Another reason is that there’s just too much baggage with a trip report. There’s no upside. From some hero showing my pictures of a girl online and compromising my relationship with her (if she says no internet photos don’t get published. If she says nothing maybe I’ll put ‘em up. But it’s not always so simple, is it?) to the grief my opinions occasionally have gotten on boards like PI AT NIGHT…I don’t need the aggravation.
It’s late in my mongering career. The tough economics haven’t changed. Just not a great time to be a teacher in America. Constant stress of getting class assignments, of getting those classes filled, of not being able to run somewhere else to get employed. Sure, the stock market it up, housing in rebounding…what the fuck that’s got to do with my life, I know not. Time’s is tough.
So, this is a non-report. I’ll make a few observations about my 27 days in Angeles City, 6 in Pattaya. I’ll even put up some photos. Any more information, guys, PM me. Just don’t have the time or inclination for more.
DISCLAIMER:
This represents my own experience and is not meant to represent anyone else’s POV or objective truth. It’s not meant to tell you about any absolute reality concerning Angeles City in June of 2013. It’s just meant to illuminate how my trip went down.
ON THE CURRENT STATE OF ANGELES:
I get the duality of the PI AT NIGHT boards. You’ve got two very different groups posting and viewing. 1- The inside crowd, who live there, who own clubs and bars, who are being impacted on a seemingly weekly basis by the local politicos who are systematically bleeding them. These folks are privy to inside information on bar busts, on the mayor’s meetings and increasing expectations placed on these businesses, threatening the system itself.
There are also the “two week millionaires”…dudes who are “Livin’ the dream, because we can”, who don’t see—on the surface-- all that much difference in the Angeles City of June 2013. I mean, who gives a fuck if there’s one doorgirl outside a joint or 10? So long as what’s happening INSIDE the club hasn’t changed. Who cares if you don’t really call it a barfine anymore or have to find a roundabout way to get the money to the bar? Long as you get to go home with the girl, who gives a fuck?
I see both sides. It’s all well and good for the quasi-millionaires to come and go, but people’s livelihoods are at stake. Have some compassion. I get it. Local politicos are squeezing and sooner or later it’s going to have a real impact. A measurable one. Everything changes, so where’s the city going in the future? No idea. You can close the bars but you can’t close the nature of the society, or the economics. Guys, they found incinerated brothel remains at Pompeii—there is going to be prostitution forever. If you force them into the street, how would you enforce non-prostitution? Would the guys keep coming with no clubs knowing they could still get women? Or would it work out like Pattaya, where the city has a reputation as a real tourist destination, but that Pattaya lives and breathes and works perfectly well with the Monger Pattaya, actually becomes a charming part of the tourist map…at least on Walking Street. Is this the Angeles Ciy’s politicos plan, to create its own Walking Street? This is my 4th trip here and I gotta say… This place is not Pattaya, or Vegas, or even Atlantic City. What are you drawing them in with, a fucking golf course? Casinos? In the end it doesn’t matter what I think. I don’t matter. I’m just passing through. Back to the story of my four weeks here.
RAYMOND STREET VS. THE PERIMETER:
In Angeles one month, I didn’t barfine once from the Perimeter bars. Just couldn’t make it out there. Yes, they’re a bit more expensive that Raymond Street girls (1300BF plus 500tip = 1800 vs. 800 BF and 500 tip) but that’s not the reason I stayed away. It’s not that they’re inferior. The two times I made it out there I made lists of about a half-dozen chiquitas I’d love to spend the afternoon with. I just… never made it down there.
The way you will get me to never come back to Angeles, Mr. Mayor, is to fuck with Raymond Street, in ANY way. You try that closing bar shit on Raymond Street, this soldier of pleasure will march right back to Medellin, Colombia. Calle 53 and Mayorista.
I’m an unknown in Pattaya. Not even the hotel counter-staff know my name. And on the Perimeter or in Fields, nobody knows me by face. But Raymond Street….
