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[quote=christopherd][b]places i don´t recommend (but i love;) )[/b]
actually, that´s an overstatement. i don´t love balcony. but i wanted to point out that just cos these other places happen to suit my tastes i do not suggest you go there, especially if you are new to brasil or if you like creature comforts. in fact, there are strong reasons not to go there and very specific reasons why i do, so read on if you are not sure. all statements are just my opinion based on recent experience.
[b]nogueira – balcony – ba85 – vm[/b]
although staying in centro makes more sense if you like cheap end and/or want to do the official carnaval parade, nogueira is one of the reasons i chose to stay in copa just now (combined with the ridiculously generous rate my landlady´s giving me).
there are no equivalent late night haunts i know of. even if, by all standards of good taste, [b]nogueira[/b] sucks. and if you take a dawn-break girl from nogueira back to your place in centro, the copa magic has evaporated by the time you get into the city.
´nog´ is on viv.min.d.castro between prado junior and princesa isabel. opposite barbarellas. decorated with girls that sit on car bonnets waiting for people to rob. it gets going around 5am when two guitarists play a medley of western and brasilian hits. guest singers join them (the female ones are generally available, but i have had my share of problems with one). it´s laid back, a mix of top talent (mostly from nearby boites as they close), unsuccessful hookers from help and balcony, down-and-outs, druggies, trannies, drunks and working girls who have finished working for the night and are just enjoying eating and drinking with their mates. it´s a good place for newbies to get eaten alive, hence the warning notice. also, to get a gem, you have to have patience and cunning. i like the challenge. some of the best gfe´s i´ve had have been from nog. but you wade through a lot of sh*t first.
i couldn´t wait on tuesday night /wednesday morning and looked in at 3am. dead. i pretend i haven´t, and go to [b]balcony[/b] to get some air and wait for nog to open. i detest balcony. it´s on the seafront, a few blocks from isabel and is unashamedly loaded with beer-bellied ugly f*cks who don´t want to spend the entrance on help. and the gringos are not much better lol ;) you even pay for your drink in advance *(like help). i´m not there to pick up. i like catching the girls´ eye as they work their prey – most don´t even pretend not to be two-faced. there´s one pretty girl who is acting quite professionally with her trick, but she would want (and get) more than i am willing to pay in money or time just now. am nursing my coke juggling other options when i recognise [b]simone[/b].
simone is a lovely girl i´ve spent a number of nights with in the sack, or just bar-hopping and chilling with. she´s watched my back on a number of occasions (you need as many friends as you can get in the nog / prado area), dodged bullets during the nearby favela war a couple of years back and, best of all, she is never jealous when i fuck another woman. i´m pleased to see her and we exchange hugs. she´s moved from barata ribeiro to a new place on paula freitas – more helpee country. she´s fixed her hair, fixed her once self-deprecating attitude, even fixed her tendency to winge – but she´s also fixed her prices. previously i don´t think i´ve ever paid her more than 100r. now if i want to screw her, she´s having none of it. “i´m your friend, not your girlfriend!” she retorts. what she means is, if you see a girl regularly from that type of circle and she may well give you cut rates if she likes you, plus maybe stop going to help so much. the downside is she´ll be possessive – the ´discretion´ of her not touting for biz extends to you not doing any with anyone else. bad deal in my books.
but we are enjoying each other´s company so i get her back to my apartment. sweet talk her on the veranda, which overlooks the morro over leme and also the sea. her kisses taste a bit like a cocker-spaniel – warm and very wet rather than a chemical explosion. she has forgotten the 200r price tag. we´ve got past 150r and i think i am about to close the deal at 100r when i make some tasteless joke about her frickin cat and blow the atmosphere. we´re back to 150r or nothing. while that´s maybe not a fortune, it sticks in my throat more than 100r. i walk her back to balcony and she makes me walk her as far as copa palace to ´prove´ she´s not working that night.
