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February 3rd, 2024
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
I’m sitting on a bench in front of an upscale hotel, the Fairmont Rio de Janeiro Copabana. Sleeveless gray shirt, turquoise chino shorts, and Havaiana flip-flops. The boardwalk connecting Copacabana and Ipanema beaches is across the street, so there’s lots of foot traffic passing by in both directions. Mainly groups, but occasionally there’s a cute solo girl.
I notice a single girl strolling along in the direction of Ipanema. Based on her skin tone, auburn hair, and body language, she’s a tourist. She’s wearing a bikini and a white swimwear coverup that occasionally rides up, showing hints of a juicy ass.
I cross the street so that I’m walking on the boardwalk behind her. My plan is to open over my shoulder as I walk by her, but she suddenly stops to check her phone, as if looking for directions. So I pass, slow down my pace, and wait for her to eventually pass by me.
About a minute later, she begins to pass, and when I see her out of the corner of my eye, I open her:
“You know who you look like?”
She responds with an English accent: “No, who?”
“Nahhh nevermind, you might not like her actually.”
“Haha, who is it, just tell me.”
“Have you seen Game of Thrones?”
“Yeah…”
“You look JUST like Melisandre… the red hair and everything.”
“Haha, ohh that’s fine. I thought you were gonna say The Hound or something.”
As I’m opening, I make sure not to break eye contact first (one of Gun’s old tips), which I didn’t do on a previous approach that didn’t hook. It adds a feeling of warm dominance to the first few seconds of this convo.
We start chatting. She’s from London and, fresh out of college, she’s decided to do a year-long solo trip through South America. It’s her first day not only in Brazil but also in South America.
There’s a relaxed, comfortable energy between us. After a couple minutes of chatting, we begin nearing a walkway that leads to the Pedra do Arpoador, which is a huge, scenic rock and popular tourist attraction. So I throw out the invite:
“I’m headed towards the Pedra do Aproador, it’s a viewpoint a few minutes away with a beautiful vista of Ipanema beach. If you wanna come, I’ll show it to you.”
“Yeah, sounds good!”
We walk to the Pedra. She asks me how long I’ve been living nomadically, and I tell her that I decided to leave the US about two years ago, on July 4th. I tease her a little here, “the day that us Americans celebrate escaping your tyranny and oppression.” This begins a playful teasing dynamic.
When we get to the Pedra, I show her a couple of the viewpoints, and then I sit down at one end of it, overlooking the Atlantic ocean. She sits down by me but not too close.
At this point, there’s not a sexual vibe between us, but I’m consciously going through the motions of Gun’s “Walk like a fuck, talk like a fuck, must be a fuck.” I’m speaking slowly, letting there be pregnant pauses, and keeping strong eye contact.
We talk for about 30 minutes here. She tells me that she was a dance major in college, and that when she wasn’t studying, she was working as a bottle girl to save up money for travel. She’d begun traveling the year before, when she went on a solo trip through Asia. We talk about how liberating it is to be comfortable doing things alone and how it allows us to follow our curiosities and create our own adventures.
It’s a nice convo, but I feel that the sexual and emotional dynamic between us isn't really building. And I know that it’s her first day in Brazil, so, on some level, she still wants to take in the new environment. It feels like the right time to go for a move, since that’ll allow me to gauge her interest and to keep things stimulating for her.
I ask her if she’s been to Ipanema beach yet, and she says no. So I invite her to come with me. She’s down.
As we’re walking on the boardwalk towards Ipanema, the energy starts to get more flirty, with more playful teasing back and forth. We somehow get on the topic of breakfast, and she claims that England has the best breakfasts. I ask her how she prepares her eggs in the morning, and I give her a silent side-eye when she says that she prefers sunny-side sun-up eggs and doesn’t use ketchup. It’s just banter, but these playful “judgemental” looks socially excuse the prolonged eye contact I’m giving her. A bit of sexual tension starts to build. I make sure to sprinkle in a few of these pretend-judgemental looks throughout the day.
As we continue to walk, we begin to see a lot of people on the street partying. Brazil’s Carnival hasn’t officially begun yet, but street parties are already ramping up. Instead of walking into all of the chaos, we decide to walk along the beach and eventually find a spot by the ocean to sit down. I tell her that she should take a dip in the water to experience Rio’s ocean for the first time. She takes off her coverup, puts on sunscreen, and walks to the water. It’s a delicious sight. It’s my first time seeing her full body without the coverup: she’s got a dancer’s body and a juicy, fit ass even nicer than I had originally thought.
