“Each man must realize
that it can all disappear very
quickly:
the cat, the woman, the job,
the front tire,
the bed, the walls, the
room; all our necessities
including love,
rest on foundations of sand -
and any given cause,
no matter how unrelated:
the death of a boy in Hong Kong
or a blizzard in Omaha ...
can serve as your undoing.” —BUKOWSKI

“DEBT CEILING DEBACLE!
SPEAKER BOEHNER AND PRESIDENT OBAMA BREAK OFF TALKS!”
DOW 12,243
GOLD 1,634
DOLLAR 42.80

Ah, my brothers. Capitalist machinations are grinding us down! The levers of D-O-O-M yanked, OMINOUS signs are upon us! Take heed!

Politics in a trip report, not wise. Thus, I’ll spare you the notion of the Dark Forces coming for Social Security (Extend it to 69 years? Why the hell not! If I’m unemployable in my mid-50’s, does it really matter?) We are being spun, brothers. Fine printed by corporate dollars. The state of affairs in our United States is country depressing. What to do about it? Getting laid always seems to cheer me…

PREPARATIONS: Essentials packed: Humphrey the Humping Hound, Clucky the Choking Chicken, joke glasses, fetus keychain, 12 cans of silly string, party poppers, edible necklaces, Willie The Pee Pee Boy. 20 or so lingerie combinations, blonde wig and red boas. Two CANON SD 780 cameras, 5 2G chips and vid cam. 50 gigs Amazon Cloud to store the photos and vids. A month’s supply of CIPRO, plus VIAGRA and a Z-PACK from alldaychemist.com. $5,000 in cash for 30 days (turns out I was 1K short) = $200 a day. Booked for third year running at Central Park Hotel, Room 6. Great staff, access to Pacific Breeze pool, central location, monthly discount = $35 per day. Best joint in town.

THE RIDE IN:
Cathay Pacific. Lucky to get a $1400 flight. Lightning threatens but we make it out of JFK. Look to the video menu and what do I see: SUPER BOWL HIGHLIGHTS! Watch it 3X straight (GO PACK!) The movies: Hundreds of choices. Do I go with Insidious (sure was), Green Hornet (SO over Seth Rogen), Blue Valentine (depression)…nah, more like Toy Story 3, Inglorious Basterds, Sucker Punch, Casino Jack, Family Guy and more Packer highlights! Lunch: Baked salmon in white wine sauce. Dinner: Beef with peppercorn sauce and gemelli pasta. 15+ hours to Hong Kong, 1 hour layover, 2+ hours to Manila, 2 hours to AC. Mostly clear until the Manila flight where we catch turbulence. An air pocket draws screams—a guy in the bathroom sent flying, smashed his head into the door. We make it through….Then the zombie two hours to AC. We get in about 2am.

JET LAG:
The wide awake at 4:30am thing. The crashing at 2pm thing. Takes days to get over the hump. Hard to even grab three hours sleep. When sleep deprivation kicks in even the unloading of a Coca-Cola truck bears a sense of mystery?William Burroughs in Morocco staring at his big toe high on heroin for two days. Wavy Gravy Spacy.

CONTINUITY:
Great news! Nothing’s changed. SM mall--all my stalls just where they were a year ago. The Fruitas stand, 2 for 1 perfume stand, Putos stand. Hypermarket, of course, the girls in their lime green outfits, hair pinned back in a fishnet bun, clapclapclap, “Happy To Serve!”

ADVANCED WORD WAS GRIM:
Double lady drinks? 3,000 K green badges spreading like plague from Crystal Palace, Dollhouse, Atlantis? Not to mention the bust reported all over the internet by panicked and panicking mongers—hundreds of girls carted off (loved the story of how they escaped out the back door of the police bus). It reminded me of a similar bust in Costa Rica. Massage Parlor girls liberated from a lifestyle of sexual oppression, greeting their “liberators” with curses, having been liberated from their jobs.

Thus, the news was not good. Hell, even some WHITE PEOPLE got carted off. Mongers arrested? Not good, at all. Not to mention the toilet paper dollar. Three years ago I was getting 47. Last year the bottom was 44.20. This month’s best at Norma’s was 42.80.

