Posted by YoungBrig on March 04, 2001 at 21:46:02:
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Folks: An unusual set of circumstances changed my plans last Wed eve-- actually, Thurs morn-- and I wound-up taking mi Miami ficha chica upstairs to her room for the night instead of to my hotel room at the VZ...Eternal Destiny, in fact, seemed to bring us to the Cascadas innkeeper's desk (Alley side!!) that particular Thurs morning, 4am...another Monger was there counting out money with the innkeeper but I've yet to process the relative importance/unimportance of this particular detail...In any event, there was indeed room at the inn-- specifically, her room... As it was my first opportunity in 4 yrs of mongering to not only glimpse, but to intimately familiarize myself with the innerworkings of a Zona chica's habitacion, I thought I would post some of my observations: 1. Hotel Cascadas bedding isn't any better for the chicas than it is for the Mongers...I was aghast, actually, at my little babe's bedding accessories--or lack of, I should say, particularly given the frigidity of the Hotel...we dispatched Cascadas attendant Ramon de Chiapas for new, clean bedding but did not exactly receive clean, pressed, white linens in return...Ramon brought the comforter-- warm from the dryer?-- at around 6am but until then we shivered under a flat sheet and a little blankie... 2. The room itself was in utter disarray...shoes, clothing, opened jars of jam, bags of chips, assorted cosmetics, and panties were strewn everywhere...Ramon and I diligently cleaned and scrubbed while my little babe tried to organize her clothes and makeup... 3. I was quite pleased to see "our photos" (taken by those roving Zona photographers) hanging next to pictures of her posing in stripping garb in the old HK... 4. Any evidence of intellectual life was nonexistent...not a single book, revista, or newspaper...no writing utensil, either, and no diario that I could find...(sorry, I snooped a little)...her CDs are all in the DJ's booth at Miami...her primary outlets to the outside world appear to be the BandaMax channel and the MTV channel, which two channels she constantly switches between...she likes to sleep with the BandaMax channel on so you can imagine how peaceful my sleep was that particular morning...but I was next to the warm brown body of my little babe so that was OK...to her credit she always switched quickly past the porno channel... Conclusions: As I walked back to the VZ later that morning I passed what appeared to be a computer classroom on the corner of (3rd?) and Constitucion and saw that it was packed with eager young students about the same age as my little chica...the contrast between their lives and the life of my babe-- who works everynight until 5am as a stripper and a puta-- couldn't have been more stark... Whenever I ask her what her future holds she replies-- sternly and significantly-- that "I have no future"...I, of course, try to assuage her feelings, but, while her life revolves around the trifecta of Miami Bar, Los Tres Garcias Restaurant, and her habitacion of BandaMax and MTV, the lives of many youngMexicans are obviously revolving around grander, more productive, and ultimately more hopeful things... I will try to help her, of course, and refine her sensibilities, of course, and will ultimately fail, of course... I love her, tho, so...we shall see... YoungBrig
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