When she comes back from the ocean, she sits a couple feet away from me. It feels far away, for my purposes – it’s a friendly distance rather than an intimate one.
Over the next hour or so, we keep talking, and the social and sexual frames begin to get stronger.
I ask her some deeper, process-oriented questions, like if she could go back to grade school, would there be anything that she’d do differently (a question from SMMA). I also ask her how she takes a break from day-to-day life and connects with herself (a question from Bacchus). She describes how she connects with herself through dance. I relate, telling her about a friend of mine who’s a musician:
“My friend’s a guitarist, and he’s told me how special his relationship with music is. He says that no matter what he’s going through in life, through all of its ups and downs, he knows that he can always find a sense of peace in music. He knows it’ll always be there for him, like an emotional bedrock. And it seems so special when people find that outlet for themselves, whether it be through music, dance, exercise, art, or something else.”
There’s also a moment where a more open sexual frame is set. She asks me what dating has been like for me since I’m living a nomadic lifestyle. I say that I’ve enjoyed it because I’m at a more exploratory stage of my life. I tell her that, to me, good communication is the most important thing in dating, and the up-side of being a nomad is that everyone is on the same page about my transitory lifestyle from the beginning. She basically says that she’s in a similar stage in her life. Since she’s beginning all of these travels, she’s not wanting to be tied down by a deeper relationship.
(My wording here seemed to resonate with this particular girl – probably because she’s also living nomadically and in a similar headspace – but I’m wondering whether I should reword this. I think it may frame me as wanting only casual, transitory connections, which could hurt my social frame with some women.)
The topic of food eventually comes up again, and I ask her if she believes in aphrodisiacs. She says that she does. I tell her a story about an experience I had with them:
“A few years ago I was eating dinner with my girlfriend at the time, and we decided to get a chocolate mousse cake dessert. I remember biting into it, and it was this really rich, warm chocolate that basically melts in your mouth. The cake tasted delicious, but as I was eating it I also began to think of how erotic the warmth and texture felt in my mouth. Something about it was extremely sensual, and I started to have dirty thoughts. I thought it was only me who was thinking this, but when I mentioned it to my girlfriend, she immediately laughed and said that she was thinking the exact same thing! So I definitely believe that there are foods that make us think of sex and even get us into sexual moods.”
(This is a theme that I want to explore further. The topic of food usually comes up on dates, and I’ve found that talking about aphrodisiacs is a smooth way to steer the convo in a seduction-oriented direction. The girl was nodding her head and engaged with the story here, but I feel like it was a potential missed opportunity to arouse stronger sexual feelings by using more descriptive language or following up with more powerful sexual verbals.)
As far as the dynamic on the beach, there’s a couple of things that stand out. First, for most of our convo, we’re both lying stomach-down on the sand. But at one point, she turns her body so that she’s on her side, facing me. When she does this, it feels like the sensual energy between us deepens slightly – even though her new positioning doesn’t close the space between us much, it feels like an IOI and somehow makes things feel more intimate.
Second, there’s a few moments when I feel like she’s checking me out when I’m not looking. There were a few breaks in the convo when we were just lying on the sand, and, out of the corner of my eye, I felt her gaze on me. It was a subtle feeling, and I’m not 100% that she was looking at me, but intuitively I felt it. Also, I’m not exactly sure how to describe it, but there was a moment in our convo where she broke eye contact in a particular way that I’ve seen many times among girls who I’ve ended up closing. I’m not sure if it’d count as a “micro-expression,” but it’s a very specific look that I’ve noticed that’s like an unintentional IOI.
Throughout all of this time on the beach, I’m not in a sexual state, and I don’t see her in one either, but I do feel like the vibe is pretty good. I even have the thought that “if I can just get a LITTLE more sexual tension in here, a LITTLE more man-to-woman energy… then this’ll be solid.”