SEASONAL SLOWNESS?
12:30 in the afternoon and I’m the first customer at Mrs. Robinson’s? Insomnia had 2 dudes and 40 women last night at 8. The fuck? There are plenty of cocks about, but where are they? Aussies everywhere, Koreans. It’s slow season, but is it more than that, a recessionary trend? Is there ANY relief?!

“ABYSMAL GDP NUMBER EXPECTED!”
“US DEBT CEILING NEGOTIATIONS DOWN TO THE WIRE!”
“HEAT DOME! 110 DEGREE HEAT IN CHICAGO
141 MILLION SUFFERING!
1 MILLION MILES AFFECTED!
22 DEAD!”
DOLLAR 42.40.

RAYMOND STREET, WEEK ONE:
Rhian is gone. Gracie, Mary Anne, Loona….gone. Mrs. Robinson is dead. The area feels nuked.

GREEN BADGES:
“Badges? We don’t need no stinkin’ badges….”—Treasure of the Sierra Madre

Doorgirl at LOVE & MUSIC = 3K
Hotties at ICARUS= 2K
Hotties at Blue Nile= 2k
3K green badges aplenty at Atlantis, Dollhouse & Crystal Palace…

Feet on the ground for 24, my reaction is….who cares?

DOLLHOUSE:
Walk in and BD52 is upon me. WHITE BADGE. Flawless spinner who would make “cien” at the Del Rey, Costa Rica or at Medellin Mansion. She’s pointing that body and smile at me, deadly, for $35. I somehow move on to meet Coyote Dancer Janeth. Saw her on the street that morning and left my cold fried eggs to arrange a “date”. We order drinks, watch the show. So many joints in town the dancers just shuffle along, too many dancers, no space. Not at Dollhouse. Actual choreography, rehearsed every day. Handfuls of 8’s, dozens of 7’s, longleans and lithe spinners. The joint is White-Badge LOADED. Freakalicious pussy-galore fuck machines. First walk through tells the tale. A cost-conscious monger could feast on nothing but white badges for two weeks in this bar alone.

FIELDS OVERVIEW:
Dollhouse: Winner and still champ. 5 from here this trip, all but one stellar.
Crystal Palace/Atlantis: For the money-is-no-object guy. Eye candy cannot be touched. Green-badge 3K heaven.
Dirty Duck: Filled with mercenaries who have mastered the hit and run. Short time guys will love this place.
Blue Nile/Forbidden City/Lollipop: Loaded.
Eager Beavers: Had luck here too. Two killer dancers (Marilyn and her friend) plus sweetheart Sarah.

“S & P DOWNGRADES THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! AA+ STATUS!”
DOW -519
GOLD. 1,710
DOLLAR 42.34.

BITCHES
“Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme….” SEAN PAUL

MYRA:
Off the charts cute. Dollhouse killer for all of two weeks, then gone. Out of the shower with just a towel on, complaining about the AC in my room. Too cold! I motion to the bed, raise the covers, get under the covers baby baby baby baby baby….

MAGERLYN:
Living in the top bunk bed with 10 others in 3 rooms. Mom just died, was in her province until yesterday. Destiny wanted us to meet, she says. Told me how her cherry was stolen by a German as she slept, woke in the morning to blood. Great face, curvy body, 20, a pure 8. Run hands over her legs as she checks herself out in black-red-gold outfits. Only been with 4 or 5 guys her whole life. I let a week go by, go back to her place with photos. Mamasan says she’s back in the province again, an emergency…Try the phone number she gave me. It’s missing a digit! Wanna talk about destiny? She’s as good as gone to me. Fucking sucks…

Q CLUB DOORGIRL:
Look at those legs… Stop and move to her. “Hello, My Queen. You won’t remember me but we were great lovers in Roman times… I died in battle and was reincarnated as a daffodil. You came upon me in a field of goldenrod and plucked me.” She looks back, clueless: “Fucked you? I do not understand.” “Have a drink with me?” She shakes yes and in we go. 15 minutes later I’m waving the mamasan over and doorgirl is dressing. 30 minutes later she’s laughing at my fetus keychain and humping dog. 45 minutes later she’s crawling around in a catwoman outfit and clawing for the camera. One hour four minutes later she’s out of the outfit and kissing me under the darkness of covers, shy. Yes, vixen is shy. Who knew?