[b]nogueira[/b] is just about kicking off. i do my usual – tip the most senior person about 5r on the first drink. i´ve been doing this for years and it keeps me right. wads of cash will get you pretend respect for one night, as well as an idiot sticker on your forehead. taking time to respect who should be paid and how much is a better deal. when customers are getting told to move out the way, or vacate tables when they´re not eating, i get treated like one of the family. not that i would push it. they would have me wasted as soon as anyone else if i crossed them.
average bucket-load of women. i avoid the commitment of sitting down for a while until i have to give in. she looks like juliette lewis (who i have the hots for). she even has the same body language. she´s sexy as hell, one aureole half-peeking from the lovely dress that barely contains her bursting bosom. only downside is she´s pissed. i don´t mind a pissed woman – they can be totally abandoned and wild – but it´s a fine line before they become a liability or asleep or dead or all three. but we´re stroking each other´s legs and it´s nice for now so i spring her a skol.
the singer recognises me and screws her face up trying to remember. i got on brilliantly with her sister, long-term gfe, who now lives in paris with her boyfriend and is doing very well thank you. singer sister is another matter however. i tried to shag her one night and it went disastrously wrong. but we both realise nog is too small to have an ´atmosphere´ with anyone there. we both backed down (fortunately for me). we smile and promise to catch up, which we probably won´t.
i´ve now had time to assess the women there. the best option (if juliette lewis flakes out on me) is a tall, sober girl called [b]thais[/b]. a good sign is that she gets on well with everyone (druggies, for instance, tend to get cold-shouldered by clean girls). she makes herself at home and helps out behind the bar. i wait until the prick she´s with has decided it´s bedtime – on his own. i dodge a down-and-out of indeterminate sex that keeps forcibly offering to share his/her water bottle. then i feel guilty not using my brain to think of a more human response. thais and i are the last ones in the bar. the staff are accosting juliette lewis who has got in a cab without the means to pay her bill and is futilely suggesting to them i should pay. i walk out with thais.
she´s doing the thoroughly-decent-girl pitch and i´m too weary to mention prices. it will be 200 – the magic number – but more than i will pay. we have drinks on the veranda – fortunately simone hasn´t left any annoying traces, she´s lovely like that. thais offers me a (straight) massage. i say ok. her kisses taste like honey, her body, glimpsed as she gets in the shower, is highly edible. but she´s still going through the “i don´t do this sort of thing” motions. either she´ll end up good gfe or she´ll change her tune at crunch-time. no knowing.
she says the massage will be 50r. i agree. she only lets me gets fleeting tastes of her lips and breasts (during the massage), but it´s all done in quite a nice flirtatious way. she´s been saying no sex all along. i wait for her exception. it comes in at 200r for a ´present´. i flat refuse. arms and legs and m0assage positions later, and she´s sitting on my face, arching her back as i swallow her clit and she shakes all over. just part of the massage of course, but bloody nice!
once she´s come (or come close to coming), the nice girl image returns. she will only do sex (like what we´ve just done doesn´t count) for 200r. i argue for 150r. she asks for 150r plus the 50r for the massage. i refuse. eventually she gives in at 150r tudo but i´ve had enough and call it a day. it´s about 9am. she gives me some help with my samba. i explain that i´ve forked out 600r for a beija-flor [i]fantasia[/i] and am too poor to have a lady. she seems quite happy with the 50r for the massage. off she goes. that´s my edeficio-cred gone again and i haven´t even had a shag. my landlady says she´d “rather not know about men that bring a different woman back every night.” i suppose ´two a night´ doesn´t sound much better if i say i didn´t actually shag them??