I eventually go to take a dip in the ocean. While I’m there, I try to think of the best way to play this situation. It’s still only late afternoon, and we’ve been together for only a couple of hours, max. I feel as though going for the pull now would feel premature. Since it’s her first few hours in Brazil, the idea of going home with a guy she just met – rather than experiencing the country more – might trigger ASD. I figure that the best move is to bounce to one final spot to give her one more “tourist experience” before going for the pull. So, after getting back from the ocean, I suggest that we take a walk. She’s down.
As we walk through the beach to get to the boardwalk, we spot a guy in some speedo-thong thing (we happen to be in the “gay area” of the beach, at this point). She jokingly says that I’d look good in it. At a couple other points in the convo, she makes small physical compliments like this (e.g., saying that I’d look good with tattoos, while looking at my arms.)
On the boardwalk, I ask her if she’s tried a caipirinha (Brazil’s national cocktail) yet. She hasn’t, but she wants to, so we find a bar on the boardwalk to sit down. As we get our drinks, she asks me what I do for a living. I tell her that I do OnlyFans. She can’t tell whether or not I’m serious, so I ride this energy and tell her that I specialize in outdoor/public content. After a couple minutes, though, I come clean and tell her what I actually do. But she says that she could see me actually doing OnlyFans.
I ask her what emotion she seeks out the most, what emotion that she enjoys feeling the most, and she tells me it’s creativity and self-expression. She even wrote her whole thesis in college about the importance of nurturing creativity in the educational system. She’s really passionate about this. I sprinkle in another emotional stimulator related to self-expression and creativity, telling her the same jazz story that I describe in my “Leopard Leggings” report.
The dynamic that I feel between us at this point is interesting. There’s not a deep sexual vibe – I still haven’t seen her go into a sexual state – but there’s been a light flirty energy and moments of brief sexual tension sprinkled throughout our time together. In terms of the emotional key, she’s engaged in the conversation, but she also doesn’t seem swept away by it. The strongest key seems to be the social frame: I’ve gotten a lot of compliance from her (moving to the Pedra, then to the beach, and then to get drinks); we’ve spent a good amount of time together, around 3 hours at this point; and we’re on the same page about being in a freer stage of our dating lives. I feel that continuing to spend time together isn’t really deepening the keys that we’ve already established, though, so I know that it’s about time to go for the pull.
We finish up our drinks, get the check, and begin to walk in the direction of where we met (and where my AirBnB is). By this point, the street party that we’d seen earlier is peaking, and there are thousands of costumed people parading through the street. We gradually make our way through the crowds and begin to approach the Pedra.
It feels like the right moment to go for the pull. In my head, it feels like a 50/50 whether she’ll be down to go back home with me. I throw out the invitation:
“I think I’m gonna head home now, but it’s been fun hanging with you. I live like 10 minutes walking from here and have wine… if you want, we can chill some more and keep talking back at mine.”
“Okay, yeah sounds good!”
Boom. So it’s on.
We walk back to my place. It’s the typical progression once we’re in my apartment: we sit on my couch, I put music videos on the TV, and I pour out wine. Take things slow and steady.
We small-talk for around 20 minutes. There’s still a significant gap between where she’s sitting on the couch and where I’m sitting. Usually women sit closer at this point, but it feels like she’s still keeping a friendly distance. Eventually I put my arm around her, and she leans her body against mine, closing the gap.
After some more talking, we start to make out. The makeout is interesting because she doesn’t seem fully committed to it. At one point, she pulls away slightly. I just let it go, and we go back to casually talking.
After a few more minutes, we begin to make out again. This time, I move to kissing her neck and shoulders. I slowly work my way down, and lift up her bikini top to start kissing her (pierced) nipples. No resistance. I then work my way down to her stomach, but as I start kissing closer to her waist, she stiffens a bit and starts to pull my head back up. I figure that maybe she just doesn’t feel clean since she’s been out for the day and was in the ocean. This sometimes happens on SDLs.
At this point she undoes my shorts, gets on her knees, and starts blowing me.
It’s good head… the girl knows what she’s doing. But in the back of my mind, I’m wondering if she’s DTF or if this is the farthest that she’ll go. So after a few minutes of head, I stand her up and get behind her. I pull down her bikini bottom, and she doesn’t resist at all – instead, she bends over the couch. I take her hand and lead her back to my bedroom, where the condoms are.
The sex is wild.
When we finish, we lie in bed cuddling. She eventually breaks the silence, laughing and jokingly saying to herself, “Well, welcome to Brazil I guess!”