APPLE:
Model face, great girl, loves sex. Gringo owner of Alaska Club, also very cool. Had the excellent Angel last year. 1500p for Apple? Single drinks, no bullshit. White man, brown woman, green money--simple. Looks pretty damn great as Catwoman, no?These are the good old days.

LISA:
The Goddess. My only green badge. Walked straight toward me. Couldn’t help but grab hold of her. “Look at you…” “What?” “Your body.” “What?” “You are art…the Grecian urn, Crows in the Wheatfield, Starry Starry Night… You are…” “Good looking?” “Yes, baby.” Cool night, partying in the risers with her pal, another 8 who presses a note with a lipstick kiss snuck into my hand. Later, in the moment of truth, Lisa came at me with her need for the prophylactic party killer—a rubber. Virtually every Fields girls now asks for one. Trip 1, not 1 rubber used. Trip 2 took 19 days before I used one. Trip 3 took 4 nights. “I no like” “I no care.” If she had translated it to the bed she’d be the 9. Didn’t happen.

CECILLE:
Blood the first time, second time begged to stay. I’m the secondd man she slept with. First guy got her pregnant and—surprise—ran away. These cocksuckers should feel the inside of a JAIL for their cowardice.

JANETH:
Sitting at Kokomo’s rail for breakfast when a beauty walks by with friends. I look to her, she looks to me, and smiles. See, it’s the LOOK BACK AND SMILES part that never happens in Wrigleyville. Certainly not to me with a chick with legs like that. I’m up off the stool and into the street. Turns out she’s a Coyote dancer at Dollhouse. Turns out she’s Janeth, best lay of trip. If I’m not sitting there at that exact moment, if she doesn’t pass exactly then, chances are I don’t meet her. Praise the Gods of Destiny & Ecstasy!

VANGIE, TRIXIE, ALMA:
Lots of sneakout flake outs. These didn’t. Trixie from Asia Club, Alma from Dirty Duck

TWINKLE AND TWINKLE’S FRIEND:
We’ve all been there: Great lead in, not so hot in the sack. Show up for my babe Sarah at Eager Beavers. Find out she, too, had split for her province. Fuck! “Sarah was special, you don’t just replace a girl like Sarah… but…you’re pretty cute. What’s your name, doll?” “Twinkle”…….

30 minutes later it’s just me and Twinkle. She wants to grab a drink, see her friend at Q CLUB. We head over there. The friend is hot and in 10 minutes she doing that dick-stroke thing that, if you’ve got Vitamin V, you’ve got a raging boner. Laughs all around, photos with both, and hey, Twinkle’s friend, perhaps you would care to join us for a COCKtail in that swinging joint, Room 6, Central Park Hotel. She throws her arms around me, kisses…I’m guessing that’s a yes. We go back and it just kinda…unravels. They want to fuck me together and I shoot the idea down. I want bang for the buck so it’s consecutive, first one then the other, not together. She sees my vid cam and even after I turn it off AND put a shirt over it, Twinkle is a bit freaked. She also hates taking pics, maybe the first chick in AC to be so inclined. Friend leaves and it’s just Twinkle and I and she’s a starfish. Since I turned 50 I’ve ceased to humor the starfish. It just takes less time to realize it’s a doomed enterprise. I give up after 10 minutes. Call the friend in. She’s a bit better but uninspired. The moves into positions are mechanical. I toss in. Some days it just be’s like that, pappy….

MY CUTE DOORGIRL THING:
More often than not these aren’t very good. Hit and run mercenaries. Why do I let it happen? Cuteness factor off the charts, or the savage legs I just can’t say no to. I’m a short timer. Don’t like chicks in the bed all night, no sleep. Light sleeper needs dark, cool, quiet, earplugs and eyeshades. Give me one killer photo session, two times through reading the Book Of Love, bid them farewell.

GIRLS: SANTOS & RAYMOND STREET:
“She don’t like salami, she don’t want pastrami, she just wants her daily dose, beef beef beef, beef bologna…”—FEAR

DONNA:
The only holdover from last year’s trip. Occasionally found these days at Lovely Paradise bar on Raymond Street. Cute cute cute.

