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Not close to the Pelourinho or to either of the saunas from my trip there in 2011. But then you already know my recommendations for where to stay while in Bahia.

He hasn't written you yet? Send him a Torpedo. And more than one to show more than a bit of intrest. He needs to know that you're serious. Well, are you or aren't you?

Go back to Igustemi shopping and offer him 1000Reais for all of Saturday night after work, all day Sunday until Monday morning. If he says he needs to work Sunday, tell him he needs to request it as an emergency in the family. And set all of the ground rules after he asks where your interests lie. Here in Rio the shop girls get no more than 50% over the minimum wage plus a percentage of commissions over a certain floor minimum. Besides a nice discount on their store purchases. Depending on the type of work performed in SP, the minimum salary varies between 690Reais and 755Reais. But depending on where is the job, some make a bit more.

No idea who you are pining for, but trust me, there is another just around the corner for 117, even hotter, with a better attitude, willing to be your beck and call boy, and for less money than you are willing to throw away on whoever or whatever. The guy in 117 is playing you like a Strad and you are falling for it. When he has emptied you of whatever is in your wallet or on your debit card, perhaps you will take a step back and examine the entire sociological milieu. In respect to my avatar, not the prettiest guy. Nor the best looking. He won't stop traffic but then he also won't brake mirrors. However, and let me qualify this as someone whom might not do 3-ways and 4-ways like you know who, but I do live here permanently and do get around more than a little bit now for over 3 years, have been to almost all of the saunas at one time or another. And without a doubt, this guy in my avatar is the absolute best sex I have had in my life. A true whore. Knows exactly how to please another man. He knows all of the tricks. Heck, he is twenty-seven now and has been turning tricks on the street since he was 15. The true male sexual animal. And a truly terrible person.

He is a simply an adult man attempting to sell his body for money in a male whorehouse. Econ 101. Product to sell looking for a consumer. Nothing more. Nothing less. You are the client. For whatever reason, he does not want to work for you. FUGGEDABOUTIT. There are over 12 million people in metropolitan Rio de Janeiro. He is most definitely not the be-all or end-all. Here in Rio, there are stores that sell paper and plastic goods -throw-away items. Called here in Portugues -DESCARTAVEIS. Discardables. He is one. If not this month, soon enough. In the US, I think most will usually give someone a second or third chance. But in Rio, with the multitudes willing to work for minimum or near-minimum wage, that doesn't happen. No second chances. Ditto for the man whore/sauna "boy". Give him your name, phone, e-mail if you wish, but forget him and find another. Open your eyes, NEXT!

The play on Broadway was spectacular.

Depends how much the discount is for the hotel that they will receive. Only about 1/2 mile distance from the hotel to the start of Leblon.

Definitely within spitting distance of the Vidigal favelados. But a very short taxi/bus ride to the wonderful lifestyle of the beaches and restaurants and bars of Leblon and Ipanema.

I've been to a "few"(insert chuckle) of Rio's Love Motels. Not an expert with an encyclopedic knowledge. But from the the most basic place across the street from the Campo de Sant'Anna to a mid-range place like the Hostal on Ave. Gomes Freire in Lapa, Lido in Copa as well as another around the corner from La Cueva to a much more luxe across the street from the Igreja Nossa Senhora da Gloria on the Largo do Machado, and also the tres-chic Scort Motel in Sao Conrado, and more than a few others in between, but I was unfortunately never offered a room comparable to the medieval whips and chains of the Shalimar. Woe is me. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/18/rio-de-janeiros-love-hote_n_2505766.html#slide=more275669

He's a little puppy(filhote in Portuguese)that needs lots and lots of training. And I already have a puppy in the house that needs my attention. My bitch popped out nine of them on September 6th. The older brother has experience and knows what's what.

The continuing problems with the electrical suite, both fore and aft, cause serious discomfort. The lithium-ion, rechargeable batteries are just the latest indication of something more serious. Ditto the broken windshields, which could be caused by malfunctioning electrics as well. As with the fire in test plane 2, the past week's fire in Boston and now in western Japan, definitely not normal teething problems. One of these wonderjets could be flying over the Pacific from Narita to the US, and be three hours away from a diversion airport, rather than only 15 minutes when the melting from the excessive heat begins. Not cool.

