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Getting frustrated by people showing me lists. 😎

Since 2020 - even before that, really - we've always watched a lot of cooking demos - on networks, streaming, socials, YT - they're a staple of my entertainment consumption. Some episodes/recipes validate tricks or techniques already in my repertoire, but more open my eyes to a specific combo of flavors or textures or a new sequence of prep, cooking, or presentation. ATK has proven itself reliable - I'm a food science nerd, I guess. They give well-researched results and explain why particular methods consistently work better than others. Now let me get back to my Fritos.

Change what you will, Downton will always remain the same. To wit, turn down an offer from Thomas Barrow, and you'll risk being fired, or winding up dead and dragged back to your bed by the future Countess of Grantham. 😂

Lan Lam is an excellent instructor, and I have had success with more than a few of her recipes/techniques. I will give this a go!!

Safe sex with a condom is more likely to confine pleasure for the condom wearer than the penetrated partner. Bottom escorts who are truly diligent with all their prevention meds may upcharge for the added BB pleasure to new topping clients without taking excessive risk, just because they can. The answer to "ask me" may be determined by what the client is packing...

The blurry line between escort and massage is more problematic for some clients. Others want the "will he/won't he" mystery. Sometimes, in that scenario, he won't. Yesterday, I wanted a legit massage, hired a new (to me) masseur, and made clear upon arrival that he could remain in his shorts, as I wanted bodywork. He did a decent job, did not try to upsell, yet felt connected, and I paid the listed fee, and I tipped well. So when I definitely want more than massage from a massage provider, I have the best outcome when I hire an escort, at that rate, with massage experience and a cross-checked masseur listing. I can specify the usage of the time when booking. Extras do cost extra, sometimes.

I'm hardly a fan of either of them, but I wish them well. At 35, with in$ane passive income, she might just want to be a mom. 🥂

This is definitely going to thrill people. But,

Say, "Honey, I'll bring you the mayo coleslaw instead" 🤣 My home-made Caesar is very garlicky and very Anhovy forward (1 can + oil) made with one raw yolk. Served w large GF croutons, lots of Pecorino Romano and an optional garnish of additional anchovies for the deep fans. It's magnificent. Tickle my taint, and you'll get grilled chicken added for free. 😎

Surely there must be others on RM you can hire instead. Be his parents' nice gay neighbor, who can be counted on to look out for them while he's in Boston. Neither of you can possibly regret that.

Perhaps we might reconsider consider the weight of the word "Dream" in the phrase. Lore, slogans and fairy tales tell our dreams can come true. If dreams CAN come true, doesn't it also mean that they might not? And might some external forces find that my dream gets in the way of theirs?

Aside from Lyft/Uber/Taxi which is door-to-door, the ways of reaching the incall can vary and knowing parking situation in advance either requires a pre-appt recognizance trip, or a hint from the provider. If not mentioned in the profile, in LA at least, you gotta bring it up before confirming.

If you want a deeper umami with a vegetarian recipe, add tomato paste at the end of the aromatics sauté (onions, garlic) and let it darken in the pan, stirring constantly, before adding any other liquid. I do it almost every time I use the paste in soups and sauces and the payoff is especially great when the right meat is not within reach. And haven't we all been there?

I’m drawn to the more ordinary-looking 35+ providers, which buffers the disparity… I used to be pretty, once upon a time. Respectfulness, hygiene, and humor go a long way to fill the gap. That, and a hefty cash tip.

“When getting it for free is simply not worth the effort”

I thought about hiring one I can watch as he puts up some shelves.

At one time, I would have checked into the situation. Now, I’m happy to shop online and pick up at will-call.

Bottom line: all work environments are, in one way or another, hostile to human beings. We value personal comfort in a way that is detrimental to discernment of what is dangerous and what is icky. “I went to the Respect-In-The-Workplace training session, and all I got was this fucking T-shirt”

Talk about the Wayback Machine… I was on holiday in Paris. A business acquaintance had referred me to an address in Montmartre. A distinguished man opened the door, and I handed him the both the card of my friend, by way of introduction, along with my own. I was shown to a sitting room, comfortable, candle-lit and warm. The gentlemen brought me a whiskey, and asked me to be comfortable and wait for 3 minutes, and left, closing the door behind him. It can’t even have been that long before a 20-something man entered from another door that existed behind a bookcase. Tall, hirsute and a little thick, capped off with a Leyendecker face topped with a mop of brown curls. He came over to me, and before I could stand up to look him in the eye and shake his hand, he had shed his robe and pinned me with his lips and chest to the chair. A flurry of mad contact and teasing led to the adjacent bedroom. Everything I might have wanted to happen, did, and the fair business concluded with a passionate kiss, a warm hug and a laugh. I saw him only one more time before returning stateside. It was imperative to sail from Europe the day after, as Archduke Ferdinand had just been assassinated. 😏

My finale takeaways 1. George Russell sure heals fast. 2. Oscar’s haircut distracts in every shot that isn’t him in bed. 3. Why can’t we have seen just one brief happy sex scene with Duke and Gladys? 4. Bodices for the ladies who sit need to be fit with them seated. 5. I can’t wait to see Carrie Coon return to playing contemporary characters.

My red flags for massage are few. •Under 35. •Less than 5yrs experience. •No table. •Deposit

What was once easily recognized as satire now blends seamlessly with the bizarre reality of behavioral tolerance today. I’ve loved these broad outrageous genre-spoof comedies since seeing Airplane! in the theater. Once they allow the Studio Legal Dept. to determine what’s funny, the fizz is gone.

Myself, of course. Partly out of curiosity, but mostly to keep the money in the family.

Leftover potatoes cubed or sliced with chopped onions, salt and pepper (add other flavors or herbs) in an oiled pan on med high burner. Press down with spatula to maximize contact with pan and fat. Let them cook a while before turning. Then keep them moving, allowing them to sit and brown after each flip. Great hash brown flavor and texture - not too fine. Shredded? Find a latke recipe.