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I don't know as I live in Barra. But that outdoor gym in the pictures is at Posto 7, Arpoador, and it is a great gym, 24/7 unless it is raining.
[QUOTE=RamDavidson84;3016308]Lololol, for my next visit, what's a decent gym near copa or Ipanema? Bodytech way too crowded.[/QUOTE]
Indyara Dourado asked 1500 r. Most go for 800 r. My experience has been to get them before they go on Riosexsite for 150 r or 200 r when they are just starting. Like Yasmin Mineira in 2015.
[QUOTE=BennieBen;3016386]What are the price range asked by the girls on [URL]riosexsite.com[/URL]?[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Vagabundo1;3016225]The section of the Bubba Boy Guide which I have been updating that has been the most valuable, to some extent, has been this one on dining, as I have repeatedly had meals with Senor Tavares (Cais do oriente, Na Brasa Colombia) and Senor NRMLS (Casuarina / Na Brasa Colombia) or whatever it is. Before these fine wingmen leave the country, we must also dine at. Temakeria on Rua JJ Seabra (across from Solarium, nota bene Tavares, where your tastes in hoars will probably be best served).
Marius in Leme (Seafood all you can eat).
Feira Sao Cristavao (Nordeste seafood, pair with Mosaico / Vila Mimosa -- Tavares, for your porno talent search, we MUST go to Mosaico, where the best hoars are).
When good wingmen, such as Tavares and NRMLS are in town, Rio truly is Heaven, or at least a very happy Sheol for we Spinozite Jews.
Food / Sex / Literature Combinations.
Food / Sex / Literature combinations in Rio.
Here are 5 great food / sex / literature combinations which are best in world. I will set up some of these events this week. I mean, if one has the good fortune to have a meal with Vagabundo, it is almost as if one is eating with Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Jorge Amado, Mark Twain, Ernest Hemingway, Benjamin Franklin, and a Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (parody allusion intended), not to mention Henry Miller, Bukowski, Saint Augustine when he was hoaring, Saint Ignatius of Loyola when he was hoaring, and the nun from Sound of Music when she just turned 16 who occupied Vagabundo's teenage fantasies as he grew up watching that movie, over and over as his mother was Ilsa She Wolf of the SS, who, actually saved jews in World War II by smuggling them out, no shit, which is why Vagabundo is so wonderfully conflicted, so much so, that his family is memorialized in the Museum of the Righteous besides Zohan, his icon, as Vagabundo is just a highly educated but repressed Zohan, just now, at the age of 91 coming out of his shell as in the protagonist of the finest piece of hoaring literature ever written, Memories of my Melancholy *****s by Marquez, which you should listen to on audible at least before you have a meal with Vagabundo, especially the delicious, hard to resist Ceaser Salad in a basquet of deep fried parmesan cheese over which all official proceeding of the Pimp Legion of Doom of Rio de Janeiro, also known as the (SWISS NAVY) Veterans of Foreign Wars shall be conducted, all transactions to be executed in crypto currency, (buy / sell Microstrategy stock, ticker MSTR! Semper Gumby, Ad usum nostrorum tantum, ad majorem dei gloriam, For Official Use Only.
We will go over to VM, as we did last Sunday. I will be more proactive this week in planning other ISG pussy patrols:
1. Recreio: Casuarino + Paris Cafe. Paris is the best terma in Rio as it goes back and forth with Perola for talent. Casuarina is the best tier 1 spot to eat. It is at Posto 10 in Barra.
Casuarina.
Av. Lcio Costa, 16410 - Recreio dos Bandeirantes, Rio de Janeiro. RJ, 22795-008.
Paris Cafe.
Av das Americas 15105 - Recreio dos Bandeirantes, Rio de Janeiro. RJ, 22795-008.
[URL]https://www.recreioterapias.com.br/[/URL]
Avenida Alfredo Balthazar the Silveira 1827.
1. 2 Metro Jardim Oceanico:
Pineapple and Perola Negra. Did this recently with ISGer QNinja, a good wingman who brought some cell phones and who stayed for security at termas like the secret termas downtown, which he liked too, a good fit so he was promoted to admin of our whatsapp group.
[URL]https://www.instagram.com/_pineappleoficial/?hl=en[/URL]
[URL]https://maps.app.goo.gl/MbKGMhP1B3qNwM9c9[/URL]
Olegario Maciel 207 is Pineapple. It is a top date place. In fact, when Vagabundo and QNinja were there, girls sent their numbers over to our table. When they came to the table, Vagabundo jiu jitsu'ed them: "Nos somos go go boys. Vc pode paga nos 500 reais por sexo por uma hora, por vcs talvez vou fazer disconto 300 reais". That got a laugh. Later at Perola Negra, Q ninja reported that he had talked to them on whatsapp and that they asked for 500 DOLLARS (what the fuck over! The region (barra) is pricy.
Other good restaurants in the area include pesqueiro.
[URL]https://www.instagram.com/pesqueiro.rj/?hl=en[/URL]
Look, when you go out there, the girl is there for pictures, and your job, lads, is to be her camera man. So, expect fuckery. That's Brazilian hoars, nay, all Brazilian women. They are a all instagram hoars.
Na brasa Colombia, Olegario Maciel / Perola Negra in Barra, Posto 1. (Na Brasa Colombia is also in Botafogo, Copa, Recreio).
Perola Negra, Ave de Pepe 400, Barra, Posto 1.
Na Brasa Colombia, Barra, Olegario Maciel 7 (closest terma, and best IMHO for all Rio, is Perola Negra, Ave de Pepe 400).
[URL]https://nabrasacolumbia.com.br/barra/[/URL]
You can expect to pay $250 all in. $160 for salmao na brasa, or my favorite, filet de peixe bel munier, for enough to serve 2. Again, I recommend the limonade suisse. The salada caprese is excellent. Everything is good. Locations all over Rio, including Botafogo, Copa, Recreio. Botafogo is the original, and it is located at the top of the social economic food chain (Exec Talent will hate me for saying that). Again, that's $50 US Dollars, which is not all that much in the rich world, $250 reais is a few fucks in Rio, so it is valuable consideration.
OK, all that said, what it is harder to get in those rich world venues you mention like LA or NYC is cheap, good, super hot Carioca pussy. That's the point. The top tier food and top tier hoar combination goes a long, long way towards being about all that a man wants in life -- the 6 s's -- shit, shower, shave, supper, sex, sleep.
2. Metro Uruguiana: Prive Darkroom / Centro Termas / Cais do Oriente, (close to 4 x 4 too, excellent food).
Cais do Oriente (where I ate today with two ISGers), the excellent prixe fixe menu is $70 reais plus beverage (I recommend the limonade suisse). That's $14 US Dollars. For a 3 course meal. 100 meters from 4 x4 and 65.
[URL]https://caisdooriente-rj.com.br/[/URL]
3. Metro Cinelandia: Terma UpHouse / Nova Capella, Mem de Sa 96.
[URL]https://www.instagram.com/nova_capela/?utm_medium=copy_link[/URL]
Contemporaneo, nearby on Gomes Freire.
[URL]https://g.page/contemporaneolapa?share[/URL]
4. Metro Botafogo / Bus to PUC: Super Upscale Sushi place / Solarium, JJ Seabrea.
Temakeria. Best sushi.
[URL]https://maps.app.goo.gl/Xt483LUgNgJpN1BS8[/URL]
Na Brasa Colombia (the original) on rua sao clemente.
Close to new terma Caribean Sul, are. Prof. Alfredo Gomes 9.
5. Metro Cardeal Arcoverde: Marius seafood / Monte Carlo.
Marius in Leme.
[URL]http://marius.com.br/[/URL]
The all you can eat is $250 reais. Expect $300 with drinks and other charges. But all you can eat oysters, etc. Badass.
6. Metro Sao Cristavao: Prive Massagemtijuca (12 h - 17 h) / Terma Mosaico (20 h - 05 h / VM (24/7//365) / Aconchega Carioca.
Aconchega Carioca, top dish there is a pumpkin stuffed with shrimp, $200 reais.
[URL]https://www.facebook.com/aconchego.carioca/[/URL]
I ate at Marius less than 2 months ago with an ISGer from Italy, and it was $250 r. It's a once a month or quarter spectacular meal for those who love seafood, like me.
