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How does this exactly happen in a large hotel, thought?--I can't picture it--there's no way the reception can know who is and isn't staying there. So if the Venezuelan went straight for the elevators or you met him outside and accompanied him (if the elevator requires the key) how would anyone know he wasn't staying there? (Of course, there's the odd idiot who, even though you say just walk straight through to the elevator, somehow can't find it and goes to reception🙀)

Sent--thanks! I typically stay in AIrbnbs when I go to Brazil, but in CO, the Bogotá portion is because my husband needs more Hyatt nights, therefore Hyatt Place/Convention Center, and in general he prefers hotels (he might be more open to AIrbnbs if only I would just make him breakfast😋) so in Medellin we may stay at the (Accor) Tribe in tourist central. Unless anyone knows these hotels in particular, in Colombia is there a typical policy of midrange chain hotels regarding visitors? In such hotels in Brazil I've stayed in, visitors would just come and go, like any guest, although the elevator/lift may require a key. The check or keep the ID of visitors would be ideal; the forbidding of visitors worst (although in a large hotel I dont know how that could be enforced)

Tried to activate my Tigo eSIM yesterday and it got quite far along but ultimately wouldn't activate, presumably because Im not in Colombia yet. Privacy aside, I think a local number on your WhatsApp will moderate the rates requested (the only question is to what extent...) I don't know if there are any particular Colombian expressions that can further localize your opening line; in Brazil mine has "Blz?" (which is not something google translate is going to come up with.) 😉

Would these be client-client saunas, not saunas with boys?

I also recall reading something in these forums about "one stop-shopping" upstairs at the Bogota airport where there is an ATM with either 20k or 22k commission beside a shop selling physical SIMs (Claro, I recall?) The poster was saying it's his first stop upon arriving

Most of the international eSIMs are data only. One I chatted with yesterday had calls and SMS but the number they give you is a US number. I just bought this one from one of the main Colombian providers (it's apparently one of the worst coverage outside the main cities but Im going only to Medellin and Bogota). It comes with calls and texts, which I can only imagine come from a Colombian number, but despite downloading the ap, I haven't been able to see my number. But I haven't activated it yet. https://transacciones.tigo.com.co/en/servicios/esim/internacional?q=/en/servicios/esim/internacional&plan_id=152&type=LN&cl=1

An avid Brazilophile, I have limited experience with Colombia. Yet, in a couple of weeks, I will find myself in Medellin for 4 days, followed by Bogotá for another 4. My time will be limited bc my unslutty husband will (atypically) be with me, the trip occasioned by his need for 4 more Hyatt nights (and thus we'll staying at the Hyatt Place in Bogotá, undecided in Medellin) Enough boring background--my fear is that with my limited time (only parts of 8 days, basically daytimes while my husband hits the museums), I'm going to stagger around (figuratively) wasting a lot of time. I've read all the Colombia posts from the last year, and it seems options for "beginners" in Colombia are somewhat limited. A first-timer to Brazil can be off the plane and at the sauna within the hour. It seems that options are much more diffuse for beginners In Medellin (Fercho's +57 (312) 2717925) and Bogotá (a service reachable by Telegram, account: 3057512990; the St. Moritz/Gigolo Erotic House, and Teatron) These seem much less discussed in the Colombia forum than the saunas are in the Brazilian one, so I infer they are not as widely used as the saunas in Brazil. I'm interested by whatever differences between the Colombia and Brazilian experience of hiring (and meeting, having sex with...)scorts/GPs, though I am (self-interestedly) most interested in discussions of differences that will help me to navigate my Colombian experience and find the Colombian(s) of my dreams😎 I admit I'm a little worried that after reviewing about 100 mileroticos ads I found only one I would be very excited to meet, (and another 7-8 fairly excited), whereas of 100 garotocomlocal ads, the numbers would be much higher--although so often lately I click on their Whatsapp only to find out I already met them!🤣 I seek as many as possible of the following: >180cm (nearly mandatory) strong features, fit to muscular (not skinny), good kisser, 20cm+, endurant and preferably bbk. A much higher proportion of the Colombians on the respective sites seemed to be twinks. I also found a spectacular one in rentmen which can give an idea of my type: rentmen.es/Josephtormo (195cm!) 😋