i nip to the gym then shower to go into town for carnaval stuff and also to see [b]renata[/b]. renata is a cheeky girl that i always have a laugh with. she works at [b]ba85[/b]. of the six floors, she´s mostly worked at the crap one – the 2nd floor. but the day before when i popped in for a lookee she was on the 3rd floor and i could barely contain my excitement. most of the floors at ba85 have reasonable cubicles and you can even chat the girls up for a date back at your apartment. not the 2nd floor. here, the rats nip your ankles before asking for a tip. the roaches dare you to take your socks off. the cracked vinyl beds will shave the skin off your knees and the management´s idea of helping the environment is one light bulb between a dozen cubicles. by and large it also has the prettiest girls. they might call it turnover temple.
so seeing renata in a fuckable cubicle will be a real treat. not to mention the fixed prices. after the last few hours of early a.m., i am all haggled out. renata is not gfe. i get a kick out of doing indescribably lovely things with her indescribably lovely body and she gets a kick out extracting money from me. once, after doing her several times in a row at 10r for 10 minutes, i gave her a 50r note in front of everyone. i don´t do this sort of thing – you shouldn´t – but i knew the effect i would get and it was worth it. she jumped up and down like a kid when all her birthdays have come at once, her expression i´ll probably remember for ever. it was julie andrews resounding the sound of music through the hills and valleys and a narrow staircase. another time, renata pissed in the waste bucket before we shagged just to save time. or had an explosive orgasm and then told me time was up, just to watch me leave with a hard-on. her humour is wicked and i like her.
so i spring up the stairs. but the spring leaves my step completely when i see her on the second floor. what happened? i am forlorn. turns out she was just visiting. while the other floors are ´nice´, floor two is a boot camp. guys lured in by pretty chicks and hustled out again by horrid conditions. i´ve flat refused to see renata in here even though i like her a lot. i try to get her phone number but she is terrified the boss will see her. ok, i say, 10 mins in the room (10r) just to get phone numbers, no sex. ok, but 15 is minimum. into the certified rathole and get her number. but i´m horny as hell seeing her again. might as well use the time as i´m here. i´d rather walk on broken beer bottles mixed with gravel and septicaemia rags than lie on the floor two bed. so we will have to do it standing up. a quick lick and i can see her clit is already very swollen – either she´s pleased to see me or she´s been getting into her work this morning. i lift her up with one hand – she´s incredibly light – to do the deed that thais denied me. fabulous. except the cubicle is too narrow for even any back-and-forth hip movement. so seriously, don´t go there unless it´s to get this lovely girl´s phone number. but i´m having a laugh. forgot to arrive with the right money (15r) so she´s had little trouble getting the 5r change as a tip. now i want to come on her face. she has a gorgeous face. she´s less keen. an extra 10r. no! twenty then? ok.
now when a girl who ´does´ facials does a facial, she goes into pornstar mode, straining with outstretched tongue to catch a few drops of dew. renata doesn´t. predictably, she screws her face up. i cradle it with one hand. “there!” she points at a spot on her cheek. that will be right! (not!) she´s getting a full spray i´m afraid, though i try to keep it out of her hair. nice. now i will need some vm to exercise the batteries.
first of all, nip to botafogo for a movie – why can´t countries in the west, charging twice the price, make beautiful cinemas like espaco? woody allen is appreciated here. usa, you´re not good enough for him.
home. shower. flag a 455 bus (meier) from copa to vm. strikes me how flagging a bus here needs the same attitude as telling a brasilian woman what to do. the bus/woman doesn´t have to do what they´re told but they don´t respect anything that doesn´t look authoritative.
the bus journey has the added entertainment of a flea-ridden wheelchair guy who gets three people to haul him up the steps. later, on pres. vargas, i almost fall asleep enjoying the warm summer air through the window. feel the bus ascend as it hits the flyover and mr wheelchair´s fleas jump at me. i jump up so as not to miss my stop. get to[b] vm[/b] as the first drops of rain fall.
