SirBillybob

That’s not paranoia; that’s hella good common sense, not colour blind viz the 2+ flags waved in front of you. Spidey sense alone a few slices in the Swiss cheese prophylaxis stack.

I popped by last night and see that a very erect undercarriage, in full view of the crowd, had already left the station among enthusiastic cheers and to nobody’s objection. 😉

I observed a particular msg board sitch where the account of a poster was called into question as far as its veracity. A “challenge” was thrown in by Player 1, oddly very attentive in following the material of a poster while criticizing such material as attention-seeking, such that the poster could be cast as adding more details to the narrative already construed as gossip, or maintain status quo, the net option thereby maintaining tittle-tattle status or maintaining withholder status. An inadvertent paradoxical prescription is not that uncommonly lobbed by trolls and bad relations alike. I think that there are better ways to engage for the sake of information-seeking, whether that desire ranges from well-intentioned to voyeuristic. Player 2’s best conceived counter paradox? I think it’s the prescription “Don’t pay attention to me.” That’s the one I think I’d go for. I think it could be then declared: And … match. I think it would be at least as effective as the over-embellished more snitty less clean directive “Pay servile attention to me.” 😉😏

I think the OP knew what to do, that is, in terms of the good advice about extricating himself. He may be debriefing here as members rarely have other sources of support due to the stigma of hiring. He alluded to not following his big head instincts and is perhaps psychologically metabolizing the ensuing shook up emotions in the writing to us, like we are a kind of private journal that speaks back in various ways. He asked a question so he has to roll with the answers and extract what is useful given the nuances of his recent encounter. I spoke this weekend to a chap assaulted in a Brazilian brothel (sauna with escorts), a relative newcomer to the trade scene there. He is still in the city location in Brazil and had some recovery time. He was reluctant to use his own phone but eventually arranged to speak via the WhatsApp of a third party we know in common, a sweet young local spa masajista employee. That third party had mentioned the incident with vague details earlier, but we are back and forth in ‘Portuguenglish’. A lot of the resolution of a bad experience, apart from possible more concrete measures, is derived from getting it off one’s chest. I don’t pretend to claim having made a difference, but hearing him out seemed the decent thing to offer.

Where? … Oh, down there. You alone satisfy a core alert system, and that is not a bad thing. As to reason: If you already understand, no explanation necessary; if you don’t, none possible. As to gossip: The specific criterion is the identification, which you will now predictably satisfy in spite of anybody including self. Ready, set, go. [Subject open at my discretion.]

Anthony, as a values/preferences researcher, I suggest you run a brief anonymous survey for an arbitrary period of time upon venue entrance. Isolated comments about genital nudity and penile tumescence may be coming from a relatively minuscule subsection of your customer constituency. You have a huge tap-able client sample all the time. On entrance check-in you could survey the question: On a scale of 0-10 how important is dancer genital nudity in stage performance? Why not seek this input from actual attendees? You may be surprised. Nudity criteria for dancers may screen out the better overall desired yield of talent recruitment. My own bias is more hot guys without obligatory genital nudity. Nudity is conferable hierarchically viz private dance. You could secondarily ask: If entrance is X dollars without genital nudity, how many more entrance dollars beyond X is show genital nudity worth? The results could be stratified across gender identity, age, and local versus visitor status. You cannot satisfy all people all of the time. But you can know the predominant majority. The club does not need to bear decision dilemmas in an information vacuum. To incentivize, consider a one dollar entrance deduction for short survey completion that takes a few seconds to complete. You are already smart; smart lives on an ascending curve.

A teetotaller spared hangover, I’d only notice a hung honey of a hunk hanging out hanging over and under.

Mon Cher Monsieur M, first of all kudos regarding your tenacious longterm loyalty. I also want to add that your post is one of the most articulate heartwarming messages from the community business side of things that I have witnessed. For my part, I find the music volume could stand to be notched down a bit. Perhaps those decibels will tamp down with the full floor space soon actualized. I think that you do your part to attract talent but the clientele needs to step up to support and sustain the quality of entertainment that is commensurate with end-user customers’ desires.

Word. Lift. Culpability ratio a sliding scale. Witnessed this past year a scene across a crowded bar room between a hideous looking customer and a favourite gacquaintance of mine, seemingly for minimally half an hour before I think I myself moved on to stretch my legs. It was not an enchanted evening exchange. I don’t know if it was a local or an estrangeiro but my gacquaintance was obviously trying to set limits as I tried to refrain from throwing up my Gatorade a little in my mouth. My sense was that the imbecile kept lunging for tonsils while tugging away below without visa clearance. The GI microspasms my own fault for not averting my gaze but, you know, trains veering off rails and such. Like, get a 10-buck room and pony up, cheap-ass bitch. Once you have found him, hello and let him go. My gacquaintance later received what would be considered a very decent fee for canoodling privately in the setting with a client actually dealing fairly. Beautiful handsome masculine built guy with the sweetest of temperaments, doesn’t come in aggressively hot on the floor, rolling with these sorts of hits probably partly for his offspring’s sake. It occurs to me that although honourable decent transactions often occur there isn’t nearly enough compensation baked in for what many a garoto is typically put through on a given shift. —- Cue the: “well you don’t know that the garoto wasn’t fine with it all and their deal didn’t actually stand up at the end of the day … fawnh fawnh, fawnh, fawnh”, from the usual suspect array of spirit-crushing merchandise samplers with delusions of gifting by virtue of their mere presence.