I will add, Cafe Marambaia in Guaratiba has the best paella I have ever had.
Cais do Oriente has become kind of a go to for centro mongering, as I was yesterday with two ISGers.
The bigger point, and the point of this thread is that Senor Anaggie and Senor Mr E were saying that all the brazilian chow is similar. I'm just saying that there is some really good eating choices near the thing that makes Rio and Brazil unique -- the sex, which is the point of this board, after all.
Here are a few more excellent choices.
Nova Capella, Mem de Sa 96.
[URL]https://www.instagram.com/nova_capela/?utm_medium=copy_link[/URL]
Contemporaneo, nearby on Gomes Freire.
[URL]https://g.page/contemporaneolapa?share[/URL]
Senor Bonhead had some recommendations in Humaita, as did Senor Bach123 in Leblon.
I take Senor Anaggie's point that there are perhaps even better restaurants, and women, in SP, but at a higher cost, and without the beach / waterfall hiking combinations which make Rio geographically unique. Its a matter of personal taste, like the Copa / Barra debate being whether you prefer Times Square (copa) or Miami and safety (Barra); SP, I know well too, but its just that I prefer actually swimming in the ocean, while also having a sex menu which is completely full from top to bottom tier, all colors, and for that Rio and Barra is optimal, perhaps a little like the Cartegena of the Marquez novels.
And without meaning any disrespect or harm whatsover, I will suggest that some of those novellas, like Memories of my melancholy working girls by Marquez, might be a good antidote to Brazil Withdrawal Syndrome; I realize that much of what this particular board is is actually just reminicences by men who are not in Rio, and who can only spend a small percentage of their time in Rio due to their circumstances.[/QUOTE]Galeto leblon has ssome nice chicken and also esch kafe has a great fillet mignon with pepper sauce enjoy guys.
I am planning a stay in Copacabana in late November and am looking for a list of known, "guest friendly" hotels in the area, if one exists. I know a lot of guys use air-bnb for this purpose, however, I prefer hotels for the convenience, breakfast options, concierge, security, etc. Rather than air-bnb. I am also not an experienced air-bnb user and would hate to have my trip ruined by an uncooperative or otherwise difficult condo owner listing on that site.
On my two prior trips to Rio I had a great time at the thermas and prives. All things being equal, I would like to also have the option to bring one back to my room. I haven't seen a post on here setting this out and think it would be of use to a lot of other visitors, not just me. Any help would be appreciated.
[QUOTE=ZofoMofo;3016723]I am planning a stay in Copacabana in late November and am looking for a list of known, "guest friendly" hotels in the area, if one exists. I know a lot of guys use air-bnb for this purpose, however, I prefer hotels for the convenience, breakfast options, concierge, security, etc. Rather than air-bnb. I am also not an experienced air-bnb user and would hate to have my trip ruined by an uncooperative or otherwise difficult condo owner listing on that site.
On my two prior trips to Rio I had a great time at the thermas and prives. All things being equal, I would like to also have the option to bring one back to my room. I haven't seen a post on here setting this out and think it would be of use to a lot of other visitors, not just me. Any help would be appreciated.[/QUOTE]The best is to email the hotels you are interested in. I heard that Pestana and Hilton, but you need to email them and ask.
[QUOTE=ZofoMofo;3016723]I am planning a stay in Copacabana in late November and am looking for a list of known, "guest friendly" hotels in the area, if one exists. I know a lot of guys use air-bnb for this purpose, however, I prefer hotels for the convenience, breakfast options, concierge, security, etc. Rather than air-bnb. I am also not an experienced air-bnb user and would hate to have my trip ruined by an uncooperative or otherwise difficult condo owner listing on that site.
On my two prior trips to Rio I had a great time at the thermas and prives. All things being equal, I would like to also have the option to bring one back to my room. I haven't seen a post on here setting this out and think it would be of use to a lot of other visitors, not just me. Any help would be appreciated.[/QUOTE]Their is a popular brand of hotel in south america named Ibis, there is like 2-3 in rio and I seen some in other south american country. They have an apps on apple store for the booking and all the stuff. They are girls friendly every where usually. I dint been in one in rio yet but in the other country I was calling lobby to tell the girls who was coming and they was letting her walk to the room. No hastl to go downstair an dwait in lobby.
The insinuation that SP has better high quality girls than Rio is a fallacy in my opinion. Rio might not have a place where very end stunners congregates, like Scandallo. But if you seek, ye shall find. A lot of guys just want to fish in a barrel. There are stunners everywhere and every place in Rio and I'm still discovering more. To get the best of Rio, you have to put in the work. Trawl through the trash and lovelies and you will get what you want.
From Monte Carlo, 4 x4, Centaurus, Solarium, Paris Cafe, Perola Negra, Dolce Vita, Casablanca, Centro Prives, Mosaico, Vila mimosa massage parlours. Then you have tons of independent online where you get some great bargains. I'm doing a lot online as I'm finding a lot of stunners at bargain prices. I have been also been going beach hopping from Copa to Barra de Tijuca and boy have I seen the light.
If you want high end you can try [URL]BarrasViprio.com[/URL] or high the high end massage spots and do a massage and get numbers. If you got game, then hit the clubs. Rio has something for everyone. The variety, beach, other day options and cost makes it Rio for me anyday.
SP beats Rio in terms of high class establishments. Quality of establishments is much higher in SP from even the ordinary prives to boates. SP is more expensive from bottom up, compared to Rio. The quality of girls in Prives in SP has gone down and prices up. It was so bad I didn't session at any Prive in SP.
I met a girl at Scandallo in SP and she was asking 1 k reals and I declined. My last trip to Rio, she sent me a message that she was in Rio and could go for 700 reals. I still declined and offered 500 reals.
To each his own. Whenever I'm in Rio and staying at my hotel in Copa and I open the curtains and look down at the beach and see those fine ass morenas tanning on the beach. I smile and feel alive. Rio for me any day. The more I come to Rio, the better it becomes.
My two cents.
[QUOTE=ZofoMofo;3016723]I am planning a stay in Copacabana in late November and am looking for a list of known, "guest friendly" hotels in the area, if one exists. I know a lot of guys use air-bnb for this purpose, however, I prefer hotels for the convenience, breakfast options, concierge, security, etc. Rather than air-bnb. I am also not an experienced air-bnb user and would hate to have my trip ruined by an uncooperative or otherwise difficult condo owner listing on that site.
On my two prior trips to Rio I had a great time at the thermas and prives. All things being equal, I would like to also have the option to bring one back to my room. I haven't seen a post on here setting this out and think it would be of use to a lot of other visitors, not just me. Any help would be appreciated.[/QUOTE]JW Marriott is girl friendly. Just make sure the girls carry their original ID or they can log in to their digital one online. No photos or pdfs on their phone.
Agreed. Well said.
[QUOTE=Tribute15;3016894]The insinuation that SP has better high quality girls than Rio is a fallacy in my opinion. Rio might not have a place where very end stunners congregates, like Scandallo. But if you seek, ye shall find. A lot of guys just want to fish in a barrel. There are stunners everywhere and every place in Rio and I'm still discovering more. To get the best of Rio, you have to put in the work. Trawl through the trash and lovelies and you will get what you want.
From Monte Carlo, 4 x4, Centaurus, Solarium, Paris Cafe, Perola Negra, Dolce Vita, Casablanca, Centro Prives, Mosaico, Vila mimosa massage parlours. Then you have tons of independent online where you get some great bargains. I'm doing a lot online as I'm finding a lot of stunners at bargain prices. I have been also been going beach hopping from Copa to Barra de Tijuca and boy have I seen the light.
If you want high end you can try [URL]BarrasViprio.com[/URL] or high the high end massage spots and do a massage and get numbers. If you got game, then hit the clubs. Rio has something for everyone. The variety, beach, other day options and cost makes it Rio for me anyday.
SP beats Rio in terms of high class establishments. Quality of establishments is much higher in SP from even the ordinary prives to boates. SP is more expensive from bottom up, compared to Rio. The quality of girls in Prives in SP has gone down and prices up. It was so bad I didn't session at any Prive in SP.
