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Chamber of Deputies votes tomorrow whether to throw in with the Senate to revoke recent visa reinstatement. Tentative opinion is that the proposition will pass.

Don’t try reasoning with a bot. One recent 117 quiet night there were a few escorts seemingly waiting at the stairs landing to be called up in sequence. The punter was evidently from a nation in which the Med Sea touches its coast. As this seemed unusual I asked one of the escorts not in queue what that was all about. He said it was a rich client. I had to chuckle; it likely cost the equivalent of a few drinks and a brief private dance at strip club night in Canada.

That comment tracks. Look at the lips, realize that her imaginary mirror is not there for the sake of safety. You are channeling Chicago nurse, Ratchett trained, badgering psychologically integrated persons on this board on top of harassment of amputees on the CTA to your imaginary shift work at your appropriately padded post?

Get some rest, Lazybones.

Mavica?

… who, by his own admission socially awkwardly badgers commuting amputees, coming in hot regarding the provenance of their missing body parts.

On 2nd thought, I’ll go for it … Desperate Housewives of Saugatuck.

Yeah because thalidomide survivors in particular love and live for strange subway riders being all up in their business. “Oh, I’ve noticed you are missing limbs. Do tell.” I think most of us might comment on a passenger’s nice shirt, not “I’ve noticed your shirt cuff rolled up to the boundary of your arm’s amputation juncture; what’s the story behind that?” Eeeesh.

That’s what I say, though never needed for trade.

Writes the board downvote record holder.

Sounds nice. Why, though, the dining establishment distinction between two sexual orientations in a location that, like pretty much anywhere for the affluent, would have diverse population representation?

Tone deaf unless those youngsters crossing paths with soul-crushing fleecers can comprehend and access them.

What’s so confusing about the notion of descriptors frequently and pathetically employed on this forum and adjacent content that connote the reality that impoverished young locals forced to seek survival income have few devices to protect them from being both bugged and bummed by exploitive and financially secure old geezers. Condoms. Condoms condoms condoms.

Not sure about the wit, but … blush. 😊😊😊

Thanks Frog! Very helpful and consolidates where my decision leans, though yes, a curiosity and perhaps assists others BRZ-smitten to consider a full range of implications. I might add, however, that in my province of registered residence alone physicians are permitted to opt into fee-for-service model, so as more and more do that folks like me are paying among the highest taxes in Canada without actually drawing on medical services that account for about 25% of the tax burden. Those costs are not income-stratified. Many of us do not have private insurance from employment sources that extend into retirement. I also have high travel med insurance costs due to age, once again in a category of high morbidity that doesn’t really apply to me. My marginal tax rate is often 50% of income. I pay out of pocket on average about $3,000 annually for point of care encounters, but that helps incentivize a pristine diet and gym membership. My out-of-pocket service tab one year not long ago, unrelated to CoV, was 5 figures. My income too high to claim meaningfully much of a health services income tax deduction. So yeah, one lucky frog up here with the good fortune of solid finances and not backed into a corner making tough health care service choices due to budget constraints. I took a friend this year to Rede D’Or near 117 … BRL1,500 for a brief but quickly accessible Orthopaedics sprained ankle assessment. That must be tough on locals. He joked that, had he walked more gingerly on the ubiquitous unevenness of sidewalks, that amount could have covered a few gangbangs.

While on the subject, though, I understand that po’ village lads on the cusp of adulthood and trying to crowdsource saltpetre tablets for particular bug-gifting farang interlopers are crestfallen upon grasping that it’s potential for effectiveness is but a myth.

Tariffic. Who’d have thunk you’d haul out of your barron trunk of pathetic party clown tricks such a reference. It tracks that a troll would diss one of his most influential role models. How hard do people think it can be for somebody like me to roll with yet another double-your-trouble sisterhood of irrelevance? Comes across as just another bot merger … Mar-a-Lago? Say hello to your next sunshine state sunshine -deprived Frankensteinian bride Marred Ego. Palm Beatch circus tent conveniently all set up.

LOL😘 For my part, it trends as boring boot camp action but may be useful for what might eventually be worthy life challenges.

I’m seeing your box of chocolates still bare innit. Have you p’d off Leonidas as well?

So … within the last 5 minutes? I get that too, but less prone to overreaching for comeback angles.

I expect you could use help with figuring out pretty much anything intelligently. Redenbacher Squad? Meet troll brigade Florid Latte No Cream (I think). Who TF knows? Bot enigmas and all.

Danger danger! Bots in need of service! Florida and Latin America troll meltdown merger. Though where did one ever end and the other begin? Rehab stat! Semi room for a not unexpected mean girls blender mashup. Private room rate applicable. Oops, in arrest over cost! better get the paddles. Somebody suggested get a room, troll brigade? It was meant as a joke. Sorry not sorry. But then how can a career bull manufacturer possibly even keep who he is straight?

Just when one thinks that you couldn’t be more lame.

That tracks. You’re not my problem.