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Rainbow and the hotel on which it sits are, in fact, in Consolação. However, it has been open and advertising activities steadily, so that seems inconsistent with renovations unless the venue has operated while accommodating refurbishment. I think it is wise of RPS to keep it under wraps since community activism against brothels is not unheard of ... better for it to have left the station.

Oh, you are just steps east of the wildly popular gem Bordados Peninsulares where I bought a dozen (unembroidered) high quality caps for about $7 apiece, a small fraction of northern prices. I am always losing these things but have only misplaced 2 so far, and at that price they are essentially discardable.

For my long stay last winter, I would have on my own sampled a few places but was vetoed by my people who think it is too big a hassle to hop around. This meant, of course, our choices were reduced in high season due to availability calendar dates. Due to “their” inflexibility, the deal was that I would choose and there had better not be any whining if not optimal. All in all, a good deal for the size, and ridiculously inexpensive splitting the rental rate. Electric bill around 10 bucks total 3.5 weeks. We were content. The house was in the northwesterly quadrant not far from Santiago market and just up from the top-rated boutique lodgings The Diplomat. Nevertheless, usually walked a dozen city blocks to the true Centre, or Über for 1-2 bucks ... At your door before you could barely lock up. We often walked to dinner and planned on Über home but usually changed our minds to walk off dinner. Über was so cheap I took it to the 2 separate bus stations south/east quadrant to purchase ahead of time cheap tickets to various excursion choices. (Tom, the house 78 and 51, near the 49 bus.) Neighbours either side in non-reno’d homes. Four cock-a-doodle-doo fighters raised on one side along with a pitbull also bred for dog-fighting. Sweet older lady other side who held a spare key in case we locked ourselves out by accident. Motorcycle gang (harmless) nearby. Convenient Thunder Gym 10 minutes on foot. There was an absolutely gorgeous new B&B on the corner. Interesting mix of upscale and run-down buildings. A few meat and produce kiosks in a residential zone and an OXXO convenience. On my own could have “ho”-sted without impediments ... the “manager” seen just once, and only to bring a new toaster oven we requested following self-serve lockbox check-in. Unforeseen issues that may arise: We were lucky but you could end up nearby a very noisy gut-and-reno; they are ubiquitous and scattered throughout. For a long stay you would want to vet the neighbourhood. Who wants hours of banging and hammering while trying to chillax by the pool or sleep late, nap in a courtyard hammock, etc? Incessantly yapping dogs. Other visitors in the area complained about their otherwise tranquil setting disrupted by constant barking from adjacent yards. We had the roosters crowing noisily a lot but no canines. Poorly controlled miniature ant infestation ... swarms in your kitchen requiring complete sealing of foodstuffs. We had this annoyance but nearby locals said it was not uncommon. Our manager claimed it had been recently fumigated. We got accustomed to it, and keeping counters free of any iota of sweet stuff seemed effective. One droplet of pancake syrup would have a long lineup of these little buggers climbing up to feast.

Mind you, the place is no longer cozy because it was ripped down, the land sold, and a new (cozy? unlabelled?) 2-story structure built. Hmmmmm ... got to give the ansiosos a little something to chew on, right?

I am not betting the farm on it, but the now closed New House was described as “cozy” by Spartacus Guide. That location is very close to Av Paulista but technically a bit south of Consolação, in Bela Vista very close to MASP. In contrast, Rainbow is a few floors atop a hotel.

It appears Leo is now in Italy but using his PTG number.

Up at Progreso on the coast ... lighthouse in town, and sunset (I do not think the sun sets on the water any time of year)

And Uxmal site (video 1:42) ... FullSizeRender.mov

(video 4:18) Some of the framing and composition was altered by the app, but I did not wish to post a long arrangement of dozens of still photos FullSizeRender.mov

Keep receipts ... At least in the short term. I took a local to lunch and dropped him at his apartment where he was changing for the gym. I had an untouched portable size mineral water from the restaurant in my hand when I entered a nearby supermarket my lunch companion directed me to for produce. They did not have what I want. As I left, a child in a security uniform, who turned out to be the store's pint-sized guard, grabbed me by my knapsack that was over my shoulders and he dragged me quickly into a back room where he locked me in behind a grate after getting a young female employee to stay with me. My guess is that he left briefly to perhaps check out videotape. This gave me a chance to text my lunch companion to come and help me. Then while being pelted with speedily articulated Spanish my knapsack was examined. I had the restaurant receipt in there with the water itemized. After demonstrating this, all was well, I was released, and my lunch partner was on his way but able to continue instead to his gym appointment. It all happened very startlingly and rapidly.

Shoulda' known ... And you accelerate from Coke Zero to Sixty Cock at elliptical breakneck speed.