I met a girl at Scandallo in SP and she was asking 1 k reals and I declined. My last trip to Rio, she sent me a message that she was in Rio and could go for 700 reals. I still declined and offered 500 reals.
To each his own. Whenever I'm in Rio and staying at my hotel in Copa and I open the curtains and look down at the beach and see those fine ass morenas tanning on the beach. I smile and feel alive. Rio for me any day. The more I come to Rio, the better it becomes.
My two cents.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Tribute15;3016894]The insinuation that SP has better high quality girls than Rio is a fallacy in my opinion. Rio might not have a place where very end stunners congregates, like Scandallo. But if you seek, ye shall find. A lot of guys just want to fish in a barrel. There are stunners everywhere and every place in Rio and I'm still discovering more. To get the best of Rio, you have to put in the work. Trawl through the trash and lovelies and you will get what you want.
From Monte Carlo, 4 x4, Centaurus, Solarium, Paris Cafe, Perola Negra, Dolce Vita, Casablanca, Centro Prives, Mosaico, Vila mimosa massage parlours. Then you have tons of independent online where you get some great bargains. I'm doing a lot online as I'm finding a lot of stunners at bargain prices. I have been also been going beach hopping from Copa to Barra de Tijuca and boy have I seen the light.
If you want high end you can try [URL]BarrasViprio.com[/URL] or high the high end massage spots and do a massage and get numbers. If you got game, then hit the clubs. Rio has something for everyone. The variety, beach, other day options and cost makes it Rio for me anyday.
SP beats Rio in terms of high class establishments. Quality of establishments is much higher in SP from even the ordinary prives to boates. SP is more expensive from bottom up, compared to Rio. The quality of girls in Prives in SP has gone down and prices up. It was so bad I didn't session at any Prive in SP.
I met a girl at Scandallo in SP and she was asking 1 k reals and I declined. My last trip to Rio, she sent me a message that she was in Rio and could go for 700 reals. I still declined and offered 500 reals.
To each his own. Whenever I'm in Rio and staying at my hotel in Copa and I open the curtains and look down at the beach and see those fine ass morenas tanning on the beach. I smile and feel alive. Rio for me any day. The more I come to Rio, the better it becomes.
My two cents.[/QUOTE]The bang for buck rate in Rio outside the termas seems to be 500 max. Any girl asking over 500 and its time to message the next girl in your line up because she will agree. The range is 300 to 500. There are too many girls and not enough paying guys to fuck them. After spending some time in Rio, my favorite terma is 4 x4, but its also kind of a annoying because its a bit of hike from my airbnb in copacabana, especially at rush hour. Always get a number or two each time you hit these places up and you will create a nice roster of women to fuck at your airbnb. Rio is an airbnb city for those on a budget. I have been hitting the malecon up day for sun and exercise and its a very bonus that Rio has. Lapa Up house during the week can also be fun if you don't want to spend the money in Casablanca or Marrakesh. Up house a bit more run down, but really not bad at all and prices are good. Weekend, talent seems to drop off I think.
Three Plans of attack that have worked for me in Rio for newbies like me. I stayed in Copacabana, so always warmed up at Mabs.
1. Warm up at Mabs. Some free lancers for eye candy and can score numbers if one catches your eye. Cheap drinks and no cover. You have several places to go right in Copacabana. Casablanca, Monte Carlo, Marakshesh, and one or two others, I for get there names. These places all have 100 to 200 cover charge and drinks a bt more expensive, but talent and ratio is nice. Take out fee is 300 to 650 and whatever the girl wants. Usually around 500 for a decent session. You to you to negotiate. You also have dolce vida. Dolce is hit or miss, but can be fun. Drinks are priciest in Copacabana so be careful. Usually girls want 500 to take them out and fuck them at your place. Dolce is open late some nights as well until 6 am. This is how I mostly rolled during my trip. I ended up fucking half the girls in every place and by the end I was getting the stink from some because of my shameless mongering LOL, especially at Mabs.
2. Warm up at Mabs. Head to 4 x4. 4 x4 was my favorite club for quality of girl, service delivered, and overall class of venue. 4 x4 has some really sexy girls and I was impressed. I even ran into a prominent youtuber who does many videos on Rio there. Was surprised he was drinking alone in a place like 4 x4, but I guess he loves pussy like the rest of us. I usually fuck, have a few more drinks after fucking and then head to Lapa. Lapa has two termas both called Up House. The more time I spent in Lapa the more I did notice there are some free lancers, but they are hard to spot and you don't really know there agenda. I have heard there was a spike in druggings in Lapa recently. Up House is not bad, but they give you a ticket you get your drinks marked on and you pay when you leave, make sure you don't lose your ticket. 4 x4 and lapa are close to each other. Sessions for room and everything for 1 hour is around 500 I think. Its cheaper than clubs in copacabana. Can wander lapa for some street drinks if you want after up house, but just be careful.
3. Warm up at Mabs, head to Perola Negra or Centaurus. Head to Vitrinni. I did not go this route, but both venues are in Ipanema and the opposite end of 4 x4 and lapa in rio. As some have posted before, Vitrinni is a normal club with FLs mixed in and is quite expensive.
Side tip: Good restaurant on Rappi. Hell Burger has excellent burgers. Giuseppi Italian Grill for cheap steak and some spaghetti dishes. They were my go to.
[QUOTE=ZofoMofo;3016723]I am planning a stay in Copacabana in late November and am looking for a list of known, "guest friendly" hotels in the area, if one exists. I know a lot of guys use air-bnb for this purpose, however, I prefer hotels for the convenience, breakfast options, concierge, security, etc. Rather than air-bnb. I am also not an experienced air-bnb user and would hate to have my trip ruined by an uncooperative or otherwise difficult condo owner listing on that site.
.[/QUOTE]For an Airbnb read the house rules, if it says no guests or your guests need to be registered ahead of time then move on. You need to have a conversation with the hosts about guests, if they tell you guests are allowed but they need to leave a copy of their identification at the front desk that's a good thing because it gives you a level of security as most girls would think twice about doing something illegal if you know who they are.
[QUOTE=Tribute15;3016894]The insinuation that SP has better high quality girls than Rio is a fallacy in my opinion. Rio might not have a place where very end stunners congregates, like Scandallo. But if you seek, ye shall find. A lot of guys just want to fish in a barrel. There are stunners everywhere and every place in Rio and I'm still discovering more. To get the best of Rio, you have to put in the work. Trawl through the trash and lovelies and you will get what you want.
From Monte Carlo, 4 x4, Centaurus, Solarium, Paris Cafe, Perola Negra, Dolce Vita, Casablanca, Centro Prives, Mosaico, Vila mimosa massage parlours. Then you have tons of independent online where you get some great bargains. I'm doing a lot online as I'm finding a lot of stunners at bargain prices. I have been also been going beach hopping from Copa to Barra de Tijuca and boy have I seen the light.
If you want high end you can try [URL]BarrasViprio.com[/URL] or high the high end massage spots and do a massage and get numbers. If you got game, then hit the clubs. Rio has something for everyone. The variety, beach, other day options and cost makes it Rio for me anyday.
SP beats Rio in terms of high class establishments. Quality of establishments is much higher in SP from even the ordinary prives to boates. SP is more expensive from bottom up, compared to Rio. The quality of girls in Prives in SP has gone down and prices up. It was so bad I didn't session at any Prive in SP.
I met a girl at Scandallo in SP and she was asking 1 k reals and I declined. My last trip to Rio, she sent me a message that she was in Rio and could go for 700 reals. I still declined and offered 500 reals.
To each his own. Whenever I'm in Rio and staying at my hotel in Copa and I open the curtains and look down at the beach and see those fine ass morenas tanning on the beach. I smile and feel alive. Rio for me any day. The more I come to Rio, the better it becomes.
My two cents.[/QUOTE]I have to agree with you about Rio, even if you stroll around Barra as well. The caveat is that it ain't like other places where you feel like shooting fish in a barrel like Scandallo. There are tons of freelancers on the beach and in clubs on a normal day. Almost all girls I've come across they would take some "help" and go out on a "date" with you.