[b]why i like the rain[/b]
i have forgotten to bring anything to keep the wet off. bugger! first few casas have some awesome looking girls. young, attractive, fresh-looking. makes balcony look like last chance saloon. but they can pick and choose. i wander on, check out the u-street. plenty of uber-uglies who have been hit by a dumptruck, dragged through a scrapyard by their feet first, then marinated in a mixture of vomit, gangrene and last week´s trash. the rain is enough to convey the odour of dog poo uniformly around vm without washing it away. very atmospheric.
a couple of bleary-eyed, beer-sozzled gringos with vacant expressions try to bond with me. sorry guys, you´re not my type. i manage to lose them quickly. the bandeira side of vm looks better tonight, even though moving from casa to casa means dodging the raindrops. i settle for a tall girl called [b]juliani[/b] (casa 39). quite tidy, clean and a quiet, self-contained way about her. in the room, i start to worry about her attitude. won´t let me kiss her breasts or between her legs. she has a slightly wooden expression all of a sudden and we need to do something about that. i start pounding her to the rhythm of the loud hiphop music, shaking her body in time till i get a smile. she starts getting into it and thrusting back and she´s nice and slim so can grind her pubic bone against me as we fuck. she´s also quite strong. it´s one of the more athletic shags i´ve had lately – nice when a woman can hold her own – and her own weight – in unusual positions and still generate plenty of thrust. we soon are both bathed in a vast amount of sweat. part of it is the heat of course. part of it just feels bloody good. she ekes the time out but eventually asks if i want to pay for more. i decline, say i´ll see her another night.
a bit later i´m wondering where to hang until the rain, which is now quite heavy, decides to stop. the u-street has the most bars but is depressingly awful, and the rain still comes in at the joins. i opt for the end bar, the first of the ´steps up´ bars after the initial passageway casa (approaching from the west). this is where the nicest chicks are tonight. i might as well be in the right place.
(i´m giving casa numbers for aficionados, but vm girls move and change quite often – don´t rely on the details even from one night to the next. this is no.44, i think, or “kasinha 44” as the mama calls it.)some young guys and old soaks. now to get a young girl against the competition, the attitude has to be right. the advice from a samba teacher is probably good and applies equally: “smile: the key rule is, don´t make it sexy. you will look arch, or coy or, if you are working really hard, terribly american. your smile should be the full-tilt cheer of someone watching their favourite team hit a home run. or it should imitate the curve of a hindu deity´s.” i just wanted to look nice and approachable. (you can of course just go straight up and ask, but that tends to result in a wooden performance.)
eventually [b] xxxx[/b] casts me a glance as she saunters past to the jukebox. my open smile disguises that i´m still on heat and gives me time to ask her name. she enjoys the distraction. it occurs to me that the rain has worked to my advantage – there are less people popping in and out of the bar. so the girls might think, “why not use the guys that are there?” she is easily a 9. up in the room, her body is perfect. large, soft, perfectly formed bosoms full of youthful spring. large aureoles. silky skin that has that barely-touched-by-human-hand feel (much less a thousand vm gorillas). and an attitude to match. everything i do manages to elicit a natural curiosity and eagerness, combined with a full-blown sexuality that says she enjoys her own body. lovely, loving, awesome, dirty, pristinely gorgeous shag.
ok. had enough. why stay in the rain? haggle a taxi. not like me but i don´t fancy even the short walk past the new roadworks to the bus stop. get him down from 30 to 25r, which is close enough to the meter price and good value in this weather. his meter looks held together with sellotape anyway and probably hasn´t been used since fred and ginger made flying down to rio. home. cook something nice. bed.
now if the all-night cybercafé on prado/ns copa hadn´t shut/moved you might have had this sooner. but most cafes have crappy keyboards that are glued together with guarana or whatever or are only open at unsocial (ie daytime) hours. if anyone knows an east-copa 24hr job, please let me know. i´ve walked all the way to the one on rudolpho dantas to type this, which has nice kit but is only open 10am-3am. and too many australians skyping each other.
happy carnaval.
christopherd.[/quote]
thanks again for putting in the time to write an excellent report about a day/night in rio according to your experiences. i felt as though i was there watching everything go down. keep up the good work.