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
I’m sitting on a bench in front of an upscale hotel, the Fairmont Rio de Janeiro Copabana. Sleeveless gray shirt, turquoise chino shorts, and Havaiana flip-flops. The boardwalk connecting Copacabana and Ipanema beaches is across the street, so there’s lots of foot traffic passing by in both directions. Mainly groups, but occasionally there’s a cute solo girl.
I notice a single girl strolling along in the direction of Ipanema. Based on her skin tone, auburn hair, and body language, she’s a tourist. She’s wearing a bikini and a white swimwear coverup that occasionally rides up, showing hints of a juicy ass.
I cross the street so that I’m walking on the boardwalk behind her. My plan is to open over my shoulder as I walk by her, but she suddenly stops to check her phone, as if looking for directions. So I pass, slow down my pace, and wait for her to eventually pass by me.
About a minute later, she begins to pass, and when I see her out of the corner of my eye, I open her:
“You know who you look like?”
She responds with an English accent: “No, who?”
“Nahhh nevermind, you might not like her actually.”
“Haha, who is it, just tell me.”
“Have you seen Game of Thrones?”
“Yeah…”
“You look JUST like Melisandre… the red hair and everything.”
“Haha, ohh that’s fine. I thought you were gonna say The Hound or something.”
As I’m opening, I make sure not to break eye contact first (one of Gun’s old tips), which I didn’t do on a previous approach that didn’t hook. It adds a feeling of warm dominance to the first few seconds of this convo.
We start chatting. She’s from London and, fresh out of college, she’s decided to do a year-long solo trip through South America. It’s her first day not only in Brazil but also in South America.
There’s a relaxed, comfortable energy between us. After a couple minutes of chatting, we begin nearing a walkway that leads to the Pedra do Arpoador, which is a huge, scenic rock and popular tourist attraction. So I throw out the invite:
“I’m headed towards the Pedra do Aproador, it’s a viewpoint a few minutes away with a beautiful vista of Ipanema beach. If you wanna come, I’ll show it to you.”
“Yeah, sounds good!”
We walk to the Pedra. She asks me how long I’ve been living nomadically, and I tell her that I decided to leave the US about two years ago, on July 4th. I tease her a little here, “the day that us Americans celebrate escaping your tyranny and oppression.” This begins a playful teasing dynamic.
When we get to the Pedra, I show her a couple of the viewpoints, and then I sit down at one end of it, overlooking the Atlantic ocean. She sits down by me but not too close.
At this point, there’s not a sexual vibe between us, but I’m consciously going through the motions of Gun’s “Walk like a fuck, talk like a fuck, must be a fuck.” I’m speaking slowly, letting there be pregnant pauses, and keeping strong eye contact.
We talk for about 30 minutes here. She tells me that she was a dance major in college, and that when she wasn’t studying, she was working as a bottle girl to save up money for travel. She’d begun traveling the year before, when she went on a solo trip through Asia. We talk about how liberating it is to be comfortable doing things alone and how it allows us to follow our curiosities and create our own adventures.
It’s a nice convo, but I feel that the sexual and emotional dynamic between us isn't really building. And I know that it’s her first day in Brazil, so, on some level, she still wants to take in the new environment. It feels like the right time to go for a move, since that’ll allow me to gauge her interest and to keep things stimulating for her.
I ask her if she’s been to Ipanema beach yet, and she says no. So I invite her to come with me. She’s down.
As we’re walking on the boardwalk towards Ipanema, the energy starts to get more flirty, with more playful teasing back and forth. We somehow get on the topic of breakfast, and she claims that England has the best breakfasts. I ask her how she prepares her eggs in the morning, and I give her a silent side-eye when she says that she prefers sunny-side sun-up eggs and doesn’t use ketchup. It’s just banter, but these playful “judgemental” looks socially excuse the prolonged eye contact I’m giving her. A bit of sexual tension starts to build. I make sure to sprinkle in a few of these pretend-judgemental looks throughout the day.
As we continue to walk, we begin to see a lot of people on the street partying. Brazil’s Carnival hasn’t officially begun yet, but street parties are already ramping up. Instead of walking into all of the chaos, we decide to walk along the beach and eventually find a spot by the ocean to sit down. I tell her that she should take a dip in the water to experience Rio’s ocean for the first time. She takes off her coverup, puts on sunscreen, and walks to the water. It’s a delicious sight. It’s my first time seeing her full body without the coverup: she’s got a dancer’s body and a juicy, fit ass even nicer than I had originally thought.