The ratio of Women to Men in Rio is wider than SP, like 88 men per 100 women.
[QUOTE=Tribute15;3016894]The insinuation that SP has better high quality girls than Rio is a fallacy in my opinion. Rio might not have a place where very end stunners congregates, like Scandallo.
SP beats Rio in terms of high class establishments. Quality of establishments is much higher in SP from even the ordinary prives to boates. SP is more expensive from bottom up, compared to Rio. [/QUOTE]That is only because Sao Paulo is more New York City (straight laced business oriented Studio 54) while Rio is more Daytona Beach (laid back flip flops hippie vibe). Personally, I am a flip flops guy. Not trying to go pay 5 times the money just because a chick is dressed up.
I think the replies were to someone who is new. What you are going to tell someone like that other than based on obvious facts and numbers. Sao Paulo also is a far much larger city.
Eventually, I think it is determined by the connection one made with the girls and the city. For me, Sao Paulo offers a better quality of life. More restaurants, more diverse, better infrastructures and more things to do at night.
I am kicking around small cities, the ones that has no airport, in the south right now. All the bus terminals that I have been to all point to Sao Paulo in big print as the center of the universe. LOL.
As for price, this is from a post dated 2011 from a smaller town too.
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My Russian tutor has returned to Rio. I am breeding her while she teaches me Russian.
I pay her to teach me to sing these lyrics perfectly.
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nidQCt_HEsY&list=RDnidQCt_HEsY&index=2[/URL]
Prologue: The Russian.
Sweeping the walkway.
A backwards step.
My head collides.
With the old bell.
Forgot it was there.
Now we both ring together.
The Russian.
I walk the kunt back from the University to the Russian embassy, from the school in the hills with the rich negras and pretos and mulattas and the sheiks and high priests of the Slavic Orthodox church. There are two pretos who both want to fuck the Russian, and she wants to fuck the pretos.
We all have been drinking and smoking ganja but not the Russian, she is pure, pure as the driven snow outside of Moscow where in 1942 my grandfather Christian Shultz of the German Army, the Wermacht ploughed Russians, like all our fascist forebears, and now the Jews he put in the camps are allegedly committing genocide, and the Russians are fighting the fascists again, the Communists are fighting the fascists and the nationalists in Latina countries are attaching wires from field phones to Jihadis, and cranking the handle until the alleged terrorist suspects named Abdullah foam from the mouth, writhing in agony as their balls die by electrocution first, but not their brain. What is that the torturer says in 120 days of Salom, we will kill you 1000 times rather than once, we will parade you into faux so called courts of law, with your ears bandaged because we cut them off and fed them to you, and your eyes hanging out, and we go to the Metro Leblon, first one preto says good night to the Russian, and then the other preto tries to linger behind because he wants to fuck the Russian, to shove 22 centimeters of black dick up into her shit filled ass without any lube except for his spit, but I circle back and linger longer, and as she is calling the uber, I catch my Russian tutor's hand. I am paying her. In reais. In cash. Because I refuse to get PIX because I to do not want to be tracked by communists, and now Brazil, a province of Russia, is communist, just as surely as is China, and Russia, and Venezuela, and Cuba.
She thinks I am Cuban, because I told her so, and because I declared my allegiance to communism back up at the school in the hills, where we have hiked for months, every Sunday, for a hundred weeks. While she teaches me Russian. And I pay her in kind, by teaching her English. American English. American Porn English.
And finance.
She is a semi pro.
I have become tired of hoars and kunts.
Or so I thought.
Then I took her by Uber to Motel VIPS, where she tutored me in Russian, and I tutored her.
We watched Annette Schwartz fucked by 5 black men outside of an abortion clinic in East LA gangland from blacksonblondes dot com.
Ice Cold fucked Annette, and Annette choked, and pulled the trigger on the and word.
The and word.
It is like a gun. You have to have a license to use it.
It is like fuk.
Or hoar.
Or kunt.
Admins from websites will program their HTML to find and replace the and word, kunt, or hoar. And replace the words with asterisks.
As if it makes any difference.
There is a version of Huck Finn, like Django Unchained, or like James a new novel, or like American Fiction, watch closely at the end of the film, an image of Jim sits there, watching the main black character, and the main character who was up for an Oscar salutes Jim from Huck Finn a pair of centuries ago, more or less, Rogan, Twain, Franklin are American Literature -- Letras -- in four words, and I have taught my Russian kunt hoar who fuks like the 20 year old ballerina that she is to speak perfect American English by watching Joe Rogan, now on youtube again, after the marxists in the Nasdaq tried to cancel him, those kunts, those dry, over 45 year old kunts, your wives, dear ISG reader, internationalsexguide. NL reader. Those kunts may as well have their kunt lips, labia stitched shut in the hospital in Botafogo down the street from Bambina, where I had my colon done, a day later for Nina DePonca to give me a handjob in the hospital. Now there's a kunt, older, in her 40's, but her kunt still lubes up, and her hands know how to frig a prick.
Yes, the Russian would listen to Joe Rogan on spotify and youtube between fucking up at VIPS, where Stagliano did his best work on [URL]evilangel.com[/URL]. We would listen to Rogan, Springteen, and we would fuck. I took up cycling again, and triathlon, and we would swim half a mile at Posto 2 by our apartment which Mossad paid for half the year, and the SWISS NAVY intelligence chief paid for for the other half -- not out of his agency, but out of his personal funds, mind you.
So, the Russian and I would swim, then hop on the little orange rental bikes from ITAU, and we would bike down to Posto 12, and then we would hike to the nude beach, to Praia Abrico, and we would fuk.
I fucked her ass.
Bare because she liked pain, that was a year ago.
And the only lube we had was CLP, cleaner Lubricant Protectant. CLP, a little bottle of which I kept in the pistol grip of the Taurus T4, disassembled in half in my backpack, the one I always carry, the one by a local Brazilian brand. And she didn't want to get preggers. So, we used the greek method of birth control. She gave me her tight little Russian ass, the one on the top of those long dancers legs. More than once the faggots had circled us, and more than once, the Russian had taken a suppressed Glock 26 out of her camelback, and shot a Brazilian faggot in the dick, which was hard. And then we would fuk more, the monkeys having receded from the sight of a man bleeding out from his balls. She liked that. I liked that she liked that. My grandfather Christian Shultz of Hamburg liked that too when he raped Russians on the way to Moscow, and on the way back to Berlin, and in Prague, where he signed the manifests that sent Jews from the trains to my grandmother, Emmi Shultz of Hamburg, Germany, where we kept them in our family apartments near the wharf, where we paid fisher boat captains in gold to take them to Amsterdam, which is why, in the water bottle compartment of my Rush 72 5-11 pack, I have a dozen black passports, sent to me by the Rothschild's family office, because the Russian is from a Russian Orthodox family which does business with Russian Jews.
That was a year ago, 71 weeks ago, to be exact.
I can't give the Russian the codename Ann Amari because she is not black, but, I do give her the codename Anne Amari anyway, because I know, ironically, the Russian prefers big black dick -- or as she likes to call BBC -- and-word dick, just like Annette Schwartz in Blacks and Blondes, you know the one, Dreman, the one where the Kraut Nazi biatch -- there is another one of those words -- uses the and-word, pulls that trigger on that and-word just like Annette Schwartz pulls the trigger on a Assault Rifle in 7. 92 Kurtz, with a telescopic sight that her father made for her in a machine shop down at the wharf in Hamburg, like my mother.
My mother would watch Sound of Music over and over.
She would watch Sound of Music because of her kinship with the nun of the movie who goes to Salzburg and fucks an Austrian Navy Captain, then to take the family to Switzerland, because I am that Captain, with 453, illegitimate children from Tijuana to Porto Allegre, all of whom will get Medical Degrees on the dime of Gavin Newsom, that faggot.
So, the Russian learns Spanish from Carlos Santana, and I learn Russian from her favorite Russian pop music with good Russian language to learn Russian, and what is the best Netflix movies to learn Russian?