I'm posting this in both the Brazil and Colombia forums. An avid Brazilophile, I have limited experience with Colombia. Yet, in a couple of weeks, I will find myself in Medellin for 4 days, followed by Bogotá for another 4. My time will be limited bc my unslutty husband will (atypically) be with me, the trip occasioned by his need for 4 more Hyatt nights (and thus we'll staying at the Hyatt Place in Bogotá, undecided in Medellin) Enough boring background--my fear is that with my limited time (only parts of 8 days, basically daytimes while my husband hits the museums), I'm going to stagger around (figuratively) wasting a lot of time. I've read all the Colombia posts from the last year, and it seems options for "beginners" in Colombia are somewhat limited. A first-timer to Brazil can be off the plane and at the sauna within the hour. It seems that options are much more diffuse for beginners In Medellin (Fercho's +57 (312) 2717925) and Bogotá (a service reachable by Telegram, account: 3057512990; the St. Moritz/Gigolo Erotic House, and Teatron) These seem much less discussed in the Colombia forum than the saunas are in the Brazilian one, so I infer they are not as widely used as the saunas in Brazil. I'm interested by whatever differences between the Colombia and Brazilian experience of hiring (and meeting, having sex with...) GPs/scorts, though I am (self-interestedly) most interested in discussions of differences that will help me to navigate my Colombian experience and find the Colombian(s) of my dreams😎 I admit I'm a little worried that after reviewing about 100 mileroticos ads I found only one I would be very excited to meet, (and another 7-8 fairly excited), whereas of 100 garotocomlocal ads, the numbers would be much higher--although so often lately I click on their Whatsapp only to find out I already met them!🤣 I seek as many as possible of the following: >180cm (nearly mandatory) strong features, fit to muscular (not skinny), good kisser, 20cm+, endurant and preferably bbk. A much higher proportion of the Colombians on the respective sites seemed to be twinks. I also found a spectacular one in rentmen which can give an idea of my type: rentmen.es/Josephtormo (195cm!) 😋

Has anyone used this service recently? Do I understand correctly that by telegram there may be additional guys available beyond https://colombiaescorts.co/ ? I'd be looking for something along the lines of Lucas, but taller (>180cm) and frankly, more endowed

I'm trying to pick apart whether they just seem safer (which certainly they do to me too...) or if they really are safer. Certainly they are safer with regard to what various possessions you might have in a hotel or airbnb. But as far as your personal safety, immeasurably more valuable. That's something that they wouldn't leave until they were sure you were ok. I wonder what would happen after many hours, a shift change etc. and James was nowhere to be found if they would hold him there. I'm curious how James's assailants dragged him passed reception, out onto the street and into a car. One of the few motels I've been to in Costa Rica had the garage attached to the room (for discretion); a kidnapping couldn't have been easier. In some ways, rather than a motel, it seems a cheap hotel at which you are not staying (with paper thin walls) would be a better choice. On a long layover in Bogota (on my way to Brazil, I confess...) I met 2 guys (separately) at a hotel within walking distance of the airport (Estadio El Dorado, 130k cop for 4 people). ALthough it was early afternoon and few guests were in the hotel, I would think that in the evening the small room with shared bathroom would either inhibit violence or quickly reveal it. (Granted it would also reveal any moans of pleasure so perhaps the shy or inhibited may not like the idea....) Just an idea...

gsurfer said: "Could you please name any Pharmacy in Sao Paulo or Rio selling PrEP without prescription and without required tests?" Maybe I should be more detailed: I didn't just walk in and say "one bottle of Truvada please". I had the bottle from the old one and I explained that I needed more because I was running out. I also didn't say its purpose, one way or the other; she may have assumed it was for HIV. In fact, the prime topic of conversation (other than how well she thought I spoke Portugues, which I really don't--I have a vocabulary of about 100 words that I latch onto my pre-existing Spanish--but I think a lot of Brazilians think I learned the whole lot as Portugues) was whether fumarato de tenofovir desoproxilia was the same thing. I spoke with authority and that may have been a factor too. In Brazil, like many countries, there are different levels of requirements for different prescription medications (e.g. Adderall). At the lowest levels, a prescription in Brazil may be technically required but rarely is. The GLP-1 injections (e.g. ozempic) passed into a tighter category earlier in the year; before that, I would get them without a prescription (and later I had an American prescription but it attracted little interest).