DONNA’S KID HELD AT HOSPITAL:
Her kid gets Dengue Fever. She’s got no choice, brings him to the hospital. He’s in there for three days before the fever breaks. He’s out of danger. She checks him out and is relieved. She is then given her bill: 3,500 pesos. Donna doesn’t have 3,500 pesos. So guess what happens… THE HOSPITAL KEEPS THE BABY UNTIL SHE PAYS! The fuck?????? How is that even legal?! How can the hospital keep the kid until payment is made? Shit is medieval, man!

“ANOTHER DAY OF PANIC AND FEAR!”
“Markets will rise and fall but this is the United States of America…” –CNBC
DOW -652
GOLD 1780

KILLING AN HOUR ON FIELDS:
Waiting for my 8pm to show, I decide to multi-task, check offs on my TO DO list.

WOW BAR: Drop off photos for Lyca. She doesn’t want me to go. Massages my dick hard and won’t let it go. Barely make it out of there.

EAGER BEAVERS: Drop off photos for Sarah. She’s enjoying a lady drink with a dude. I hand off the pics to her friend. A friend of her friend is Marilyn, a savage dancer with savage dancer’s body. Tuck 200p into her hand, sneak her a pen, she tucks her phone number into my hand without the mamasan or Sarah seeing. Smooth!

VIDEOKE ROW: How did I never walk the road that forks off Fields? About a hundred cool Videoke bars each with its own vibe. Originality, in short supply in AC. like the hand-painted jeepneys I used to see (not so much these days) but I’m a fan, even if these folks CAN’T FREAKIN’ SING.

COLOR BAR: Drop off photos to Alexa, barfine two night ago. She smiles distantly. Just another cute doorgirl whose photos will make my Flickr 2011 set and trip reports, but who, in the end, was pretty forgettable. Move on to…

ONE-EYED WENCHES: Great doorgirl Gloria I barfined once but should have been with six times. She knows I’m a butterfly. I know I’m a butterfly—hell, I’m a helicopter. Buy her a drink out of guilt. Play out the hand. She points out two dancers who I should go with. I tell her I wouldn’t disrespect her in her own bar. She says she’s good with it, not jealous. Bola bola everywhere.

RAYMOND STREET, WEEK FOUR:
Revitalization! Only took three new bitches. LEZEL, CHAMPAIGN, RHEA…all killers.

WHEN YOU LIVE HERE A MONTH:
Can’t turn the corner without the Wow Bar girls calling my name. Can’t head to Mamacitas with laundry without hearing them call from Lovely Paradise on Raymond: “Daddy Paul!” Give a street urchin a 20 and they start to multiply. Give the gap-toothed plastic flower girl a 20 for her smile. You know them, they know you. All the waitresses at Kokomos; all the doorguys and hotel staff at Central Park “Hello Sir Paul…” The girl at the Putos stand at SM; the girl at the Fruitas stand. The guy who calls the trykes at SM. Throw them a few sheckles, be generous…they appreciate it.

FACEBOOK EFFECT:
I’ve known girls in Costa Rica for seven years. Known them in Medellin for four. Not here in AC. Two times now I’ve come back a year later with a full book of phone numbers and emails. The girls are gone from their bars, cell #’s disconnected, no email answers. They’re gone for good, and that’s a damn shame. Enter Facebook. Been “friending” the best from 2011. Let’s see if it works.

“LONDON IS BURNING!”
“A HUGE BLAZE IN CROYDON. SHOCKING SCENES. VERY WORRYING INDEED!”
“NUMEROUS AREAS IN THE UK REPORT DISTURBANCES FOR A SECOND NIGHT….THE AHFTER-MAAAATH, AFTER THIS….”
GOLD 1807

WHERE DO THE DAYS GO?
AC for a month? What are you, a masochist? When they tell you there’s nothing to do outside of fucking, it’s pretty close to reality. Yet 30 days have come and gone. Where does the time go? Wake at 9. Kokomos Breakfast 9:30. 10:30 tryke to SM Mall. Hit the ATM, my photo joint, Hypermarket. Back at 11:30, down 50mg Vitamin V. 12 drop laundry at Mamacitas. 1pm 1st lay, ST girl Raymond street. 2pm she showers and goes. 3pm, 2nd lay, Santos Street or Perimeter girl. 5pm, she showers and goes. 5:30, cheeseburger at Bunny Burger or the Hawaian pizza at Kokomos. 6:30 drop 50mg Vitamin V. 7pm Hit Fields. Find the Goddess. Death-beating probes commence, moans, celestial scraping far from the S & P downgrade,
10pm: Kick the Goddess out. Back on Fields, find a Nightcap, Goddess 2. Wash, rinse, repeat. 1:15am: Order in, banana split fudge, watch Fox News to deaden my brain. 2am, crash.

