Before coming to Rio, Josh and I had both been advised many times (given the economic disparities in this part of the world) to be on the lookout for handsome men plying the world’s oldest profession. It seems that there is a fair amount of prostitution going on, and we should never be sure that advances are genuine. This of course has caused us to lose a small amount of self esteem anytime a cute guy looks our way. As a sad (but, we feel necessary) consequence, we have unceremoniously decided that any man sporting a perfect body and killer face must indeed be a hooker. As there are many such strapping devils out and about (at least in Ipanema), Josh and I have made a small game out of bellowing out the word “Whore!” any time either of us spots one of these beauties. It just makes us feel a little better.