We would fuk like that, an hour of Russian tutoring for me, and then I would sit and play [URL]economist.com[/URL] audio for her, and eat her pussy with my finger in her tight kunt, I would be listening to Henry Miller on earbuds with my lips stroking her clit, while I used just one finger to stroke her g spot, until she came, again. See, the thing about [URL]economist.com[/URL] audio is that it is good English to teach finance, and I would raise the topic of prostitution with students by playing the article from 2014 on prostitution with all the charts on how white girls get more, and we would joke, that the Russian has the callsign of a black girl from Haiti, Anne Amari, that is. The Russian likes to eat pussy too, by the way, especially black pussy, especially when she has the black girl tied up and a ball gag in her mouth. That's why I love the Russian, and because its genetic.
I am a viking.
My German Grandfather was enslaving and freeing Jews while he was killing Russians on the steppes of Ukraine when my father was shooting gooks and japs and the yellow man with his 40 mm Bofors cannon, and his. 50 Ma deuce, with Marine Corps advisers in the Straits of Malacca in the battle of 1941 to 1944, when he would offload Thai hoars for gold and ganja, and other barter with Indians, those horny fuks.
I digress.
So, it was March 14th. We were at the Leblon Metro. The preto named Felipe was trying hard to fuk the Russian. I came back up to the street, and caught her eye. I had messaged her on Zap, vamos no dias Ferreira. To the apartment above boteca Belmonte. She had done this a dozen times. There was the Hezbollah Jihadi she had sliced in the stomach outside of Na Brasa Colombia.
I was seated inside with a DE at agent, after catholic mass on Sunday night. We were at a street window. The Jihadi had been following me, but Anne Amari Russian had been following me, as was our habit. She had a 5. 7 Palmetto State Pistol with a suppressor in the camelback. She had shot the jihadi once in the balls. Then she had taken his balls, as we often liked to do in the hills of Yemen and Ethiopia when we were interning with doctors without borders, usually with a bunch of former SEALS and active duty SEALS embedded.
The Russian and I trained Capoiera, for our beach fucks at abrico, there in the capoiera studios of downtown Sao Paulo in Bela Vista where we tracked the Hezbollah slave traders and gun runners and porn producers and soul stealers and sinners with their kunts and guns. The American kunts will cut your dick off because you use the and-word without a license, but they could care less if you write that a hot ass Russian ballerina cut off a black Muslim criminal terrorist's balls outside of Na Brasa Colombia in Botafogo to protect me, while I reported a source to a Swiss Navy NCIS agent.
The Russian and I sprinted at a slow jog back to Boteca Belmonte, then we found a rare negra and her Brazilian soccer player boyfriend from Germany at Boteca Belmonte, and then we four foot patrolled to the Russian consulate, where we fucked. The Russian fucked the Brazilian and the German with a strapon, and I fucked the Russian and the Brazilian kunt. We entered the Russian consulate with a key FOB that opened the garage door, and we swept in in a good wedge formation that the instructors at Quantico had taught us in Officers Candidate School during Small Unit Leadership Evaluation One, where I was a SWISS NAVY exchange Officer from Medellin, so long ago, in the summer of 1998.
"Give me 1000 words of erotica" the Russian would command me in her purring perfect American English voice. The fucking KGB was paying me to tutor her in American English. We were in the priest's apartment, casa de padres, in the hills around the university. There was the crazy eyed priest who ministered to samba schools in the Rocinha hills, up Estrada the Gavea, where the red headed Ruiva kunt attended the doctor professors in the School of Saude, where the surgeon, like God, had taught me surgery, just as the Roman soldiers had put a spear in the side of Christ, like the surgeon pierced my side in the hospital in Botafogo, 7 months, 189 days ago. God the surgeon had after I was asleep put a catheter in my penis, and after he took it out, Nina DePonca had stroked my dick back to health with her hand, the same one that milked the balls of a fellow ISG member in the pool in the swing deck at Paris Cafe less than a month ago, like a good cum extraction nurse. Because that is what the former Rayssa of JuPanteras dot com does best, she knows how to get a man off with her mouth and fist, or her fingers.
You date a black girl with a tight Haitian ass with a pitbull so you have a fire team of 3, but you can substitute a Russian ballerina for the black girl and call her Anne Amari because black girls and hot ass Russian ballerinas are interchangeable for the purposes of security.
So, that was the fifth or tenth time we fucked, in the casa de padres, in the apartment.
Then we would fuck in the priest's dressing room in the church, where I had a key and a locker because I was an altar boy walkon who was trusted to carry a cross and a collection plate full of money, and she was too because she was devout Slavic Orthodox. We reunited Western and Eastern Christianity. My Catholic balls tightened up, and her Slavic Orthodox kunt muscles milked my German milk, my Malaysian Muslim seed, into her box, and she bore me a dozen children, all boys, all medical doctors by 2050 on the dime of Gavin Newsom, that faggot.
Not that there is anything wrong with that, but real women, like Anne Amari and the Russian Anne Amari detest faggots, because they do not like the competition. Good Russian women cut off the balls of German prisoners before they send them back to their women. Because the world is a violent place, and Brasil is neutral.
So, if you want to fuck kunt that works at JP Morgan Prime Brokerage clients in the Russian Consulate, get a apartment in Leblon, near the metro, on the foot path back into the hills by the Christian university. Then find the slavic orthodox ballerinas. You can warm up on negras and morenas and mulattas and brancas, indeed, the slavic orthodox kunts like to have their white pussies eaten out by mulattas with their thick lips and long tongues, all the better for sucking on slavic orthodox clits like the clitorises are small penises, just a centimeter or a dozen milimeters long.
Then sometime in 2054, when I am with my Russian queen in our house out on Isla Grande, surrounded by decommissioned Swiss Navy Virginia and Seawolf class submarines tied up with Petrobras oil tankers and helicopters, surrounded by our families of medical doctors and pit bulls and US Marine Corps Commissioned Officers and Staff Non Commissioned Officers, we take turns piloting FPV drones to drop thermobaric grenades onto hoards of Jihadi masses.
It is always easy to find a black Anne Amari at Vila Mimosa or Lapa or Centro. I pay 300 reais pernoite. I fuk the negra Anne Amari once a day, and she cooks and cleans a little and eats and insists on uber to and fro from the favela, where she dodges 7.62 x 51 rounds from para FALs.
But it takes some skill to find a Russian Slavic Orthodox Anne Amari, lets call the Russian Monica Sweetheart, how is that for a porn allusion, Senor Dreman?
The Russian doesn't smoke ganja. She doesn't drink. She trained dance in Russia, and together we train Capoeira in Brazil, we swim bike run from at classicobeachclub to Praia Abrico, where we fuk, kill for fun, and then swim out to the boat which we take with the Grupo Maritimo out to the waiting USS SEAWOLF and from thence to USS Florida with the love shack in the Captain's suite -- our love shack is nothing more than a Macbook Pro with 24 gb of RAM -- thanks Senor MichaelSamuel -- and the iPhone 13 in a waterproof neck case -- thanks senor Dreman.
I am not a secret agent.
Dreman is not a CIA officer. Dreman is a Assistant US Attorney from the Southern District of New York. And Uncle Sam is grateful to the Russian for what she did there in Botafogo last week. Uncle Sam is grateful to the Russian dancer, who tumbled in a flawless capoeira move to break the aggressor's jaw after she shot him and before she took what made him a man.
After the Russian left the Jihadi alive -- she had applied the tourniquet -- I circled back to Na Brasa Colombia, and then I took the Russian to Hotel Panda. We were regular faces. She had been my tutor, and I had been her tutor for weeks, and we took the same bus to Metro Botafogo from the hills, where we shared ear buds to listen to Russian or American pop -- Springsteen, Jimmy Hendrix, and all the pernoite soft rock that Manuela Gomes had given me in Motel Love Time years ago in 2014 when we were first fucking.
There are 12 million sets of eyes in Rio de Janeiro, but it is a small town of small towns.
Fuking negras in Botafogo was my passion.
