presented as the work of an alchemist, and the beverages were served in different shapes lab containers. I chose a spoon of vanilla ice cream with a double espresso shot. THE VIDEO THAT SHOULD BE HERE EXCEEDS THE SITE'S LIMITS. YOU CAN WATCH IT AT THE TWIN POST IN GAYGUIDES IF YOU WANT TO Delicious. Today I visited the Mercado de Pulgas. It is specialized in furniture and decoration, a traditional flee market refurnished and pumped as a touristic attraction by the city government. These are some of the pics I took. I loved these bar stalls, to sit butt to butt: I think I mention Mafalda to someone in some forum. She is the main character of a very popular comic strip from the 70s and after, very representative of Porteños hyper psychoanalyzed and over thinking nature. After walking around all these treasures, we sat in an organic bar in the very market to grab a bite. Prices were not low for local standards, just slightly above average, and the food was delicious. I ate a portobello cream soup and a spinach and cheese quiche. Including my water, my check was $AR 590 (U$S 6 at official rate/3.50 at Blue rate). Some of you like to check prices. As of today, June 30th, the exchange rate is U$S 1 = $AR 98 at official/167 at Blue). Take a look. Yesterday was a shitty day with all the stress triggered by my flight cancelation. But I had had a great day before. Tomy came to my place and we had a long session of pictures, video, and sex. I truly love some of the pictures we made, but I was frustrated at my clumsiness multitasking, which affected my sexual performance. I hope so. The other explanation is that I am just aging and my erection is not reliable at all. The boy is a masturbatory nuke, we had an earth shaking two hours fuck a couple of days before, but this time I was not happy with my performance. As I said, I love the pictures, though. I cannot say the same of the videos we recorded while fucking. I cannot fuck and film, my respect to the independent performers who can do that with mastery. Unfortunately, part of the adjustments I will have to make is cutting my budget on escorts. Tomy is relatively expensive and I will not hire him again as a model, hopefully only as an escort. On the other hand, and surprisingly to me, my rapport with Alan does not stop getting better. I am confident you will se more of him in the next weeks. He asked me for a last photoshoot for tomorrow, no charge, with fuck included as my goodbye. Now, that one is not our last chance and the boy is over excited because I am staying longer and we will be able to work more. THAT BOY!

In order of preference based on the experiences they delivered to me, but all of them were fro excellent to outstanding. My number One this year: Tomy Stark My review: https://ilikepinga.com/2021/06/25/tomy/ His ads: http://www.onyce.net/escort-masculino/tomy.html - https://www.soytuyo.com/es/escort-masculino/tomy-brasilian - https://www.leonos.com/es/escort-masculino/tomy-brasilian His Tweeter: @tomystarksex His OF: https://onlyfans.com/tomystarksex My Number Two (head to head with #1): Alan (or Ezequiel) My review: https://ilikepinga.com/2021/06/29/alan/ His ad: https://www.escogeme.com/escorts-masculinos/capital-federal/once/ezequiel-15-5148-9672 His Tweeter: @xparodisx His IG: parodis.alan His OF: https://onlyfans.com/xparodisx My Number Three: Ander My review: https://ilikepinga.com/2021/06/20/ander/ His ad: https://www.soytuyo.com/es/escorts-masculinos My Number Four: Samir My review: https://ilikepinga.com/2021/06/22/samir/ His ads: http://www.onyce.net/escort-masculino/samir.html. - https://www.soytuyo.com/es/escort-masculino/samir

Full report of my two meetings with Alan. This total fun, total bottom, beautiful young man is additionally a fluent English speaker. A must hire if you are in Buenos Aires.

What a weird coincidence. I posted this same poll in gayguides. I just checked it and over there 19 members voted, exactly the same number than here at the moment.

I am vaccinated, and obviously willing to take the risk.

Only for the first 5 days.

I just found something weird. Yesterday, I opened this thread. I just made a joke to @tassojunior that I wanted to edit. So I hit the "edit" button in the post I wanted to edit. This software does not numbered the posts, so to identify it look for the one with the Gateway Hotel animation. Instead of taking me to the editing page where I can work on that specific post, it takes me to a page where all the content in the thread, starting from the survey and my OP and down, show in a raw, without the posters avatars, and without allowing me to edit anything, not even the one individual post I wanted to edit. I am attaching a screenshot. May be is a glitch related to me being the opener of the thread? I am also noticing that the website is running very slow, and some images take a long time to download. Thank you for everything you do!

Oh! Now I understand! 30K Miles! I was making a joke because I thought you had a typo in the tickets' price.