When she comes back from the ocean, she sits a couple feet away from me. It feels far away, for my purposes – it’s a friendly distance rather than an intimate one.
Over the next hour or so, we keep talking, and the social and sexual frames begin to get stronger.
I ask her some deeper, process-oriented questions, like if she could go back to grade school, would there be anything that she’d do differently (a question from SMMA). I also ask her how she takes a break from day-to-day life and connects with herself (a question from Bacchus). She describes how she connects with herself through dance. I relate, telling her about a friend of mine who’s a musician:
“My friend’s a guitarist, and he’s told me how special his relationship with music is. He says that no matter what he’s going through in life, through all of its ups and downs, he knows that he can always find a sense of peace in music. He knows it’ll always be there for him, like an emotional bedrock. And it seems so special when people find that outlet for themselves, whether it be through music, dance, exercise, art, or something else.”
There’s also a moment where a more open sexual frame is set. She asks me what dating has been like for me since I’m living a nomadic lifestyle. I say that I’ve enjoyed it because I’m at a more exploratory stage of my life. I tell her that, to me, good communication is the most important thing in dating, and the up-side of being a nomad is that everyone is on the same page about my transitory lifestyle from the beginning. She basically says that she’s in a similar stage in her life. Since she’s beginning all of these travels, she’s not wanting to be tied down by a deeper relationship.
(My wording here seemed to resonate with this particular girl – probably because she’s also living nomadically and in a similar headspace – but I’m wondering whether I should reword this. I think it may frame me as wanting only casual, transitory connections, which could hurt my social frame with some women.)
The topic of food eventually comes up again, and I ask her if she believes in aphrodisiacs. She says that she does. I tell her a story about an experience I had with them:
“A few years ago I was eating dinner with my girlfriend at the time, and we decided to get a chocolate mousse cake dessert. I remember biting into it, and it was this really rich, warm chocolate that basically melts in your mouth. The cake tasted delicious, but as I was eating it I also began to think of how erotic the warmth and texture felt in my mouth. Something about it was extremely sensual, and I started to have dirty thoughts. I thought it was only me who was thinking this, but when I mentioned it to my girlfriend, she immediately laughed and said that she was thinking the exact same thing! So I definitely believe that there are foods that make us think of sex and even get us into sexual moods.”
(This is a theme that I want to explore further. The topic of food usually comes up on dates, and I’ve found that talking about aphrodisiacs is a smooth way to steer the convo in a seduction-oriented direction. The girl was nodding her head and engaged with the story here, but I feel like it was a potential missed opportunity to arouse stronger sexual feelings by using more descriptive language or following up with more powerful sexual verbals.)
As far as the dynamic on the beach, there’s a couple of things that stand out. First, for most of our convo, we’re both lying stomach-down on the sand. But at one point, she turns her body so that she’s on her side, facing me. When she does this, it feels like the sensual energy between us deepens slightly – even though her new positioning doesn’t close the space between us much, it feels like an IOI and somehow makes things feel more intimate.
Second, there’s a few moments when I feel like she’s checking me out when I’m not looking. There were a few breaks in the convo when we were just lying on the sand, and, out of the corner of my eye, I felt her gaze on me. It was a subtle feeling, and I’m not 100% that she was looking at me, but intuitively I felt it. Also, I’m not exactly sure how to describe it, but there was a moment in our convo where she broke eye contact in a particular way that I’ve seen many times among girls who I’ve ended up closing. I’m not sure if it’d count as a “micro-expression,” but it’s a very specific look that I’ve noticed that’s like an unintentional IOI.
Throughout all of this time on the beach, I’m not in a sexual state, and I don’t see her in one either, but I do feel like the vibe is pretty good. I even have the thought that “if I can just get a LITTLE more sexual tension in here, a LITTLE more man-to-woman energy… then this’ll be solid.”