I fuked Kainan Bellato in the Airbnb in Botafogo, and cooked, and she offered me her bare free gratis holes for the use of the apartment while she was a new hoar. Kainan was the best, the tightest, until the Russian, a black Russian, or a White Russian, and I walked around Rio with the Russian, like the Big Lebowski, with my big lebowski up her ass for months, until she got on the pill, then I emptied my seed into her kunt, now on medication to prevent pregnancy, the ultimate STD. Sometime in 2043, the Russian will turn 40, but I won't settle for Asians, even though I am half Asian, no I won't settle for Thai kunts, I won't settle for Latina kunts, or black kunts, or even German kunts, or best of all Italian kunts, like my father, a thirteenth generation SWISS GUARD (when a criminal record of running girls at knife point for the mafia does not ruin a career as a guard of popes, all of whom like Saint Augustine documents in Confessions had hoars, the present Argentino included, preferably tight young Italians with creamy pussies between their 15 year old legs when their weak 16 year old brothers are tied up by the Football linemen in the weight room at Saint Augustine College Preparatory, Lake Como, Switzerland (before the battles in which I earned my Swiss Navy Cross).
I shot my sperm into the Russian's kunt with the fury of a German corporal shooting a 50 mm flak into a attacking T34 tank at the last stand of Bakmut or Advika, and she laced her long Russian fingers around my scrotum with strength that I knew could sterilize me as I came, each sperm, a million of them in each load, invaded her fallopian tube, like polish prisoners conscripted by my German grandfather to scrape away the crust of Russian infantry before my Grandfather tightened a finger around the trigger of the 50 mm, turning 4 Russian boys into pig roast, which in the Russian winter were a source of protein and fat.
And she gave me a child. And then a dozen.
And one of them, a licensed medical doctor, became the first Pope of a Unified Russian Orthodox and Catholic and Jewish unified church, not to mention the second coming of the Prophet Muhammed, all while doing tantric yoga to better fuck the Buddhist Japanese samba dancer at Samba School Salguera, you know the hot Japanese one that we saw that night a month ago with ISGer Caliboy, after we met up with PV118, that line of computer code who has jammed his centimeters bare into dozens of kunts which he keeps on a special wechat spreadsheet. I put that in there because I know he reads this, as do all of you jealous gamer porner fuks in the Rich World Pussy Prison known as Amerika, ruled by Feminazis named Pelosi and Cortez who strap on laws to fuck your ass and mouth and even your Amerikan pisshole if they can get another dead kunt like say Feinstein to put in the catheter, because you read this and you are jealous that I jammed my 17 centimeters of German bratwurst into the tight, bare, black kunt of a Russian named Anne Amari Monica Sweetheart, whom I gave a Google Pixel phone so I could track her every move by the IMEI, so I could drop a hellfire onto her cheating ass.
We would listen to the pernoite playlist all night, the one that Manuela Gomes gave me in the Love Time Motel in Gloria, where I would run hike walk with her from the Russian Consulate to the American Consulate back to the Swiss Consulate, where I would take her, across from the Hotel Alemeda, where I would hold Russian and English and Portuguese class with her in the Hotel Alemeda.
I would grab a hold of her brown hair.
I would jam her throat onto my bratwurst, thick, as the MILF I like to fuck at Perola gives me credit for, and I would choke the Russian, and get hard. I would fuck her from behind, and I would fuck her from the front missionary style. I would say to her garganta profunda, because I know she is a cheating kunt who loves the pretos who have 22 centimeter cocks that she cums on. But I win the Russian with my thick 17 centimeter German cock that touches her g spot, and then I service her g spot with my fingers, just one of them because she is a tight college girl. Her Russian **** tightens, and milks me, and like a true yogi, a true Gurkha, a true Indian mercenary, I ply my father's profession, I am a soldier for hire. My oath is to the Vatican for benefit of Israel, because I am the CFO of the biggest bank of the future, and the Russian is soon to be the President of the BRICS bank, headquartered here in Rio de Janeiro, in one of our houses, in Leblon by the Metro, and the other out at the Metro Jardim Oceanico, and the other house at the Metro Recreio, which will be done by 2025, per my lover's intelligent demand to the Governor of Rio de Janeiro state, by the mansions mansaos and condominium buildings where in the basements, the banco do brasil prints perfect counterfeits of Russian, Euro, Mexican, Amerikan, Swiss and Brazilian currency. Fuck pix.
My cost per fuck -- my CPF -- with the Russian is zero because she fucks me because every time we make love she cums loudly on my face, and will every day, until we die in each other's arms sometime in 2958, surrounded by our 456,768 little black kids, and grandkids, and their kids, all medical doctors who got a full ride from Gavin Newsom, that faggot, because I am a Swiss Navy veteran!
Hoorah!
Kill.
Covid 27: A RioFornication Novel, Book 1.
Chapter 1.
(fiction).
2012, Jordan.
Paul Manley, SJ, was a boxer who had blued at Oxford while earning his Masters. Never fully at home in the increasingly feminized Jesuit order, something in Manley had finally snapped when he escorted the body of a fellow Jesuit, 88, who had been murdered in the street by ISIS. Paul met a former West Point students of his at the airport. Now a Colonel in Delta Force, the officer had sought out Paul and offered any help given the circumstance. Paul simply had asked for a chance to seek justice — the justice of the Old Testament. The Israelis had women and men in the team, and a Russian Jew of stunning beauty had trained Manley for a few afternoons in shooting a pistol and rifle — only for defense — which after all was based on the same body mechanics as boxing. Weeks later, Paul was again an unofficial chaplain to the Colonel, who had Paul as a chaplain in 1990 in upstate New York in Beast Barracks.
Sweeping the walkway.
A backwards step.
My head collides.
With the old bell.
Forgot it was there.
Now we both ring together.
The Russian.
I walk the kunt back from the University to the Russian embassy, from the school in the hills with the rich negras and pretos and mulattas and the sheiks and high priests of the Slavic Orthodox church. There are two pretos who both want to fuck the Russian, and she wants to fuck the pretos.
We all have been drinking and smoking ganja but not the Russian, she is pure, pure as the driven snow outside of Moscow where in 1942 my grandfather Christian Shultz of the German Army, the Wermacht ploughed Russians, like all our fascist forebears, and now the Jews he put in the camps are allegedly committing genocide, and the Russians are fighting the fascists again, the Communists are fighting the fascists and the nationalists in Latina countries are attaching wires from field phones to Jihadis, and cranking the handle until the alleged terrorist suspects named Abdullah foam from the mouth, writhing in agony as their balls die by electrocution first, but not their brain. What is that the torturer says in 120 days of Salom, we will kill you 1000 times rather than once, we will parade you into faux so called courts of law, with your ears bandaged because we cut them off and fed them to you, and your eyes hanging out, and we go to the Metro Leblon, first one preto says good night to the Russian, and then the other preto tries to linger behind because he wants to fuck the Russian, to shove 22 centimeters of black dick up into her shit filled ass without any lube except for his spit, but I circle back and linger longer, and as she is calling the uber, I catch my Russian tutor's hand. I am paying her. In reais. In cash. Because I refuse to get PIX because I to do not want to be tracked by communists, and now Brazil, a province of Russia, is communist, just as surely as is China, and Russia, and Venezuela, and Cuba.
She thinks I am Cuban, because I told her so, and because I declared my allegiance to communism back up at the school in the hills, where we have hiked for months, every Sunday, for a hundred weeks. While she teaches me Russian. And I pay her in kind, by teaching her English. American English. American Porn English.
And finance.
She is a semi pro.
I have become tired of hoars and kunts.
Or so I thought.
Then I took her by Uber to Motel VIPS, where she tutored me in Russian, and I tutored her.
We watched Annette Schwartz fucked by 5 black men outside of an abortion clinic in East LA gangland from blacksonblondes dot com.
Ice Cold fucked Annette, and Annette choked, and pulled the trigger on the and word.
The and word.
It is like a gun. You have to have a license to use it.
It is like fuk.
Or hoar.
Or kunt.
Admins from websites will program their HTML to find and replace the and word, kunt, or hoar. And replace the words with asterisks.
As if it makes any difference.