I have only been to love motels a couple of times, so I'm curious at what step of his awful experience a love motel would've changed the kidnapping situation. I'm assuming his beau didn't really lose his ID; would having to show it have stymied the conspiracy? Assume the thugs had gotten their own room, they couldve still pulled the bait and switch with James's beau. Then assuming it was dark, the 2 thugs could have put James in the car trunk and done the same kidnapping, no? When the 2 thugs left, having come together, nothing would seem awry at their exit. Clearly, it was the kidnapping that was 95% of James's trauma.

Incidentally generic truvada is available at pharmacies without a prescription and for less than the cost of a “program” (I believe it was around R$150)

I thought this was pretty neat—in the SP metro Paulista/Consolaçao “The new automated dispenser provides free medication for pre- and post-exposure prophylaxis (PrEP and PEP) against HIV, as well as HIV self-tests. To use the service, those interested must schedule a teleconsultation on the SPrEP platform, available in the e-saúdeSP app, and use the generated QR code to pick up the kit directly from the machine.” translated from https://www.metro.sp.gov.br/2025/04/11/estacao-consolacao-recebe-maquina-automatica-de-prevencao-ao-hiv/ There is also a full service PrEP center in Metro Republica. I find that generally GPs are aware of PrEP and those who identify as gay/have men as their partners in their “leisure time” take it. Those who identify as straight, particularly those in relationships with women (who do not know of their dalliance) are unlikely to be on it, for fear of discovery. The coming rollout of semi-monthly injectable caboteglivir could well change that (although in some guys I do detect a “PrEP is for gay guys” construct that would also need to be overcome) Incidentally, I wanted to get a yellow fever vaccine, as I was later going to a country that requires it for entry. The process required registering for the health service (SUS), for which I now have an card, and the vaccine was free. I don’t know if this means I am fully enrolled in SUS, but it does seem that way. Also interesting that there was a whimsical poster up about the importance of calling transpeople by their preferred pronouns (how few countries one would see that!)

This is definitely what I do in the saunas; do you meet guys from the internet and if so, apply it on WhatsApp too? I have a Brazilian WhatsApp and instead I ask price in my first question, before my combination of portuñol and translations give me away as a foreigner

I had been saving (what I had imagined to be) the best for last: Côte d’Ivoire. I pictured west Africans to be the darkest , tallest and most handsome of the group. (I remember a miniseries from my youth “Roots” whose shirtless actors made an indelible impression.) However, this was my first lesson not to trust AI, which said Americans do not need visas on arrival because they don’t need visas. This became apparent in the departure lounge and the evisa is said to take 48 hours. We made the application and received some sort of elaborate confirmation of application. My husband wanted to proceed on that. During the flight from Kigali to our connection , Addis Ababa, I had shortness of breath and my husband asked to see the airport doctor. To my surprise I had elevated readings on the d dimer test which might indicate I had a blood clot that had traveled to my lungs. No need to show up at Abidjan without the visa but I had to have a chest CT scan. The hospital to which I was taken (my ultrasound looked good) conceded its CT machine was very old. A Chinese owner, but American-staffed and even named (Bethesda American) had a brand new one, so we were really tired and decided to go the next morning. So, we were going to get to know Addis Ababa (and its Chinese-owned hospitals). We ended up staying 3 nights there (leaving Abidjan with just 2) I didn’t get to meet any guys and spent little time on Grindr. I had pictured them as fair skinned with pointy chins but maybe that’s neighboring Somalia I’m thinking of. They are, in fact, fairly black, but enough variation that the light skinned ones seem to be better placed in society.

