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Hotel Review. Hotel Metropolis.
Quite a while back, I had a decent job with a company called Hotel Reservations Network, which later was renamed [URL]Hotels.com[/URL] and acquired by Interactive Corp, then spun off in a bad merger with Expedia. I left around that time, but I did actually have a job writing the verbiage about the specific hotels on the website. Expect for half a dozen hotels in Vegas, Manhattan and South Beach, I'd never visited any of those places I wrote descriptions of. Occasionally, I get a yen to write a description of a hotel, and the love hotels I recently visited in SP fit the bill.
First stop on my first trip to SP was Hotel Metropolis, a love hotel widely favored by GPS and apparently by people who value discretion.
[URL]http://www.metropolishotel.com.br/[/URL]
Since I had no clue where I should book a room and this seemed to be a good location in Bela Vista, close to the St. Cecilia metro station, it seemed a good place to start. Oddly enough, [URL]Booking.com[/URL] does have a category of "Love Hotels" for SP, and this had a decent rate at $43 including breakfast (though when I got charged at the hotel the price came to $47 on my credit card). Note that Booking didn't bill me for the hotel but took CC information anyways.
Uber got me there from GRU in 45 minutes of traffic. The entrance is discrete and they have parking behind a gate for those who need to zip in and out discretely. I saw more than one luxury sedan with dark tinted windows enter and leave the garage. First thing I noticed upon entry as I walked inside and up a flight steps was young, attractive lady staring at her celular with an aggravate look. I soon figured out why.
At around midday on a Friday, all kinds of stray, unaccompanied women were coming and going. I regret not exchanging some contact info, as a few gave me a grin and a cursory greeting. Nobody at check in understood English and at that point I discovered all those Brazilian Portuguese lessons on iTalki did not amount to much. Actually, next to nobody in Brazil speaks English, so its a great place for a language immersion experience. Staff sit in a secure glass booth, and the available rooms are displayed on a small video screen on the counter in front of you. Despite the language barrier, check-in was easy, and the elevator worked okay though it was quite small. A striking, tall negra and I squeezed into it along with a room service cart someone had left inside, taking up half the small elevator, But it made a good excuse for exchanging names and pleasantries.
I got the WiFi passcode, however I had trouble getting logged on and staying on the network. I barely got a signal if any. I did have data access phone on my T-Mobile and I got a Claro card put in my other phone from a shop in the area of the hotel. However, I was getting a bad signal, and even messages were going out slow. Problem? Yes, cellular signal is bad here and the WiFi is abysmal. That wasn't confirmed until the next day.
My room was truly a place for a few hours of special time and not much else. There was no closet or clothes rack. So, there won't be much point in unpacking your clothes. There was a table and chairs to eat the nice breakfast they bring to your room. But, who stays overnight here besides misguided people like myself?
As far as decor, the room was what you would expect at a love hotel. The bed itself was quite comfortable with a console that controlled the AC, TV, radio and the lights. The latter was pretty cool as the colors could be changed and dimmed to your liking. There was cable TV with three porn channels (which I found boring under the circumstances) among others. The standard bathroom however had a whirlpool bath, which was great to soak in after a long flight and waiting for the GPS to answer your zap message. It turned out to be a long wait for naught. Obviously Friday is not a good time to get your choice of GPS. But after hours of no responses, I went out, had some drinks and hung out around the Paroquia Santa Cecilia church, where a percussion ensemble was drawing a sizable crowd of revelers. This is what I came to Brazil for!
It was only much later when I came in around 11 that I noticed a problem. I'd actually gotten a reply from a certain GP (who I will call Miss Vivi) hours earlier. How could I have missed it? It was late, though and I was tired. I did ping her the next morning and she agreed to show up at 10, shortly after I ate the huge breakfast. She sent me a zap at 10 straight up saying she was running a little late, and less than five minutes later, reception called me and let me know she was here. Good girl!
[URL]https://vivirodriguezsp.wixsite.com/vivideliciagp[/URL]
Miss Vivian of the most profound bunda, explained to me that the Wifi at the Metropolis had once been good, but it was in fact all around bad, in more recent history. She agreed that the breakfast was great though, delivered in the foyer of the room, on a shelf that seems to be there for that purpose along. However, she also confirmed the cellular signal was also bad inside. To catch an Uber, I actually had to step outside to connect to their network. In hindight, I have to wonder if telecom issues were the reason I was getting so few or delayed responses from the various GPS I reached out to. Fair warning. Avoid this place if you need a good cell signal or strong WiFi. You may be frustrated as I was. Communications issues aside, Metropolis would be a good place to spend a few hours with someone you pay to be with for a few hours.
MASP took me two to three hours to get through. It has 2 floors.
[QUOTE=Eszpresszo;2312338]How did you do that? This was the line outside of MASP on Tuesday of last week (see attached photo). Yes, this is what I encountered last week.
And at what age can a male actually reliably ejaculate three times each day? Teenagers might like to imagine that they could, if they actually had something to ejaculate into besides their hand.
Please.[/QUOTE]Also if you are over 60 you don't have to stand in that line.
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