I eventually go to take a dip in the ocean. While I’m there, I try to think of the best way to play this situation. It’s still only late afternoon, and we’ve been together for only a couple of hours, max. I feel as though going for the pull now would feel premature. Since it’s her first few hours in Brazil, the idea of going home with a guy she just met – rather than experiencing the country more – might trigger ASD. I figure that the best move is to bounce to one final spot to give her one more “tourist experience” before going for the pull. So, after getting back from the ocean, I suggest that we take a walk. She’s down.
As we walk through the beach to get to the boardwalk, we spot a guy in some speedo-thong thing (we happen to be in the “gay area” of the beach, at this point). She jokingly says that I’d look good in it. At a couple other points in the convo, she makes small physical compliments like this (e.g., saying that I’d look good with tattoos, while looking at my arms.)
On the boardwalk, I ask her if she’s tried a caipirinha (Brazil’s national cocktail) yet. She hasn’t, but she wants to, so we find a bar on the boardwalk to sit down. As we get our drinks, she asks me what I do for a living. I tell her that I do OnlyFans. She can’t tell whether or not I’m serious, so I ride this energy and tell her that I specialize in outdoor/public content. After a couple minutes, though, I come clean and tell her what I actually do. But she says that she could see me actually doing OnlyFans.
I ask her what emotion she seeks out the most, what emotion that she enjoys feeling the most, and she tells me it’s creativity and self-expression. She even wrote her whole thesis in college about the importance of nurturing creativity in the educational system. She’s really passionate about this. I sprinkle in another emotional stimulator related to self-expression and creativity, telling her the same jazz story that I describe in my “Leopard Leggings” report.
The dynamic that I feel between us at this point is interesting. There’s not a deep sexual vibe – I still haven’t seen her go into a sexual state – but there’s been a light flirty energy and moments of brief sexual tension sprinkled throughout our time together. In terms of the emotional key, she’s engaged in the conversation, but she also doesn’t seem swept away by it. The strongest key seems to be the social frame: I’ve gotten a lot of compliance from her (moving to the Pedra, then to the beach, and then to get drinks); we’ve spent a good amount of time together, around 3 hours at this point; and we’re on the same page about being in a freer stage of our dating lives. I feel that continuing to spend time together isn’t really deepening the keys that we’ve already established, though, so I know that it’s about time to go for the pull.
We finish up our drinks, get the check, and begin to walk in the direction of where we met (and where my AirBnB is). By this point, the street party that we’d seen earlier is peaking, and there are thousands of costumed people parading through the street. We gradually make our way through the crowds and begin to approach the Pedra.
It feels like the right moment to go for the pull. In my head, it feels like a 50/50 whether she’ll be down to go back home with me. I throw out the invitation:
“I think I’m gonna head home now, but it’s been fun hanging with you. I live like 10 minutes walking from here and have wine… if you want, we can chill some more and keep talking back at mine.”
“Okay, yeah sounds good!”
Boom. So it’s on.
We walk back to my place. It’s the typical progression once we’re in my apartment: we sit on my couch, I put music videos on the TV, and I pour out wine. Take things slow and steady.
We small-talk for around 20 minutes. There’s still a significant gap between where she’s sitting on the couch and where I’m sitting. Usually women sit closer at this point, but it feels like she’s still keeping a friendly distance. Eventually I put my arm around her, and she leans her body against mine, closing the gap.
After some more talking, we start to make out. The makeout is interesting because she doesn’t seem fully committed to it. At one point, she pulls away slightly. I just let it go, and we go back to casually talking.
After a few more minutes, we begin to make out again. This time, I move to kissing her neck and shoulders. I slowly work my way down, and lift up her bikini top to start kissing her (pierced) nipples. No resistance. I then work my way down to her stomach, but as I start kissing closer to her waist, she stiffens a bit and starts to pull my head back up. I figure that maybe she just doesn’t feel clean since she’s been out for the day and was in the ocean. This sometimes happens on SDLs.
At this point she undoes my shorts, gets on her knees, and starts blowing me.
It’s good head… the girl knows what she’s doing. But in the back of my mind, I’m wondering if she’s DTF or if this is the farthest that she’ll go. So after a few minutes of head, I stand her up and get behind her. I pull down her bikini bottom, and she doesn’t resist at all – instead, she bends over the couch. I take her hand and lead her back to my bedroom, where the condoms are.
The sex is wild.
When we finish, we lie in bed cuddling. She eventually breaks the silence, laughing and jokingly saying to herself, “Well, welcome to Brazil I guess!”
