SirBillybob

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 …

Higher average intelligence on this board. /// AFAIK, at the risk of oversimplifying, and through the lens of a critical thinker bystander peeking in on happenings, without prejudice, … an old Canuck geezer early 70s Robard, an extremely wealthy early 30s American mid-west physician surgeon also possessing an Ivy League doctorate in biological terrorism and with high level WHO status, and an early 50s District of Colombia - based Wall Street investment analyst / banker all walked into a bar. Their social media platform affiliations are, to say the least, fuzzy. These representations may be inaccurate and not reflect actual person(a)s. They are not incontrovertible descriptors. All likely seek happiness and meaning in their own fashion. None appreciates being walked all over; Human Nature freshman-level tutorial. Each within the triad diceygal, mississippmiss, and qcbitch oughta now just stay in their respective lanes. It should have all gone fairly well. Stuff happened, one or more is admonished to heal self, and a back-against-wall stalemate sitch appears to be the Season 1 outcome. The series should perhaps stream to the non-renew bin, but a few rapt fans seem wont to shovel lime on an entity long past life support merit. It is non-finance-able, not investment worthy. The plot is funny not funny. Some of the audience eschews drama loves drama. A few minor characters trying to break into showbiz, angling for spin-offs destined to face-plant. The writers strike has evidently yielded non-union scabs, struggling to coherently pull together various plot threads. They are advised to retire their tittle-tattle poison pens and seek shelter crawling under the rocks on which they appear to have been sun-struck. At least one individual has the actual plot down and may be consult-able on a case by case basis. The daft and misanthropic need not apply. Parenthetically, the silly old fart half-demented geezer has not been permanently exiled from any platform whatsoever. He has, however, it is rumoured, ceased applying for the thrills chills spills conferred by providers on the popular but dubiously lit oft illiterate site ÜberNutbars. He is likely not a fan of international relations and is better cognizant of the best contexts for useful experiential learning and external locus of positive experience of self. As one “thought leader” once put it: When it comes down to MSM platforms one is best advised to not trust anyone further than you can throw them.

Gotcha. One of the best examples of coherent wordsmithing this year thus far. Who knew it would be embedded in a message board you essentially describe as being inconsequential, when it is yet of value by many. If it is so lacking in merit, then by extension the degree to which you are a person of consequence is … what now? Your call. You would impute to others the pressing need to maintain presence and status in social media entities you would label as trivial? And here you are lounging all over, trying to make a name, with non-boundaried off-kilter trivia hurtling south. One might say it was in the forecast. You could take a walk and try to get your better self functioning. Otherwise, I don’t detect any other desperados lurking about.

“… Oz doesn’t censor much … it’s usually at the best of his minions.” The above represents literally, semantically, that this Oz (moderator?) is ordered, is commanded by servile unimportant underlings. How does that even track? It perhaps tracks in the same vein as tittle-tattle that contains vast distortions. But bright clever fellows with good social media reputation rankings are inclined to deftly duck the canards of inveterate borderline gossips.

??? So nobody has a hand in governance there, but some have their dicks in governance? I don’t think that the chief mod Oz shirks and he is clearly a good guy. Comparatively, some others suck. I doubt anybody got off scot free, but I understand covers were blown and a few had their hands freely in it as being prone to sticking noses where they don’t belong when not busy, erm, seeking to getting blown or plunking in blown-up material.

Because there are always 7 bottoms lined up giving head ahead of you?

Why book a guy that forages in his sock drawer then forgets where his feet are?

I think we mitigate risk in the same way that you yourself would apply utilizing the means you already know. In fact, your post alone would be instructive for MSMers hypothetically in a STI informational vacuum.

Damned if do or don’t. Is the central question your fiduciary sense in relation to peers that might get similarly burned?

On the fairgrounds.

I was being silly. In clinical practice I was no stranger to advance directives, living wills, powers of attorney. For my parent that outlived the spouse I also pushed for a sibling to take those roles as I wished to water down the notion of hierarchical expertise and promote involvement equity. I did all the heavy lifting in concrete areas, days on end, such as sorting, storing, dump-tipping, donating, etc decades-worth of belongings.