"Then you must be from New York"

So EXPAT is quite sure that she was reading this off of a teleprompter? And she still rambled to this extent? She has won two Oscars after all. Been nominated for others. I loved her in small supporting role in Inside Man. Quick, smart. She seemed to be in that same zone, but rambling a bit. So I thought she was speaking extemporaneously. The more I thought about the speech, the more I appreciated where she was coming from and its subtext.

I have been thinking about nicparks post while visiting the saunas each of the past two nights. 117 on Tuesday and Novo Meio Mundo last night. His question about getting the boys to notice you caught my attention. And my opinions. Start with two important words here as pertaining to sex. Safado and Tesao. One less so. Tarado. Someone who is REALLY without shame is a safadao. sa-fa-DOW. When you are really horny, you are com tay-SOW. And someone who is REALLY, REALLY excited is a ta-ra-DOW. The ending pronounced like we would "WOW" Anyway, this heat down here has been really getting to me. The heat index was up to 117 on Tuesday. But I had to go into the city to take care of a couple things and after, I thought if I felt better, I have the numbers of two guys I can call in the city outside of the saunas. Neither was available so..... with the free suites at 117, I thought I'd have a visit. Still feeling crappy, I just sat in the lounges, both in and out and tried not to look at any guy more than once. I really thought I'd have a cardiac event if I started up with someone two days ago. And nicparks, all the guys were looking at me and seeing if there was any interest. I really had none. Two guys who I have been with came over to me and tried to change my mind. I mentioned the possibility of me having a stroke, here called an AVC, and they took my "no" as a definite answer. Simple really. Give them the thumbs up, nod your head, smile and lift your drink to them. They will come running. If nothing else, you are buying them a drink while getting to know them a bit. It is a whorehouse after all. They are whores and they are there to earn money. Quite easy. And if they are clients who are not selling it, they will be quite pleased that you thought so much of them that you offered to pay for it with them. And if there is a connection, you would pay for the suite, if it happened to be on a free night, is all. As I was getting ready to leave, finally feeling much better, I felt very safado, or as my ex-boyfriend still calls me, safadao. Very, very, very shameless. Three different guys cocks I grabbed onto in the hallway leading to the exit as well as the foyer at the top of the stairs. Right out in the open, brightly lit. Tested their girths, levels of flacidity, possibilities of continued growth, and started chatting with "just as research, mind you" toward your post's question. I grabbed their long thick cocks, like an elephant's trunk on one paulista, and had a bit of a talk. I can happily report that not one took offense. I was just checking out the merchandise. Smelling the produce at a fishmonger, as it were. Last night at Novo Meio Mundo, I had a date with one of my side pieces. He has only been working at the saunas for a week. 33, married, two daughters, but very hot, very sexy, loves to talk really dirty. Interesting. I was feeling very, very safadao with much/muito tesao excitedness. Not my normal manner, but in the interests of research for nicparks, I wanted to see what I could get away with. Taking my finger, licking it and massaging the head with my spit. Check. Having him chewing on my nipples. Check. Beating him off at the banquet and sticking my hand up the love canal. No problems. He even opened his towed and sat on the bench totally naked. Check. Embarrassment. We had a very nice programa. Until he had the notion that I was into licking his feet. NOT. Had a secon programa with the older brother who was at my home over New Year's Eve. Also, only in the interest of research, I wanted to see what I could/couldn't do. Normally, not my style. However, last night, I asked him if I could top him. He said sure. Before, he was a confirmed ativo liberal. Anything but taking it from behind. When I was demanding, he said no problem. He did ask for 80 instead of 60, but he does ejaculate as well. Beautiful penis with 22cm hard. So..being safado(or maybe like me being a safadao) in the saunas is not shamefull, having tesao in the saunas only means that you have got a stiff willy thant needs attention and being a taradao only indicates that when you leave the sauna, your wallet will be a little or a lot lighter.

Yes. There is a baby bro' who I have nicknamed the"filhote" or "puppy." His given and nicks are more than a mouthful for me to pronounce, Elijairo and Jairzinho, so it is just easier to call him Filhote. Like a good puppy, he has learned his name quickly and comes when called.