Next stop after Maputo: Kigali. First of all, it seemed so surprising that 30 years ago they were slaughtering each other in the streets and now, it is one of Africas safest cities. Also I had the misapprehension that as one goes farther inland toward the center of Africa, the guys become darker because of less “intrusion” of white people. The former point was so interesting to me that I joined my husband in 2 different museums. I feel obliged to tell the briefest of versions, not only because it has some relevance to your meeting guys there, but also because every day that they live together as Rwandans, not Hutus and Tutsis, is a bit of beautiful news but too small to be in”the news”: Traditionally Hutus and Tutsis were not ethnic groups—Hutus farmed and Tutsis were herders of cows. In fact, if a Hutu got more than 10 cows, he became a Tutsi. They lived side by side, married…When the Belgian colonists arrived there was no group to set against another and so they reified the distinction as an ethnic one. There was some correlation between Tutsis and tallness, lighter skin, longer but slimmer noses (a museum contains a nose measurer used for classification). The Tutsis, less than half, were chosen. After independence, Tutsi dominance continued. Hutu resentment multiplied. Small scale massacres began decades earlier. But significant preparations were made for this one, including distribution of huge numbers of machetes. On the appointed day, the president and key political figures (either Tutsi or Hutus opposed to their killing) were murdered, the signal for the genocide to begin. For months, Hutus indescriminately set upon Tutsis, killing a significant percentage. (This part I’m least sure of: the genocide was stopped by the Ugandan army, which contained a significant number of Tutsis.) Somehow, it was explained to me, both sides decided that rather than perpetuating the cycle of violence, they would reconcile. They had some sort of traditional tribal justice where killers would ask for forgiveness. Also they have tried to dissolve the categories of Hutu and Tutsi. It has been removed from their ID, and it is illegal to ask or to tell which group you were formerly. If a child at school reveals his, the parents would get in trouble. Basically the idea is to promote the identity of Rwandan rather than Hutu or Tutsi. The relevance of this to hooking up is that almost no one has listed his height, which is a very important consideration for me. And then to ask is really a socially disruptive faux pas, (height being formerly a Belgian identifier of Tutsis) much more so than asking their cock size. Speaking of which…and granted I am dealing with insufficient sample sizes, but I would have to give that crown, of the four countries, to Rwanda, and whereas monster cocks are often mushy all 5 were rock hard. Combined with the fact that 2 were openly complimentary(one saying that I looked better than my—10 year old—pics; usually the reverse is true😂) and the other bracing my shoulders and saying wow, you are so fucking big and sexy (with over 10 kilos gained in the last year as the only one for whom ozempic accelerated weight gain, my husband asked if I was sure he wasn’t referring to my stomach). Prep use and condomless sex approached international cities of sluttery. They were not so lovely nor so tall (nor was the sex really amazing) but for those who like to be bred by very very large dicks (with one, I had really met my match, as it really did hurt (at first) and not be late for dinner, it’s your place. I can’t imagine having met 5 guys in the West as easily as there (for free) No one asked for money, besides a shared transport and one guy wanted me, besides the free sex to buy one of his paid massages but I demurred. After Mozambique I took to asking if they were looking for fun only but were looking for a little financial bonus, several guys in fact, took offense. (E.g. “Why would you ask that? I have a job, I have my own money, I don’t need yours”) Streets safe day and night. And as icing on the cake found a good bakery just a few blocks from hotel.

We may be drawing our conclusions from very different samples. Certainly a gym will tend to have worked-out guys (although being reserved, it’s really of no use to me, because I have no courage to approach them, and I never have) Also CapeTown is the gayest city on the continent; I spent very little time there. My observations were largely from what I saw on the street and Grindr (there were a few very muscular guys in Joburg, but they were charging, but I didn’t find any appealing enough to hire.) Incidentally the Holiday inn sunny-something in Jburg was such an appealing place to stay. It is a historic house with very extensive grounds. It was like a mile from downtown but when you were there you almost felt like when you left you were “going into town” The only problem was that the grounds were so big that I rarely had anyone within 500 meters of me.

Certainly you are passing judgment, but I don’t mind at all. Indeed it would be helpful if you expound on your criticism. Which part are you saying is high-risk? And how could it have been improved? Unlike in Brazil, where I stay in Airbnb‘s, this is an all-hotel trip for the very reason of having a reception. In hindsight, Having a one bedroom suite, with therefore a second door (or least bringing him into the bedroom) was a mistake in hindsight. I did not see any “motels” as some use in Brazil and of course, there’s no sauna with Garotos. And yes I did reward the reception not only with cash but with a bottle of South Africa wine, which my husband found empty on the street a few doors down the next morning, as well as a Beautiful plate of cakes and fruits that was gone within the hour.