I am KNOWN. A marked man. I can’t go to Mamacitas laundry, around the corner, without my name being called. I have to hide my face, least two or three of the girl run up and trying to grab me for a double-session. I am hounded on Raymond Street and yeah, I love it. Day time sessions can happen with Facebook-obsessed freelancers not giving me a second’s peace, sure. Or even with the occasional Santos Street girl. Mostly though, it’s centered in those four magical bars quietly tucked away on the end of Raymond Street. Some of the girls are pictured below. They took berry, berry good care of me.
FREELANCERS VS. FIELDS GIRLS:
This is for the PIATNIGHT crowd more than the CLUB HOMBRE folk: I get tired of the constant bashing of freelancers. According to sources in the know who weigh in constantly, these chicks are all u******e (am I even allowed to utter that word, or is UA more PC?) They are all diseased thieves who will drug or rob you, or who are in cahoots with the corrupt local Station 4 cops. They are dangerous; to be avoided at all costs.
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What total BS.
I’m not going into much detail on this subject because there’s no upside to it. Too many know-it-alls willing and able to tell me what bola-bola my POV is. I don’t have time, nor the inclination, to debate it. Let me just say this…I was in Angeles for four weeks:
Rubbers used: Zero.
Diseases Acquired: Herpes, Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, Syphilis: Zero.
Drugged or Robbed by Freelancers: Zero
Set Up For A Police Bust: Zero.
Pesos paid beyond 1000-1500p: Zero.
I’ll take the freelancers. They’re just more up front. And cost half the price. And have about 1/10th the attitude. There’s no concern about runners. It’s more honest. And deliver the MCnastiest of sessions you ever did see Vs. the Fields club girls, who you can often count on pulling out some nonsense about rubbers, or no blowjob, or not liking baby oil, or “I hurt!” after 15 minutes of session 1. You pay freelancers AFTER the sex, not up front like Fields chicks. Performance-wise, there’s no comparison. Best night-time sex I had, with the exception of two or three great Fields girls, was from freelancers. They’re hungrier and hey! They’re not all UA! That’s a fable. I went with a 31 year-old named Apple right outside Philly Grill, which is supposed to be a nest of UA activity. I found a pair right outside Club Asia who were 23 and 21 (showing ID, always). So many others…some are pictured.
MISCELLANEA:
• Many thanks to the folks at the Pacific Breeze for the monthly discount on Room 606. Heard rumor that it was noisy over there and was not. The room was terrific. Cold, quiet, dark at night. Interior window was fine, looking out over the atrium. Incredible staff. Thanks, Guy!
• Central Park Hotel. My God, I hardly recognized it! They are on Floor 8 of the rebuilding. What an ambitious project! Looks about three times the size of the old one, about 200 Pinoys working on it and I mean working! No slacking going on that I saw. Probably done by the end of the year.
• Sat on my fucking $300 buck Canon, the lens wouldn’t pop back in. Fuck! $85 bucks for a Nikon at SM, far inferior camera. Pay the Piper.
• Can’t lay off the sushi 130p at the SM supermarket. Nor the Japanese cakes. Get ‘em as they’re coming off the griddle! .50 cents for 3!
• Cranking the AC at 18. Green Bay Packer Super Bowl highlights on the Pacific Breeze computer coming from the 1 terrabyte External Hard Drive I brought. Women—via Facebook and Raymond Street—delivering themselves to me all day long. Don’t even have to leave the womb or venture into 90 degree, 90% humidity temps. Fuck that. Only problem….living in a physical, perpetual state of WHAT THE FUCK??? Ibuproprin needed daily. 3X a day fucking just isn’t what it was at 30. At 55, a bit more challenging eh! Pill count: 2-3 ibuproprin per day. 100 mgs of Viagra twice a day with 20mg Cialis once. Oh, and the industrial size bottle of antacid tablets via Target. Close to 200 for a 30 day trip. Bottle emptied.
• Spent $250 per day. Laid 3X, sometimes 4X in Angeles.
• Pattaya rates pretty much the same as last year: 700BF/2000 FOR THE LADY…Short Time. Add to that 200B for drinks, 100B for motorbike..you’re talking $100 per/short-time for Walking Street Goddesses.