KILLING ANOTHER HOUR ON FIELDS:
LOVE AND MUSIC. Chat with a doorgirl—something new! Wouldn’t mind a meeting of the minds but not for the 3k they’re asking. I slip her my card. She’s 30, says she’s over the hill. Call me, doll. (She never does).

GOLDEN NILE: Have a drink with Rhea. 1K street girl pick up last year, two days from first gig at Golden Nile. Come back to find her a 4K “Daddy’s Girl”. She’ll still sweet, but with distance of having fucked, oh, 75+ dudes since last I saw her. I suggest another sneak out for “one five” for old-times sake. She smiles but the smiles vanishes. So much for nostalgia. Not exactly a surprise that she doesn’t cherish those two hours we shared a year ago. This is fine. Any idea how many 4-11, 90 pound girls there are in this town? Have a nice life, Rhea.

BLUE NILE: Deadly longlean at the bar. Make eye contact, wave her over for a drink. She doesn’t exactly jump to it. Reluctantly, she comes over. Order drinks. First time in a month I can feel total disregard and disinterest. Chick thinks she’s a Del Rey cien girl or Walking Street diva. Spotlight dancer, my ass. Monger instinct kicks in, ace to track down the waitress, cancel the order, outta there.

DRAGON’S DEN. Hysterical “party time” balloon war going on. Girls hit me in the face from 20 feet away. They’ve got the technique down—twist the balloon head to a point, finger goes inside, fire away…

3 CHEERS FOR:
• Cipro! Knocked out the ear infection, did a number on the head cold.
• Small Town AC: Love the 5 minute walk from Atlantis to my hotel. Not some 30+ minute cab from Centro/Medellin to Castillo.
• Singing with a beautiful girl to NO DOUBT: “Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, hey!”
• Three Claps at Hypermarket, HAPPY TO SERVE! (though it IS a bit robotic, now that I think about it)
• ‘Morning, siiiiiiir!” No cynicism in them. Relentless, almost robotically happy.
• 1.90 for a load at Mamacitas
• .12 cents per 5 X7 photo blowup at SM. Buy 10, get 3 free on top of it!
• TEASER CUTIE BAR…Bring a can of silly string into a bar full of 18 year olds, see what happens!
• “We stop…or little more?” She whispers: “Little more….”
• ALLDAYCHEMIST.COM Viagra!
• My mirror routine: Sit behind them on the bed as they stare at themselves in the mirror modeling the different lingerie. Run my hands from high heels up the calves along hips to the belly. Feel that, the tightness. Wow…
• The photo sessions. Foreplay to the max. Sometimes it’s better than the sex. When they walk out of the bathroom, legs, heels, skin tight dresses. Wow…
• Taking Chicks To SM Mall. I mean, what the hell ELSE are you gonna do? Take ‘em to the game arcade. One likes gun games, one likes basketball. One is an action movie fan, another has never seen a movie in a movie theater. It’s cool to do SOMETHING other than bone.
• Double Lady Drinks: Not a single problem. Girls sits beside me, waitress approaches. “Buy the lady a drink?” Look to the waitress, “Whatever she wants, a SINGLE.” Waitress tells the girls and she orders. Didn’t have one bitch about it.
• Eating out the 18 year-old to orgasm, to her own amazement.
• Infection and Ecstasy. Went 30 days, used 2 rubbers, come away with no STD. Still, couldn’t beat my 2nd ear infection in 3 trips. Broke out the Cipro.
• “I no like vibrator!” Ten minutes later she’s speaking in tongues, moaning “Oh baby Oh baby” arch of back eyes rolling in the back of the skull 15 seconds of squealing before she collapses.“You take my power….”

