SirBillybob

What exaggeration, and speaking of things dropped.😱🫢

That is unfair, no doubt about it. Problem is it’s not a profession where vetting and cancellation contingencies can be easily operationalized. I am reliable in hiring and had experienced reliability from decades of clients within a more conventional professional service realm. I have no suggestions that I imagine could make a difference.

But my god when you have a breakthrough win that takes but minutes to arrange, is true following TGTBT(?), and making you blush while close to fainting with excitement. (Gutto is just the emoticon brand) This particular illustration of the tail end of a brief communication setting up plans occurred following the date of your post. ScreenRecording_06-30-2025 14-04-05_1.mov

Ah, well, you’d already evidently answered your own question about strip club locations beyond the perimeter you subsequently dictated as open for discussion. Glad to be spared the research. —— Addendum: Well if I had known you were to subsequently add a codicil to your above earlier post in which you confer to yourself the privilege of comparator city expertise in terms of the minuscule slice of urban life that a handful of stripper venues represents, I’d have thought twice about referencing The Village as subsumed within Montreal’s overall revisionist agenda regarding order and social infrastructure supports. I had posed no objection to broader downtown urban comparisons. In contrast, you posed an objection to my elaboration of social dynamics beyond The Village as if I were colouring outside the lines of topic chat. Let’s be clear here. The nuances of the Montreal narrative and gay district history are better understood by longtime residents. But you are right about you yourself having a constricted perspective based on focused interest; that’s fine and all that’s required is to view commentary in that context. I will decompress later today having a laugh at Campus inclusive of the neat female Québecois women that help to keep local businesses running.

It’s a holiday weekend, gorgeous weather, tomorrow being Canada Day, and you will see more of every representation of persons in that area. The ratios don’t alter much according to density of gathering. In the past few weeks since pedestrian zone allocation and terraces I don’t recall seeing any police presence. Following fireworks evenings within the regular summer schedule there are thousands on Ste Catherine walking along the Village section but the police resources are allocated towards the bridge due to people and traffic congestion. You will notice that those cadets exude a live-let-live vibe and are not there to scatter the unfortunate. This is in keeping with police walk-throughs at Campus and Stock where a blind eye is turned regarding what a few feet away is essentially criminal under Canadian law. A little gratitude along with a judicious degree of forbearance on the part of visiting punters is welcome. At the very least, less whining when what is on tap is so good.

Oh, pardon me. I didn’t realize that Portland is an enclave within The Village in Montreal. Perhaps that comes with oregon so much front of mind when the maine affluenza-dictated agenda is tourism unencumbered by minor inconveniences yet frivolous grousing about them.

Sure, a visitor comes here and stays within a few block radius with the aim of capitalizing on the unique offerings of hassle-fee eroticized fun. Renders a fact-deficient opinion related to the complexities of poverty; mental health; and the confluence of street-based social services, on-the-spot non-police roving team minor dispute resolution, health care worker street-based triage, shelter outreach, and police presence assessing the wellness of the majority of innocuous unhoused citizens. The city’s aim is not to clear out the unhoused; there are no permanent housing options. There are more overnight homeless than there are shelter beds. That The Village is considered by some as a representative microcosm of the unfortunate reality of homelessness in Montreal is laughable. There are far greater clusters in the broader downtown area where co-existence is quite as manageable as it is for the relatively tame Village environment. Where I reside it’s not possible to walk to food markets without dozens of unhoused adults hanging out on walkways and stoops. They don’t bother me. For the most part they share survival tips among themselves, and they are far more exemplars of sub-community banding and bonding together within commonly unfortunate circumstances than they are nuisances. Sure, they have disagreements similar to any family system. Most importantly, they are far above snobbery and not bitter towards those to whom a rotten life deal was not dispensed.

From the topic title I thought the theme is about how expanded the sphincter is.

I knew of Hartigay from awards shows but don’t watch cable TV serial dramas. And very cursory knowledge of Mansfield, who as it turns out was talented across a variety of traditional central art forms The documentary is superb. Make sure you catch a bittersweet family scene near the end where a family member cracks up the others present, rich comic relief.

The Bear has deteriorated so much you’d think the first two seasons were actually called The Bull.

It will be sub-specialized, some non-uniformed, and I understand a few dozen spread across multiple boroughs as well as integrated with other social services, so it’s hardly SWAT grade and is distributed rather thinly. I don’t think the average resident or visitor will perceive much difference in law enforcement presence. I tend to see mainly young “cadets” (trainees?) on foot or bicycles in The Village. Of course the usual squabbling about how the funds should have been allocated and who is best trained to handle where social vulnerability intersects with criminal activity.

To be clear, it’s not prohibiting published content which is all I view anyway. In fact it’s news to me Onlyfans has a live cam option and I don’t utilize Chaturbate or other platforms. Phone and text chat not prohibited, so perhaps some will view while communicating. This could pull more women fine with cam work into the realm of in-person meets. I’m not about to swede it or have my fun held hostage Stockholm syndrome style.

Two words a copper apiece: Serenity Prayer

Master’s as well as the sudden need for a crash course in cheaper DIY dog grooming.

But a nice Chianti and a side of fava beans occasionally.

If it were this exhausting I’d just use my hand or a fleshlite.

I didn’t have to try anything. I’d have resumed meeting him the following weekend but he made the proposal. A nice enough place and he was far from friendless and family interaction at his location. In fact, I felt obligated to ask the homeowner for their blessing to have company. He isn’t the reason I resist paying for socializing. I just think it’s dumb and manipulative.

I simply don’t get the paying for basic social interaction playbook. To me it’s being had. I had a regular, stunning stripper, for several years that was accustomed to almost weekly short-time earnings from our meetings. Friendly, not friends. One time I was housesitting a 5-hour drive away and he drove over at his own gas expense upon my invitation for the weekend. We had the usual fun. He made me a gourmet breakfast. He received the same usual compensation amount based on 1-2 hours and we both knew I wasn’t going to repeatedly impose unrealistic expectations. In fact, he was still going to be ahead. My loyalty and consistency was enough reward for him. We didn’t need to insult each other. That said, I understand the idea of some monetary payment but a modest amount for using up what would be otherwise their free time, especially if it’s frequent. I don’t buy into the notion that you are cutting into their maximally lucrative time. If that is the case, I would prefer to take a pass on the faux socializing. Buying into the idea that you are responsible for squandering their personal hierarchy of needs resources is absurd.

I would be employing a different finger pointed at such a menu composition.

Better be an option of hand-cut, curly, and sweet potato.

“This is what I pay, full stop. How happy I end up may vary. All physiological releases are as normative as the nongenital musculoskeletal benefits of body message. If I squeal too loudly for the neighbours we can chalk it up to primal therapy.” [Ball in play] ”I capitulate to paying more because that is the convention established by other payers in which degrees of happiness are ranked according to degrees of payment. Ejaculate is yucky, an imposition on you, and should cum at a premium. That is the prevailing narrative, the unalterable contract established by my peers, one I grudgingly accept as compensation for unpleasantness and loud noises.” [Own goal] In other words, it takes a unified village and that’s not going to happen.

Surely the flattery of having any service proclaim that one is their best customer should inspire one to be consistently generous to a fault.

If you want to avoid the top Apple rental rate, Sinners début on Max and on Crave (Canada) is July 4th.

I believe it about as much as I believe that some men have the potential to be well bred.

Good to know because Kilometrage is such a mouthful.