• Pattaya alternatives exist, obviously: Bagged a real nice Freelancer on Walking Street for 1000B straight up/short time. Two decent Beach Road girls, too, for 700 and and 800. The fall off from Walking Street is about one notch. You can get 6’s on Beach Road. The Walking Street chicks, when they come down from the stage, when they leave the club lights, in your bed, aren’t 8’s but 7’s. You begin to wonder why you’re paying $100 for two hours unless there are extra perks, like perhaps taking the fucking rubber off, or lots of photos. All things are negotiable.
• Did the Nature Tourist thing again by day in Patts. Hard to make those 9am pickups for the Elephant Village or Tiger Zoo when you show off the last goddess at 3am or later. These two lifestyles don’t mesh well.
LIVING THE DREAM, BECAUSE WE CAN:
(IN SEARCH OF PINATUBU)
High atop the Wild Orchid Inn, those words, literally in stone:
Appropriate setting. Multiple swimming pool. White men throwing brown-bodied women about. Splashy-splashes.
Live from the Wild Orchid Inn! It’s the Miss Pinatubu Contest!
Pad Thai and pulled pork platters, $100 buck designer sunglasses, dragon tats, Barcardi ‘n cokes, and 72 contestants lining the main pool for this very special competition.
Of note here in this most unconventional of pageants: There will be no Talent Competition for this contest. Also, there will be Evening Gown portion. Nor will there will questions administered about the contestants views on Human Rights, Technology and such. Bert Parks will not be in attendance because…well, the guy is dead.
No, the curious and unconventional aspect to the Miss Pinatubu 2013 Contest is this: You get to fuck them! Somebody please tell me of another beauty contest composed of working girls. I’m at a loss to think of another.
Maybe this concept was lost on the guys hammered on Bacardi. First damn thing I did was pull out the note pad. If only the announcer wasn’t a marble-mouth, I might have bagged more girl-number-club combos.
Living the dream, because we can.
Of the 72, I had already fucked 3. The big, long-legged Irma from Secrets and the Atlantis dancer (CH Link) from last night with the great tits but runner’s mentality. Both memorable, but fleetingly. The Atlantis girl for riding me and me amazed watching her tits not even bounce, so firm. The Secrets girl for her power, just a big girl. The 3rd was the doorgirl from Rhapsody (CH Link) I was with last year. Forgettable lay but great photo session. So many of the girls that lead the Flickr “Best Of” set aren’t even close to the best lays.
My aim was to fuck as many Miss Pinatubus as possible, and it began with Body Shop (CH Link)…cute doorgirl Ara (MP #66) isn’t in, and off tomorrow. Ah well, onto… Bar Hoppin’ (CH Link) to find Regina (MP #72). Stick my head in there. No Papasan Allen, no Regina. Buy a kebab skewer for a girl I fucked last year at Wenches, brought over here by Allen. “You try Regina later.” “Yeah, sure”
Make my way to Dollhouse (CH Link). Don’t see MP#46 and nobody knows anyone who was in the contest. These girls look truly bored to shit and it’s an off year for Dollhouse for sure. I’ve had luck here in years previous but I’m not even tempted tonight. Later….
Crystal Palace (CH Link) has a couple hotties but not they’re green badgers, 3,000 for sure. And none were on my Miss Pinatubu list. Outta there.
Walk by Geckos (CH Link), Owl’s Nest (CH Link), la Pasha (CH Link)…heading toward Tao (CH Link). There’s a top 3 Finalist in Tao. Didn’t catch her number but she was a finalist. I get inside and the joint is popping. This is the best AC lineup in town right now. Talk with the manager and he says the MP I’m looking for is long gone for the night, but there’s a fine selection still to choose from. Goodness, he’s right. Stage is packed with leopards. I won’t wind up with MP tonight, going with a 2% body fat killer who wouldn’t give a BJ, didn’t like my baby oil and had to leave by 12. Real Walking Street mercenary, as so many of the truly beautiful ones are.
I did eventually find my Miss Pinatubu, a very special one, but again, what’s the upside to revealing her here?
That’s as far as I go this year guys…police report to be filed.
PM me with questions.
Hope you enjoy the photos.
Keep on searching for your Miss Pinatubu, no matter what the Mayor says!
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