Maybe Fri or Sat late night at Thermas. Makes sense because it’s weekend. You can see the popular time graphs by day of week on Google. If it's a Monday, forget about it. One provider there said there is an uptick of business following late-night/early-morning club partying. I doubt it is hopping, though. The guys I like seem to be checking out by 22:00 ... in fact, some of them seem to be going out clubbing, or to their otherwise real lives far more fabulous than whoring, and a good evening's worth of earnings supports that reward. At least one of them I met on my last trip does club gogo stints following a Thermas shift. Clubs (and evening meal too) get rolling quite late, as you know. It should be perfect for my circadian rhythm, but I can never seem to draw on my batteries past midnight. There is a handful of guys that seem to live in Thermas, some of them oldtimers and others visiting from Latin America on meagre budgets, adapting to getting sleep as needed in the free cabins.

Tomcal, what flavours of Gatorade will be available?! On second thought, never mind ... since one poster here continuously and relentlessly attributes the trait of self-serving dishonesty to your friend, the revelation of softdrink choices may prompt a tailspin of speculation about whether the information is transparent and about how it meets his greedy nefarious agenda. LOL

This is one of the reasons I was being coy and avoidant about some questions, but admittedly went a little too extreme sending up the speculation. You have an insider view, I half expected some clarification from you and waited patiently rather than jumping the gun, and your association with the owner made me pause and think twice about revealing data that is his business and the business of his chosen professionals and friends, even if a few taps on the keyboard bring some of the legal issues to light because they are not classified top secret, none of which are relevant to the move after all. My ‘wait and see’ spidey sense is justified. Anything beyond the central imperative of a viable ho-house is telenovella pulp.

I am not a monster. If avó can ace (beat) the screening challenge, this fairy'll consider granting the iWish.

This is easier and a bigger hoot than shooting fish in a barrel of monkeys. LOL I think that even Rodolfo would be pissing himself, and not due to an unexpected sneeze as oft occurs for me. I have great respect for Magnificent Obsessions, but please please do not let the Lagoa question steamroll you as flat as a tapioca crepe. I make no claim to the relevance of what can be easily unearthed. As an old geezer, please excuse my reckless and sloppy smear redaction of a miniscule slice of overall content appended. My demented recollection was that a Board member generated rumour-grade suppositions about the possible association between a deceased stakeholder and a surviving stakeholder impacting on the future of a beloved whorehouse. I am sure it is nothing, as I continue to think about it in passing since I stumbled upon content a few days ago. Nevertheless, I will forthwith attend a Knowledge Anonymous meeting and ackowledge the characterological deficit of being drunk with the power of overblown illusory knowledge. Blather, blather, et cetera et cetera.

Minor fly in the petroleum jelly ... One fellow proceeds to apply traditional Vaseline for anal, with condom of course. It is of course much more economical there compared to recommended lube. Some massage guys with "complete anal-inclusive happy ending" appear to be using oil-based lotion from a bottle. In later text follow-up I inform the Vaseline guy of the advantages of water- or silicone-based and I offer to purchase for him, as a gift, a generous 'starter kit'. He changes the subject and does not take me up on my offer. Luckily, I carry around enough mini-packets for ad hoc use instead.

"Nothing sexier than salt and pepper" ... have I been overlooking this aspect of my stock value? Maybe I should casually flip it around more alluringly. LOL

Among the best laid and priceless plans described here in a while.

All garotos de programa are manwhores/gigolos but not all manwhores/gigolos are garotos de programa in the way we typically conceptualize, experience, and hire in a brothel context. Crown and hot young stud walk into a gay cruising bar with cabins, together or separately. The bar prohibits "program kids". Crown and hot young stud are eventually witnessed entering and leaving a private cabin together. OMG! What happens in Vegas does not stay in Vegas but dwells in the Vague minds of overexcited or scandalized witnesses who redefine the venue as a sauna com boys. Surely I am not the only one who has paid for sex in a bathhouse that is definitively not a whorehouse. I could be wrong but I doubt the house staff are examining wallets at entry and departure. What I am more curious about is the sandals/towel question. One reviewer suggests it is BYO, so I would want to determine this ahead of time.

Correction: Providencia. As many of you know, Providenciales is Turks&Caicos.

Oh, here is the reference, but I don't think anything came of it other than that I looked up the now familiar location and streetview image at the time ...

To see the twin-city social media just go to Instagram: sevencruisingbar Looking at the address and streetview, I was pretty sure this location was brought up some time ago on this Board, but I cannot find the posts. It may have been a different name then.

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Baron Cohen, according to my Netflix notices I find hard to keep up with, now stars in a highly related espionage drama. I assume it is a serious role in which search skill requirements exceed those of Bing and Google. I am not fully up on his history, but it may be a complete departure from his previous comedy typecast role choices. Guv'ner inn't?