There is a version of Huck Finn, like Django Unchained, or like James a new novel, or like American Fiction, watch closely at the end of the film, an image of Jim sits there, watching the main black character, and the main character who was up for an Oscar salutes Jim from Huck Finn a pair of centuries ago, more or less, Rogan, Twain, Franklin are American Literature -- Letras -- in four words, and I have taught my Russian kunt hoar who fuks like the 20 year old ballerina that she is to speak perfect American English by watching Joe Rogan, now on youtube again, after the marxists in the Nasdaq tried to cancel him, those kunts, those dry, over 45 year old kunts, your wives, dear ISG reader, internationalsexguide. NL reader. Those kunts may as well have their kunt lips, labia stitched shut in the hospital in Botafogo down the street from Bambina, where I had my colon done, a day later for Nina DePonca to give me a handjob in the hospital. Now there's a kunt, older, in her 40's, but her kunt still lubes up, and her hands know how to frig a prick.
Yes, the Russian would listen to Joe Rogan on spotify and youtube between fucking up at VIPS, where Stagliano did his best work on [URL]evilangel.com[/URL]. We would listen to Rogan, Springteen, and we would fuck. I took up cycling again, and triathlon, and we would swim half a mile at Posto 2 by our apartment which Mossad paid for half the year, and the Swiss Navy intelligence chief paid for for the other half -- not out of his agency, but out of his personal funds, mind you.
So, the Russian and I would swim, then hop on the little orange rental bikes from ITAU, and we would bike down to Posto 12, and then we would hike to the nude beach, to Praia Abrico, and we would fuk.
I fucked her ass.
Bare because she liked pain, that was a year ago.
And the only lube we had was CLP, cleaner Lubricant Protectant. CLP, a little bottle of which I kept in the pistol grip of the Taurus T4, disassembled in half in my backpack, the one I always carry, the one by a local Brazilian brand. And she didn't want to get preggers. So, we used the greek method of birth control. She gave me her tight little Russian ass, the one on the top of those long dancers legs. More than once the faggots had circled us, and more than once, the Russian had taken a suppressed Glock 26 out of her camelback, and shot a Brazilian faggot in the dick, which was hard. And then we would fuk more, the monkeys having receded from the sight of a man bleeding out from his balls. She liked that. I liked that she liked that. My grandfather Christian Shultz of Hamburg liked that too when he raped Russians on the way to Moscow, and on the way back to Berlin, and in Prague, where he signed the manifests that sent Jews from the trains to my grandmother, Emmi Shultz of Hamburg, Germany, where we kept them in our family apartments near the wharf, where we paid fisher boat captains in gold to take them to Amsterdam, which is why, in the water bottle compartment of my Rush 72 5-11 pack, I have a dozen black passports, sent to me by the Rothschild's family office, because the Russian is from a Russian Orthodox family which does business with Russian Jews.
That was a year ago, 71 weeks ago, to be exact.
I can't give the Russian the codename Ann Amari because she is not black, but, I do give her the codename Anne Amari anyway, because I know, ironically, the Russian prefers big black dick -- or as she likes to call BBC -- and-word dick, just like Annette Schwartz in Blacks and Blondes, you know the one, Dreman, the one where the Kraut Nazi girl -- there is another one of those words -- uses the and-word, pulls that trigger on that and-word just like Annette Schwartz pulls the trigger on a Assault Rifle in 7. 92 Kurtz, with a telescopic sight that her father made for her in a machine shop down at the wharf in Hamburg, like my mother.
My mother would watch Sound of Music over and over.
She would watch Sound of Music because of her kinship with the nun of the movie who goes to Salzburg and fucks an Austrian Navy Captain, then to take the family to Switzerland, because I am that Captain, with 453, illegitimate children from Tijuana to Porto Allegre, all of whom will get Medical Degrees on the dime of Gavin Newsom, that faggot.
So, the Russian learns Spanish from Carlos Santana, and I learn Russian from her favorite Russian pop music with good Russian language to learn Russian, and what is the best Netflix movies to learn Russian?
We would fuk like that, an hour of Russian tutoring for me, and then I would sit and play [URL]economist.com[/URL] audio for her, and eat her pussy with my finger in her tight kunt, I would be listening to Henry Miller on earbuds with my lips stroking her clit, while I used just one finger to stroke her g spot, until she came, again. See, the thing about [URL]economist.com[/URL] audio is that it is good English to teach finance, and I would raise the topic of prostitution with students by playing the article from 2014 on prostitution with all the charts on how white girls get more, and we would joke, that the Russian has the callsign of a black girl from Haiti, Anne Amari, that is. The Russian likes to eat pussy too, by the way, especially black pussy, especially when she has the black girl tied up and a ball gag in her mouth. That's why I love the Russian, and because its genetic.
I am a viking.
My German Grandfather was enslaving and freeing Jews while he was killing Russians on the steppes of Ukraine when my father was shooting gooks and japs and the yellow man with his 40 mm Bofors cannon, and his. 50 Ma deuce, with Marine Corps advisers in the Straits of Malacca in the battle of 1941 to 1944, when he would offload thai hoars for gold and ganja, and other barter with Indians, those horny fuks.
I digress.
So, it was March 14th. We were at the Leblon Metro. The preto named Felipe was trying hard to fuk the Russian. I came back up to the street, and caught her eye. I had messaged her on Zap, vamos no dias Ferreira. To the apartment above boteca Belmonte. She had done this a dozen times. There was the Hezbollah Jihadi she had sliced in the stomach outside of Na Brasa Colombia.
I was seated inside with a DE at agent, after catholic mass on Sunday night. We were at a street window. The Jihadi had been following me, but Anne Amari Russian had been following me, as was our habit. She had a 5. 7 Palmetto State Pistol with a suppressor in the camelback. She had shot the jihadi once in the balls. Then she had taken his balls, as we often liked to do in the hills of Yemen and Ethiopia when we were interning with doctors without borders, usually with a bunch of former SEALS and active duty SEALS embedded.
The Russian and I trained Capoiera, for our beach fucks at abrico, there in the capoiera studios of downtown Sao Paulo in Bela Vista where we tracked the Hezbollah slave traders and gun runners and porn producers and soul stealers and sinners with their kunts and guns. The American kunts will cut your dick off because you use the and-word without a license, but they could care less if you write that a hot ass Russian ballerina cut off a black muslim criminal terrorist's balls outside of Na Brasa Colombia in Botafogo to protect me, while I reported a source to a Swiss Navy NCIS agent.
The Russian and I sprinted at a slow jog back to Boteca Belmonte, then we found a rare negra and her Brazilian soccer player boyfriend from Germany at Boteca Belmonte, and then we four foot patrolled to the Russian consulate, where we fucked. The Russian fucked the Brazilian and the German with a strapon, and I fucked the Russian and the Brazilian kunt. We entered the Russian consulate with a key FOB that opened the garage door, and we swept in in a good wedge formation that the instructors at Quantico had taught us in Officers Candidate School during Small Unit Leadership Evaluation One, where I was a SWISS NAVY exchange Officer from Medellin, so long ago, in the summer of 1998.
"Give me 1000 words of erotica" the Russian would command me in her purring perfect American English voice. The fucking KGB was paying me to tutor her in American English. We were in the priest's apartment, casa de padres, in the hills around the university. There was the crazy eyed priest who ministered to samba schools in the Rocinha hills, up Estrada the Gavea, where the red headed Ruiva kunt attended the doctor professors in the School of Saude, where the surgeon, like God, had taught me surgery, just as the Roman soldiers had put a spear in the side of Christ, like the surgeon pierced my side in the hospital in Botafogo, 7 months, 189 days ago. God the surgeon had after I was asleep put a catheter in my penis, and after he took it out, Nina DePonca had stroked my dick back to health with her hand, the same one that milked the balls of a fellow ISG member in the pool in the swing deck at Paris Cafe less than a month ago, like a good cum extraction nurse. Because that is what the former Rayssa of JuPanteras dot com does best, she knows how to get a man off with her mouth and fist, or her fingers.
You date a black girl with a tight Haitian ass with a pitbull so you have a fire team of 3, but you can substitute a Russian ballerina for the black girl and call her Anne Amari because black girls and hot ass Russian ballerinas are interchangeable for the purposes of security.
So, that was the fifth or tenth time we fucked, in the casa de padres, in the apartment.