This is not media news but from a range of 1st-ish and 2nd hand accounts. So not to be taken completely at face value. I don’t have all the details but got a text from a friend indicating that in later May an older frail-ish fellow, possibly from UK, was sucker-punched and knocked out cold by a crazed garoto de programa (specific sauna location withheld; any possible distance from Bermuda2.0 Triangle epicentre). By all accounts, the customer can stake a claim to adding masochism to his belt notches. It was out in the open in full view of several witnesses. Apparently a programa was not involved and there may have been but a few minutes of interaction that minimally gobbled up time. What is apparent is that the escort was immediately thrown out, banned, for whatever that’s worth while “triage” ensued. Two days later he had an ad up on Skokka (not the old fellow; unless concussed and confused he also posted an escort profile). Fortunate for the poor sod that the garoto did not lose his shyte behind a closed suite door. I imagine this type of episode is extremely rare in a curated setting and simply underscores that there is a continuum of risk across various models of the what / where / when / why / how / which of trade hiring. It’s the Wild West and one might be better off sticking to where the sheriff is in town. ——- Specious assumptions to follow regarding specific city safety differentials. Discussion optional.

I once did weekly and journeyed several hours for it. It took 4 years to burn out and could have bought an upper-tier SUV or small boat, etc. Justified the travel and paycheque expense by adding an extra weekday evening of professional practice. The effort was borderline sacrificial but may have correlated with degree of intensity of those regular 2 hours. Years later, never even think about it. All roads lead to fickle.

My parents ashes are buried together with a simple plaque rather than headstone in a remote northern location cemetery. They had prearranged and prepaid. None of us go there as it is impractical and there are no other draws, as living there was half a century back. The idea presented above brings to mind that one might see representations of a plant’s growth via photos if taken at times and posted by caretakers. It would take one back more for requiem. Probably a maple; one of at least a half dozen varieties. My siblings are less nostalgic and assert that my ashes would simply be green-bagged and tossed down the most convenient chute. Along with advance directives that crossed paths with a Bic lighter. They are transparent; I’ll give them that.

OK some insidious AI bot has picked up on a particular threshold of quantity of CoPal muggings references and I’ve lost all capacity for critical thought. Got me. I give in to the force. Message received. The Atlantic is off limits. It is not the last of it. New season coming pending strike resolution. Spoiler alert hints: “BM2.0”; “posto”. In the meantime, reruns. Loop it again and again and again … —- Can I trade a concession off for a promise? Let’s make a deal, studio execs.

What costs a soap actor more than paying for sex? Picking up a dinner tab and not paying for sex. -/// Hot is relative. He’s headed to the 95th percentile of smokin’, and has the pedigree to boot.

“W” went by Lorenzo for quite a time. I rarely attend, and he rarely worked, so I don’t know if he dropped that moniker. I know most of the guys’ names and I let on. It’s a small world after all. They don’t seem put off. It’s annoying to have to remember, say, 40 terms of address for 20 fellows. And many of them choose or are assigned pseudonyms that don’t suit their backgrounds, come across as silly, particularly when you realize they were given exactly the correct names at birth. Funny story, one guy was chatting with me as (eg, John) and related a story where he quoted a friend as saying “(eg, Samuel), you need to consider driver insurance when financing a vehicle purchase.” We both chuckled. I once reached out to Lorenzo as a favour for a fellow I met that claimed to be a wealthy surgeon. He indicated he planned to host his rich prep school friends from abroad for a bachelor party in town, as one was engaged. They wanted a housecall stripper of particular background. He turned out to be bogus and, in fact, was later taken to court on a payday loan default. When this came to light and obviously the whole plan was bull, and cancelled, Lorenzo was very good-natured about it. I’m sure they’ve seen it all. I have.

4,999/5,000 Brazilians are not murdered each year. Difficult to quantify x/5,000 consumers of male commercial sex work trade whose lives are spared. Possibly a bit south of 4,999, though controlling for the overall genpop rate. The clues and tips embedded in the media reports are certainly useful for consideration. We will undoubtedly witness again here a conflating of city safety with the risks of sexual interaction for compensation in kind. The posting of the article is and should be ‘fear porn’ relevant to the small band of punters situated in greater harm’s way.

Yeah a tarp and a sturdy stick usually tracks as a makeshift shelter for an impoverished unhoused individual, possibly collapsed. It wouldn’t typically denote having been shish-kabobbed but the inhabitant might be hungry for one. How unsettling a field observation, though.

Whatever it is I’ve been tipped off that, in my case, bearing witness to certain certain specious opinions necessitates monitoring for elevated blood pressure risk, but is the solitary precipitant. (no typo)

Right it’s coming to me … SNL ‘Wayne’ (and Garth). I myself have resided in “Scarberia” for a time and a sibling lived there for decades. I believe I technically gave away my maidenhood within the district boundaries, a bar pickup downtown TO and quick drive up the Don Valley. How green was my valley seeking irrigation? Very.