Here are a couple of the look-alike in the pool on New Year's Eve/Reveillon and one of the baby bro'

Rapa Nui: One of my favorite titles. Practice effort for an H2O film for one of the biggest bombs in cinematic history. The director never really recovered. Michael Cimino Part Deux, as it were.

One excellent reason to change out of your close and get into a towel or sunga, along with the Havaianna's/sandalias/flip-flops/chinelos is all of the fun times that will be missed in the wet and dry saunas. The guys are not bashful about wrapping and unwrapping their towels and showing their wares(as it were) in any location in the sauna. However, they are bashful about getting too touchy-feely in front of other boys and clients. So things like heavy kissing, minor amounts of cocksucking, nipple action, fingers up buttholes, etc, much more often take place inside the saunas.

AC in all four of the bedrooms, along with ceiling fans as well. Living room with ceiling fan only but the adjacent bedroom with the door open does cool it down as well. However, living on top of a hill in front of the water, I do get really great fresh air from all directions. But I did have to run the air for three nights in a row. I was afraid that the seals might have dried out when I attempted to switch it on. Big fingers crossed moment.I hadn't needed to turn the air on for four years actually. Luckily, Lucky, it worked. Saturday we were into the mid-nineties and last night after a short but strong shower it was very pleasant sleeping once more. It was much hotter and sweatier last night in the suites at Meio Mundo, most of which were lacking air. I was in heaven with a Dylan McDermott look-alike.

Campo Grande, on the west side of Rio de Janeiro, set a new record not seen since 1915. 109degress. 43.2 Celsius. In Saude, part of the Zona Portuaria, close to Meio Mundo and the Praca Maua, reached 106degrees or 41.3 today. Usually Bangu and Campo Grande are the hotest part of Rio de Janeiro as there is a depression in the land out there and the heat just seems to build and build. But surprising as to how hot it is near the water here on Guanabara Bay. Going for a swim in the mud on New Year's Eve should be close to jumping into a tub of loose, fresh poop. Yech. Tradition says that a mudbath on January 1st brings you good health for the coming year. Unfortunately I don't think I can send in one of my dogs by proxy.

Sorry for not translating "favelado" Hazard of living here is after a bit of time my brain thinks in Portuguese and then need to translate back to English. Exact definiation would be that a favelado is one who lives in a favela. However, Not in this case. It is more having to do with the behaviour patterns. Boorish. Instant consumption of whatever and then toss the litter anywhere immediately. No notice of filth. Common courtesy? Not. Lack of manners. No vision for the future. Living only for the moment.

Besides the temperature index for the last three days of 100F to 105F. I hooked up with my AVATAR after a separation for two years. Being a true favelado, lying to him comes just as naturally, if not more so than the truth. Honest. Yes. Sexy. Definitely. All of the rest, lots and lots of bull. One of the guys who is at MM, who has the nickname there of the Mohican or Chico, live near each other in the group of favelas between Cascadura, Madureira and Vila Valkirie, northwest of the Maracana. And ran into him on a bus, a big surprise/coincidence, and got his new cell phone. After a couple of phone calls, we met up downtown, near where he works. I was thinking just to chat. He wanting much more. I saw him and of course, was attracted immediately. If anything, he looked better than before. More mature to me. Hotter. He put on a bit of muscle. No steroids in evidence. Surprise. We ended up spending the night at my home. More than just catching up. One great night of festivities but no future. Just an incredible sexual being, very skilled, talented what have you. Had a late night swim in the pool. Sex under the stars. All of the good stuff. But unfortunately the bullshit outweighs even that. Way too much to put up with. His stories and lies are just too much to put up with after a period of time. If I only wanted to use him for his body, then it wouldn't matter. Alas, I was hoping for more... It has been truly hot here. Temperature wise. Combined with a breeze you have loittle clue that dehydration is happening and then next thing you know, heat stroke. Lots and lots of gin and tonics with ice pool side. Pleasant way to spend Christmas without cold, rain, sleet, snow or ice.

Developmentally disabled, perhaps?

I just got chills thinking the worst, that Mittens will win and enact this shite.

Amen to that