KOKOMOS: 9:12AM:
Same as it ever was.
Flies mass at my French toast breakfast.
“Viagra…Cialis…good price.’ Third trip, these poor fuckers are just mosquitoes buzzing. Guys, find a new product.
Sucking the same iced tea jar, sweet. Mother’s milk.
Same gunked up salt shakers, same beggar kids, sunglasses guy, bootleg movie guys…
Creedance from Voodoo Lounge, “I wanna know…have you ever seen the rain.”
Gap-toothed smile on the girl selling plastic flowers.
Lobotomized stripped-shirt guy tosses soapy water front of Treasure Island.
Last night’s Golden Nile spotlight dancer limps home.
An 8 at midnight, she’s barely a 6 this morning.
9am light, the great equalizer. The light of dues and bill-paying.
This is the rail I’ve chosen to watch the world go by…
I’ll surely retire to such a place,
diminished Social Security benefits dribbling in,
Furious AM sun commencing,
muddy puddles drying,
writing my memoirs,
singing the terra cotta dragons of Fields,
pudgy Koreans strolling like demi-gods,
the neon gone out,
the only mystery being the rolling wok-stand guy--
what the hell is he stirring?
Now from Voodoo, Johnny Cash: “I walk the line.”
The simplicity of that single line will outlive every convoluted sexual gyration along this dirty throughfare.

NO WHITE WOMAN ZONE:
Saw a couple tourist backpacker chicks on Fields. Only then did I realize: Day to day, AC has no white women. I mean NONE. What other part of the world can claim that? There’s a smattering of brown women who work in the hotels and SM straight gigs, sure. That leaves the others, the thousands, constantly fucked and fucking, night upon night, tender mercies, the nightly noble effort to rob the Reaper, monumental gyrations, an ether than wears off, forlorn and forgotten as the morning’s spent cum upon the sheets. More fucking per capita, per square mile, per every metric known to man in this, our precious little corner of the world. NO WHITE WOMAN ZONE, indeed.

THE ASHTON KUSHNER/DEMI MOORE QUESTION:
You know what, screw ‘em. There’s a place in purgatory for these two and their good intentions. And while I have no doubt there are issues with human trafficking around the world, this is something that has very little basis here in Angeles.

And yet…

Let’s examine the proposition: You’re 16, got a boyfriend, who knocks up. He freaks and runs away. Cowardly. Leaves you with the baby. Fast forward two years and bring on the economics. You’re living with mom, no money coming in, and the baby has needs. What are your options? Start an internet business? With what money? Go to university to study a field that pays? With what money? You hear there’s fast money in Angeles City from your cousin working at Forbidden City so you take a trip to Angeles City. It’s all good, you find a gig as a dancer and get started immediately. You have hopes of some quick $. What you find is another reality: 150 peso per day for a 6-3am shift. You’re sleeping in a dorm apartment on the top bunk bed with 7 other girls in a single room, 20 in the three rooms of the space. Average shift, sure, you might bag some lady drinks (50p per) but it doesn’t add up to much (even if you did 10 a night, that’s 500 plus the 150 = 650p per night= what, $15 a night for 9 hours?) Mom is home with the baby and almost daily she calls asking for $$$. That leaves you to sell your body for any real money ($30 per?) You become the “bread winner” for the family. They all look to you for support. It’s don’t ask don’t’ tell all the way. You’re not volunteering any details on how you’re sending this money back and so long as it’s coming back, they don’t question you much. You are sacrificing yourself and your present to make some kind of life for your baby and family, doing the right thing, only… How are you supposed to FREE yourself? To escape? What does your future hold?

KOKOMOS: 5:42PM
“Turn out the lights, the party’s over.”—Dandy Don

Guy talking to his chick: “Where you from? Where you stay? When you go? “
Not exactly discussions of Baudelaire’s Flowers of Evil…
Can I tell ya how tired I am of Brittney Spears? ON THE FLOOR has defined this trip.
Bootlegger offers 3 for 100, CAPTAIN AMERICA, RISE OF PLANET OF THE APES…one day in the theater!
They promenade on soft summer nights in Sicily.
Townfolk parade up and down the boulevard.
Kinda like they’re doing before me now on Fields.
Kinda.
2 from Carousel pass, 3 from Club Asia…
Made up, heels, the impression of possibility, that anything could happen tonight.
5 fat Koreans looking for meat, trudge on, dominating joylessly in their flip flops and what must it be to be UNDER that guy as he strokes into you?
Left a sleeping girl in my room.
Hoping to jam this Hawaiian pizza down and get back before the girl wakes, or before the S & P downgrade…it’s all very worrying except along Fields
Where there’s a pulse…
Darkness gathers.
Orange neon of Treasure Island more pronounced by the minute.
4 Aussies go by…
we’re all gonna get laid tonight.
John Lennon’s Imagine on the Voodoo box.
All this
All that surrounds us,
Almost heroically
Unimportant.