Then we would fuck in the priest's dressing room in the church, where I had a key and a locker because I was an altar boy walkon who was trusted to carry a cross and a collection plate full of money, and she was too because she was devout Slavic Orthodox. We reunited Western and Eastern Christianity. My Catholic balls tightened up, and her Slavic Orthodox kunt muscles milked my German milk, my Malaysian Muslim seed, into her box, and she bore me a dozen children, all boys, all medical doctors by 2050 on the dime of Gavin Newsom, that faggot.
Not that there is anything wrong with that, but real women, like Anne Amari and the Russian Anne Amari detest faggots, because they do not like the competition. Good Russian women cut off the balls of German prisoners before they send them back to their women. Because the world is a violent place, and Brasil is neutral.
So, if you want to fuck kunt that works at JP Morgan Prime Brokerage clients in the Russian Consulate, get a apartment in Leblon, near the metro, on the foot path back into the hills by the Christian university. Then find the slavic orthodox ballerinas. You can warm up on negras and morenas and mulattas and brancas, indeed, the slavic orthodox kunts like to have their white pussies eaten out by mulattas with their thick lips and long tongues, all the better for sucking on slavic orthodox clits like the clitorises are small penises, just a centimeter or a dozen milimeters long.
Then sometime in 2054, when I am with my Russian queen in our house out on Isla Grande, surrounded by decommissioned SWISS NAVY Virginia and Seawolf class submarines tied up with Petrobras oil tankers and helicopters, surrounded by our families of medical doctors and pit bulls and US Marine Corps Commissioned Officers and Staff Non Commissioned Officers, we take turns piloting FPV drones to drop thermobaric grenades onto hoards of Jihadi masses.
It is always easy to find a black Anne Amari at Vila Mimosa or Lapa or Centro. I pay 300 reais pernoite. I fuk the negra Anne Amari once a day, and she cooks and cleans a little and eats and insists on uber to and fro from the favela, where she dodges 7. 62 x 51 rounds from para FALs.
But it takes some skill to find a Russian Slavic Orthodox Anne Amari, lets call the Russian Monica Sweetheart, how is that for a porn allusion, Senor Dreman?
The Russian doesn't smoke ganja. She doesn't drink. She trained dance in Russia, and together we train Capoeira in Brazil, we swim bike run from at classicobeachclub to Praia Abrico, where we fuk, kill for fun, and then swim out to the boat which we take with the Grupo Maritimo out to the waiting USS SEAWOLF and from thence to USS Florida with the love shack in the Captain's suite -- our love shack is nothing more than a Macbook Pro with 24 gb of RAM -- thanks Senor MichaelSamuel -- and the iPhone 13 in a waterproof neck case -- thanks senor Dreman.
I am not a secret agent.
Dreman is not a CIA officer. Dreman is a Assistant US Attorney from the Southern District of New York. And Uncle Sam is grateful to the Russian for what she did there in Botafogo last week. Uncle Sam is grateful to the Russian dancer, who tumbled in a flawless capoeira move to break the aggressor's jaw after she shot him and before she took what made him a man.
After the Russian left the Jihadi alive -- she had applied the tourniquet -- I circled back to Na Brasa Colombia, and then I took the Russian to Hotel Panda. We were regular faces. She had been my tutor, and I had been her tutor for weeks, and we took the same bus to Metro Botafogo from the hills, where we shared ear buds to listen to Russian or American pop -- Springsteen, Jimmy Hendrix, and all the pernoite soft rock that Manuela Gomes had given me in Motel Love Time years ago in 2014 when we were first fucking.
There are 12 million sets of eyes in Rio de Janeiro, but it is a small town of small towns.
Fuking negras in Botafogo was my passion.
I fuked Kainan Bellato in the Airbnb in Botafogo, and cooked, and she offered me her bare free gratis holes for the use of the apartment while she was a new hoar. Kainan was the best, the tightest, until the Russian, a black Russian, or a White Russian, and I walked around Rio with the Russian, like the Big Lebowski, with my big lebowski up her ass for months, until she got on the pill, then I emptied my seed into her kunt, now on medication to prevent pregnancy, the ultimate STD. Sometime in 2043, the Russian will turn 40, but I won't settle for asians, even though I am half asian, no I won't settle for Thai kunts, I won't settle for Latina kunts, or black kunts, or even German kunts, or best of all Italian kunts, like my father, a thirteenth generation SWISS GUARD (when a criminal record of running girls at knife point for the mafia does not ruin a career as a guard of popes, all of whom like Saint Augustine documents in Confessions had hoars, the present Argentino included, preferably tight young Italians with creamy pussies between their 15 year old legs when their weak 16 year old brothers are tied up by the Football linemen in the weight room at Saint Augustine College Preparatory, Lake Como, Switzerland (before the battles in which I earned my Swiss Navy Cross).
I shot my sperm into the Russian's kunt with the fury of a German corporal shooting a 50 mm flak into a attacking T34 tank at the last stand of Bakmut or Advika, and she laced her long russian fingers around my scrotum with strength that I knew could sterilize me as I came, each sperm, a million of them in each load, invaded her fallopian tube, like polish prisoners conscripted by my German grandfather to scrape away the crust of Russian infantry before my Grandfather tightened a finger around the trigger of the 50 mm, turning 4 Russian boys into pig roast, which in the Russian winter were a source of protein and fat.
And she gave me a child. And then a dozen.
And one of them, a licensed medical doctor, became the first Pope of a Unified Russian Orthodox and Catholic and Jewish unified church, not to mention the second coming of the Prophet Muhammed, all while doing tantric yoga to better fuck the Buddhist Japanese samba dancer at Samba School Salguera, you know the hot Japanese one that we saw that night a month ago with ISGer Caliboy, after we met up with PV118, that line of computer code who has jammed his centimeters bare into dozens of kunts which he keeps on a special wechat spreadsheet. I put that in there because I know he reads this, as do all of you jealous gamer porner fuks in the Rich World Pussy Prison known as Amerika, ruled by Feminazis named Pelosi and Cortez who strap on laws to fuck your ass and mouth and even your Amerikan pisshole if they can get another dead kunt like say Feinstein to put in the catheter, because you read this and you are jealous that I jammed my 17 centimeters of German bratwurst into the tight, bare, black kunt of a Russian named Anne Amari Monica Sweetheart, whom I gave a Google Pixel phone so I could track her every move by the IMEI, so I could drop a hellfire onto her cheating ass.
We would listen to the pernoite playlist all night, the one that Manuela Gomes gave me in the Love Time Motel in Gloria, where I would run hike walk with her from the Russian Consulate to the American Consulate back to the Swiss Consulate, where I would take her, across from the Hotel Alemeda, where I would hold Russian and English and Portoguese class with her in the Hotel Alemeda.
I would grab a hold of her brown hair.
I would jam her throat onto my bratwurst, thick, as the MILF I like to fuck at Perola gives me credit for, and I would choke the Russian, and get hard. I would fuck her from behind, and I would fuck her from the front missionary style. I would say to her garganta profunda, because I know she is a cheating kunt who loves the pretos who have 22 centimeter cocks that she cums on. But I win the Russian with my thick 17 centimeter German cock that touches her g spot, and then I service her g spot with my fingers, just one of them because she is a tight college girl. Her Russian **** tightens, and milks me, and like a true yogi, a true Gurkha, a true Indian mercenary, I ply my father's profession, I am a soldier for hire. My oath is to the Vatican for benefit of Israel, because I am the CFO of the biggest bank of the future, and the Russian is soon to be the President of the BRICS bank, headquartered here in Rio de Janeiro, in one of our houses, in Leblon by the Metro, and the other out at the Metro Jardim Oceanico, and the other house at the Metro Recreio, which will be done by 2025, per my lover's intelligent demand to the Governor of Rio de Janeiro state, by the mansions mansaos and condominium buildings where in the basements, the banco do brasil prints perfect counterfeits of Russian, Euro, Mexican, Amerikan, Swiss and Brazilian currency. Fuck pix.
My cost per fuck -- my CPF -- with the Russian is zero because she fucks me because every time we make love she cums loudly on my face, and will every day, until we die in each other's arms sometime in 2958, surrounded by our 456,768 little black kids, and grandkids, and their kids, all medical doctors who got a full ride from Gavin Newsom, that faggot, because I am a Swiss navy veteran!
Hoorah!
Kill.