Undoubtedly a relevant factor, but I would not put it all down to poverty. Also "it can happen anywhere" is a bit conclusory, as of course it can, but the question is how often it, in fact, does. Other factors, including culture also play a role, in terms of what sort of behaviors are acceptable to resort to when one is poor. Variance can be seen among countries at high wealth levels (Yes, it "can" happen in Japan, but much more commonly "does" in the US) down to the lowest (I am in Rwanda and I was in Mozambique, which both have extremely safe streets, almost certainly more so than Rio or El Salvador, at much higher income levels.) Although street crime in Maputo is unacceptable, Scamming seems culturally acceptable, even among Mozambicans themselves, whereas Rwandans, even given an easy opening for a scam don't seem to take it. In some countries at similar income levels, baksheesh is customary, others it is criminal.

Wow, what a disappointment, especially because you thought you knew him. Glad he didn’t get away with it, although much of the harm to you, I imagine, was beyond the actual possessions

In a trip report of Africa I am writing in the Africa forum,( www.gayguides.com/topic/72912-bottoming-in-sub-saharan-africa/#findComment-473447 ) I describe a Grindr guy who only afterwards decided he was a “sex worker” and demanded crazy sums; I refused, after which he refused to leave and attempted to physically restrain me from seeking help. While I have seen the horror stories of killings in Brazil described here and elsewhere I am more interested in the personal experiences of forum members. I have invited, (I estimate) a couple of hundred GPs to my apartments and a few dozen (free) Grindr guys, and there have been very very few who tried to change the financial arrangements and none who resorted to violence. Have I just been lucky or can we say this is just not the custom and practice? (I would like to compartmentalize what happened in Mozambique as something not to worry about in Brazil) N.B. PLEASE responses only from guys who invite men over their apartments/go to their place. This is not at all the place for guys who meet only in the sauna to proclaim the safety and superiority of meeting in the sauna only. Again, please the question asked is of any violence you HAVE experienced, NOT violence you may have avoided by sticking to the saunas. I appreciate in advance to sauna-only guys from refraining from doing so. 😎

In short, Maputo was a weird disaster. I have to keep telling myself that this is a trip animated by FOMO and so, in a way, it’s a good thing that it doesn’t work out. So, the guys I met were from Grindr, neither with any mention of money in advance. The first one, after an ok but rather brief and forgettable sex, demanded, not asked, for taxi fare home (there’s no Uber) in the amount of 1000 metecais (I think $15usd). I repeatedly explained that my husband had the money because he was out and so I did not have any there (I did have some but there was no way to get it discreetly to avoid opening the question of more.) Finally, I think it was he who hit on the idea of borrowing it from reception (although by that time he wanted twice as much) It all seemed a ruse, since the taxi from the airport was less than $2. But the guy at reception, who was very good natured and open minded, when I mentioned the 1000, he said maybe he does need 1500 because it’s far, I kept the lid on it at 1000, and off he went with a taxi driver loitering in the lobby (the minimum wage is something like 200 metecais a day, he would’ve been much smarter to take a minibus home rather than splurging on a taxi. Distasteful enough but not awful. The second one with fake pics and (later revealed) fake dick size arrived about an hour later. As a footnote, no one fills out their profile ( not least height, which is important to me) and nearly all use disappearing pictures, so that you have extremely little idea who will show up. After the first one, I had resolved to ask them about money when they show up but it seemed preposterous that he could want much if anything. He wanted to enlist his friend too, which I suggested (falsely) that we save for tomorrow and shortly after he got his pants off and had trouble getting hard I suggested how much fun we could all have tomorrow. After he dressed he made outrageous demands ranging from 100-500 usd. In anticipation that whoever showed up might want taxi money I had in my pocket 5 euros, 20 reais and a bunch of 2 reais. He deserved absolutely nothing, but I had dropped the 20 reais somehow so I gave him that money and tried to get him to leave. He blocked my exit from the bedroom (it was an aparthotel with a bedroom) and soon we were wrestling, me trying to escape and him trying to prevent it. In what seemed like a full 10 minutes, I finally was able to open the bedroom door, though having won that battle, I think he was exhausted—not that I wasn’t—and I reached the front door within two minutes, and I was able to call for help. The same guy from reception talked to him, and about the same time my husband returned, angry that he would not leave. The receptionist returned with 2 security guards wearing bulletproof vests. He claimed that he was a “sex worker” and I had agreed to pay him; In the meantime he had blocked me on Grindr, preventing access to evidence contrary to his claims that I had agreed to pay him. The receptionist/diplomat tried to deescalate the situation and told me if I gave him 1000 metecais he would leave. I so would have rather given it to someone hardworking and honest, being a very large sum there, but we all wanted him out of there. Afterwards, in repaying the receptionist the 1000 metecais for the first guy, we gave him a second one, as well as a beautiful fruit plate I prepared and a bottle of South African wine that my husband found empty the next day. Any suggestions on how I might deal with/ prevent this situation in my remaining destinations are welcome. One is to ask the guy in advance (in a nonjudgmental way) if he is seeking money (although the answer above suggests a gray area); another is to have my husband secretly around in case trouble develops, (although he’s not going to be thrilled at doing that) I was pretty demoralized after that and the only way I could really continue was with my husband secretly present so I raised my standards basically impossibly high. At the same time, in other respects, we were learning that, although the country is remarkably safe, everyone is scamming. Even the toll taker tried to scam our driver—and that’s just one of at least 10 we fell into in just 5 days. I did not meet anyone else. Ps. The second guy mistook the 20 reais for 20 euros—that was the only fun part of that story, when he realizes that his total take is only about half what he thought it was…. Incidentally here’s what a couple of guys said about what happened: São assim mesmo esses Ta cheio de vagabundo por aí Nao tô preocupado com dinheiro não!! Mas se quiser ajudar aceito (Basically that sucks what happened, I’m not seeking money, but….if you decide to help, I accept) Mau isso Fizeram isso por ver a cor da sua pele Vce estava com ladrões Eu não estou a procura de dinheiro.. Para ter dinheiro trabalho Sexo n é por dinheiro (Stronger: that’s bad, they did it bc of the color of your skin , you were with thieves, I don’t seek money, to have money I work, sex is not for money)