Pauly Vegas

Photos: Apple - Alaska Club 01 02 03 04 05

Photo: Doorgirl - Club Asia 06

Photo: D Club Doorgirl 07

Photo: Cat Dancer - Dollhouse 08

Photos: Lisa - Dollhouse 09 10 11 12 13

Photo: Maricel - Wow Bar 14

Photo: Myra - Dollhouse 15

Photos: Sarah - Eager Beavers 16 17 18 19 20 21 22

Photos: Shreka - Roadhouse 23 24

Photo: Teaser Cutie 25

Photos: Cecille 26 27 28 29

Photos: Dirty Duck Girl 30 31 32 33 34 35

Photos: Donna 36 37 38 39 40

Photo: Forget Where Girl 41

Photos: Krizel - Atlantis 42 43

Photos: Trixie - Club Asia 44 45

Photos: Alma - Dirty Duck 46 47 48 49

Photos: Belinda 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58

Photos: Color Club Doorgirl 59 60 61 62

Photo: Spinner - Crystal Palace 63

Photos: Janeth - Dollhouse 64 65 66

Photos: Magerlyn 67 68 69 70

Photo: Fields Doorgirl 71

Photos: Lizelle 72 73 74

Photos: Mery 75 76 77

Another outstanding report PV.

I would love to spend 30 days in AC fucking. I feel like I have to cram as much as possible into a short 7-10 day trip. I find that I frequent familiar places instead of exploring more.

I have to settle for three or four 7-10 day trips a year.

Glad you had a blast. Thanks for the pictures and the report. I can't wait to get back.

Facebook is the way to go to keep up with the ladies. It use to be Yahoo Messenger. The ladies lose their sims and phone so often if you get their Facebook you will be golden.

Awesome report. I must be doing something wrong because I only recognize two this time. One of them, SHAME, shame on you Paulyvegas, for corrupting the innocents. The other lady????..... SHAME SHAME on HER for corrupting the innocents. She's a naughty girl. I imaging your humanity was forever skewed just a little bit by a single session with that one.

Sancho... I'm sure there are a dozen we shared but they didn't make my report. For instance, there were at least 5 from Teaser Cutie. Lovely Paradise, too, was with two from there just today. We're ST Raymond St. guys, not Perimeter.

Last day. Said goodbye to my top GF last night. She wanted to come around today, I said try but I'll be busy (with packing!) Today comes and I'm fucking someone else and the phone rings that I don't answer. We go to the pool after and who do I see but the GF, with an Australian dude. We just looked at each other, uncomfortable but funny (truth usually is). Just couldn't leave it clean, right? Busted.

Outstanding! I have not been so interested in Angeles as I was not impressed by the photos I've seen of the girls but your collection is great, I may yet change my mind.

I have no complaints with the pictures in this report.

thanks for posting , pretty girls

Wow 30 days..surprised there isn't photos of 40 girls or so. Were the girls denying photos or some photos you don't want to share? Girl in top photo and dark girl with white baby doll dress and black heels are both hot. Tough to find pretty faces in AC but it's still fairly priced and condoms optional. Puerto Rican boxer noses seem to be in style in AC.

Actually this is a very nice collection of photos for 30 days. I'm sure there were lots of photo discards, because in 30 days I'm sure girls came home that you wouldn't have picked if you were only there 1 week. but with 30 days to kill, fuck it why not? etc. Finally PV you did it right. If they don't have model bodies, dress em up like sluts. What's with the tire?

EXCELLENT TRIP REPORT & PHOTOS!!! Thanks!

Nice job PV. You have a good eye for photography. I certainly know how much work/fun all that dressing and posing takes.

I too, have never been impressed with the looks of the AC girls until your report.

av8tr...i accumulate the costumes through ebay all year. bring two 55 pounds bags with me. posing them is hard and I've tried to study actual model photos for poses. It's hard to believe, the procession that comes out of my bathroom on a nightly basis. It's basically foreplay. After the pics it's pretty much the same: shower, out in a towel, get under the covers baby and...you know.