So I just met a Montreal trainer guy worth a trial run for regularship and scheds did not line up for a housecall. He flaked a bit on date attempts and proposed a really inconvenient time because he was busy packing for a longterm visit to: Florida! The first club guy in years here that caught my eye. 😭

Kwellada Cordoba? Just kidding. I don’t give a rat’s hairy ass about the pube growth but I was thinking that keeping it manscaped might be a strategy to reduce kooty transfer given the line of work. I realize it’s also cosmetic.

You don’t clarify whether it is commercial sex work. That might be a relevant distinguishing factor. Is there a time-up expiry for a friend request? Can’t you sit on it? He might change his mind as well or you may have 2nd thoughts. Might be better to take your time now than pedal back after committing. Those optics differ. We live in an era of impatience. Don’t be a sucker for the nervous vigil posed by machines mediating the interpersonal. These dynamics propelled you here for input on a connection decision that 50 years ago would have been likely made very quickly and intuitively, or at greater leisure … without obsessing minute by minute for notifications to steer the course. Like a time when you made dinner plans on Day 0 for Day 12 and all parties just showed up on Day 12. The energy on the actual gathering not the incessant in-betweens. I try not to live in the world of absurdity constantly pulling us in.

Now, Abbott and Costello I can comprehend, but you have yet to arrive at anything our stalwart linguist can interpret. You may find time better spent seeking a blog editor. This: Clown Zé frenches bedsheets and the bully brigade slithers in to grab a corner; no compunction about skulking by a few months later to muss more. What a sad wretch. Bring me your choke-chain and off my bed! —— Gremlins gonna make me punch down all the live long day?

NCIS Bonkersville pilot, submitted by Buckeroo Slowdraw McGrawful. Spuullatt!

A wave and a nod to the backchannelled antidotes. Appreciate.

And? What’s it to you other than opp for feeble burns, assisted death by a thousand obnoxious jibes. Full circle. Usually the first domino lies dormant. Usually. Somewhere over this rainbow, zero ungrounded bullying governance. Galloping around endlessly, vast supply of stink grenades like reverse ring toss off a stub. Hurl & run. Repeat. Stir cauldron. Run. Repeat. Illusions of puppet-mastery. Repeat. Scorched earth delusions. Repeat. Withhold the gravol. Repeat. I don’t know whether to puke or give in to a narcoleptic attack. Bad combo. And the doctor is out, of it. But nice try justifying bad behaviour and smoke-screening around the core problems that later cascaded from bad behaviour. Doesn’t distract from realization of your predominant trait. Your job is to zsuzz up a jackass and hope mere mortals don’t see the cracks. There there now, breathe … breathe. Find the emoticon. Let it go, let it all out, Un. People may luv you while not stomaching you. Grandiosity is palliative. Take more naps.

Readers: there is no antipathy between the showrunners of the two message boards discussed. What does seem apparent is a small band of troublemakers using the existence of the two thematically similar boards to supplement non-salutary agendas centred on disparaging particular members. IMHO there should be at least some degree of mutual exclusivity between the two social media entities. Surely the array of pejorative texts and negative emoticons within each platform on its own should feed even the most insatiable of trolls, non?

Very very very unlikely a contingency imperative to have on hand a thick wad of bills to spin up and cushion the impromptu meeting between a lughead’s fist and an unprepared jaw. Really intelligent to trade off split-second violent gratification for venue earning privileges. Fortunately, seems to have been a freakish anomaly, but bear in mind the capricious potential for the unhinged rage of any inadequately vetted hook-up.

Too busy with trolls. Flyswatter, activate.

At a certain point, when an idiom is overused across various threads and hella appropriated beyond its initial, albeit non-original application, it might make sense to try to stretch for new content. The majority of thought leaders are not putting out audition calls for dumbellina alliances.

Not an irrelevant inquiry. Close to 100% of attendees use the lockers for the valuables you mention and the locker areas are well-supervised. If somebody wants to drag on the tangent about belongings security a new topic may be warranted. It’s a few degrees of separation from assault / bodily harm and the overarching admonishment (not mine) that seems to inevitably pop up to bypass Rio travel in favour of Sampa travel. Thought leaders appreciated.

Right, one would expect garoto shenanigans to be almost run-of-the-mill given the trade context compared, say, to the risks of a public gym or stud poker club, etc etc, and handled in-house to the extent possible. AFAIK the two main Rio venues manage this well and are certainly oriented to ab-fab safety. The lesson imparted is that the less curated and supervised the environment the greater the probability of risk, perhaps, maybe, given evidence of the occasional menace that makes it into the more secure setting. An exile from Dodge may emerge in Deadwood. One’s resources are pretty much limited to what resides above the clavicle, along with number of horseshoes planted lower down.

Whatevs … straight from an obsessed virtue-signalling unstable emotionally volatile mouth to god’s ears. But keep bloviating. Paradoxically, you but blindly facilitate the legitimate agendas of those you would seek to censor, to impugn. Without you, the truth is ambiguously rendered.

Wouldn’t Nosy-Parker NCIS Crazytown cast love to know? Duh. These are public message boards thematically linked. So, erm, like I knowingly know you by type and whack-a-mole game-grade pop-ups, yet with no substantial desire to know you Trap door for pot-stirrers it is, then. Not a striker, struck out, and best advised to look to intubate elsewhere. You are choking on your own slithery tail here. Go feed uninterrupted.

Best to have all the facts before spearheading a GoT-grade shuffle of shame. There are facts and there are facts and then there are facts …