First stop was South Africa, kind of a subsaharan Africa “lite” (the same way that Türkiye is Middle East “lite”) I arrived in Johannesburg 24 hours before my husband and I imagined one after the other. In the morning I arrived at my hotel around 8 am and while I was waiting for them to make up my room there were at least 4 guys (free, from Grindr, both black and white) eager to come over. When I got my room around 9, I figured this was a marathon not a sprint and so I gave in to the temptation to sleep, until around 12. None of the guys from earlier were online and no one seemed keen. Regrettably I seemed to have some deep tiredness (despite taking an Adderall). It was also atypically chilly and the bed so comfortable I often got under the covers. I would nod off in the middle of writing a Grindr message, and most of the afternoon and evening I spent that way. What a waste. I would have to say that compared to say, Brazil, it seems very few South Africans workout at all. They also seem rather short, and seeing a profile below 5 feet is not unusual. After my husband arrived I didn’t have much time alone (I recommend the workers museum and the Africa museum, which are across the street from each other and off the beaten path) I met a couple of guys from from Grindr but they were quite forgettable (except that one had only about 5”, I don’t know how I let that slip through…) There are a few guys with great bodies, but they are charging (up to 3000rand/200usd with condom and 6000rand condomless; likely I suffered from a foreigners surcharge even tho I used my Brazilian WhatsApp.) These were from rentmen, surprisingly hunqz did not seem in use, and the ones that were charging on Grindr (as low as 200 Rand) didn’t seem to be worth paying for. I should note that at least the ones that otherswise attracted me on rentmen were mid-late 30s, although said to be 6’6”. With one exception not especially friendly on WhatsApp. I thought I might have time to meet one the last day but I didn’t. Left the next day for the wildly colorful spring wildflower bloom in Namaqualand, which is very far 4-7 hours from CapeTown (or any other airport) but a sight to behold. This pic was from a nearly all-black mining town, in which nearly everyone greeted us with a wave or a hello! En route now to Maputo where I am hoping the real fun begins. The first two days are forecast to be an unseasonable heatwave and while my heat-tolerant husband is out exploring,I expect to stay inside exploring.

I would even defend that I upset the market prices. He was so far outside the typical market; how many guys do you open the door and say WOW! and how many do you still say WOW! on his way out. It's not like I was in Lagoa throwing 500 reais at ordinary guys (which I think some enjoy doing to be seen as rich, or generous, whatever...) This guy was fucking amazing (if not amazing fucking) so I would say that buying from, say, La Maison du Chocolat, I would not even be in the same market as Hershey bars...😍