That tire is a pool floatation device, by the by.

PV, as usual your TR does not disappoint. I enjoy your distinct writing style.

Do you give away your costumes to the girls?

Where are you off to next? I am a big fan of your Medellin street girl exploits. Is Medellin no longer a destination for you? Your reports are always welcome.

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Apple . . . Cecille . . . Trixie
are winners in my book. very photogenic.

Could you elaborate on your adventures with Belinda and Lizelle?

I am gobsmacked by your selections! Like the babe in the red dress ho is wearing a pastel bracelet.

Only wish we got a few pussy shots before editing takes over.

Thanks.

like like like those girls! they are great for posing! banana split girl is my fav. glad you had a good time. thanks for sharing your adventures!

Hi Top...

I was planning on a Costa Rica/Cuba/Medellin trip next summer. It's tough though...Angeles City just keeps drawing me back. They aren't the goddesses of Medellin, but the GFE is unrivaled. Goddesses can be cold, man....

Hey paulyvegas,

Check out Dirty Duck Alma with her new Wings Tattoo. I tell you what she is an awesome ST fuck. I got her to do a CIM once, but after she tried it she doesn't want anymore...i guess i have to drink more pineapple juice.hehehehehe

Photo: Alma - Dirty Duck 01

Hobbyer...

Alma's unreal, isn't she? She's always out front of the joint, life of the party. Got her home and she puts on the blonde wig and goes Lady Gaga. Then the sex, orgasm addict, zero fat on her body. Quite the mercenary indeed.

Photos: Alma 78 79

Which bars are Belinda and Cecille from?

.."GFE is unrivaled"...completely agree! I have become an AC addict. Used up my SWU's on AA for this year but should have more towards the end of the year (about 10K away for Executive Platinum)...as soon as those are deposited I am back on my way over there.

hobbyist...i'm all about helping my fellow mongers but cecille was 'the one' this trip..you know,the one you could have easily taken home and married in some alternate reality. we're too tight and now on facebook, my 'girlfriend' of the trip so i can't give her up in a public forum.

belinda's out on the perimeter, BARE ASSETS? just up from sunshine bar, two down from garfields.

Sometimes you get too much GFE from the girls and it's hard to chase them out. But they can be the sweetest of all the LBFMs, for sure.

Thanks Paulyvegas,

I prefer the way belinda looks with her big ass in the fishnet outfit. Wish I had photo skills like you and the patience for doing the lingerie show. Anyway best of luck with your honeyko.

Regards,

Your friendly neighborhood hobbyer.

Well came back after a week to see Alma from Dirty Duck for some nasty Short Time and I found her wings tattoo was a face and it was fading. Too bad she can't get a real one. It looks really hot on her. Enjoy the pics below.

Photos: Alma - Dirty Duck 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

i meant her wings tattoo was a "FAKE" (not face) and fading. Oops...hating editing when I'm not paid for it.
Anyway PaulyVegas when you read this give me a heads up where you got that green badge goddess named Lisa.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Hobbyer.

Hobbyist...

what I want to know is how do I get paid for others giving ME orgasms?! Dirt poor, ok, but well lubed. Looks like you and Alma have a deeply religious relationship....

Lisa is at Dollhouse. Be advised: She was one of two this trip that would NOT be talked out of a rubber. And when you're used to fucking without, well, it doesn't help...

Thanks PaulyVegas,

Who was the other rubber police woman? Anyway I think I made Jeaneth like me too much to make it feel uncomfortable to bf another girl from dollhouse. Have to wait until she gets a bf, then I will get another girl.

Hobbyer

Hobbyer...

Giving Janeth orgasms too? My my, you get around! She was my last lay and oh so GFE...until I left, then it's on to the next. Good to hear someone's still in there jamming.

Took all of about 48 hours to get back to the grind here in Chi. The travel ether, evaporated.

Wow Pauly, this is the trip report of the year. Great pics, great stories, love the writing style. It was great to spend a few days there with you and watch you in action. You know how to have fun. We seem to have the same taste. And what a taste it was.

RM

Radioman...

Should have been a Pay Per View event, PV and Radioman set loose on AC. Thanks again for turning me on to Medellin & AC. I miss Manuel Antonio but may never make it back to Costa Rica again.