Never again.
I will never complain about Angeles City again.
After my Medellin trip I have seen the light.
Angeles is a dump, but it’s my dump. Side trips from now on will be to Subic, Pattaya, and perhaps China. Costa Rica and Medellin are in the rear view mirror.
Not to say things are rosy and perfect in AC. 25 days is certainly too long to stay. Raymond Street has been nuked. The Lawnmower Men are gathering in the near distance to make permanent changes. Not to mention the new President who nobody talks much about it but might be a real Joker in the deck. But I’m here to tell you that, at its heart, Angeles City is still the piece of shit whorehouse you remember and love.
Here’s a trip report to prove it.
PREPARATIONS:
I don’t have many of these annual trips left. 58, no retirement plan. Shaky job situation. I’ll be fortunate indeed to limp into 62 and Social Security—assuming Social Security survives after the November vote. Gotta max out these last few $10,000 summers before I wind up in the $1,200 a month fixed-income purgatory I’m expecting.
Found some kick-ass heels & clubwear for photos via AmiWear. Bought enough to fill a 50-pound bag. (http://www.amiclubwear.com/)
For gags brought Humphrey the Humping Hound, the fetus baby keychain, the Repeato Monkey (that repeats anything said in the room, always a lady pleaser). I left a big bag of stuff in storage of Pacific Breeze so already over there are the party poppers, silly string, battling lizard vs. rhino (like the boxing nuns they no longer sell, or the Clucking Chicken you used to choke and it would cry out—thank you PC world!)
Viagra and Cialis from alldaychemist.com. Also from them a single Z-pack (which, alas, was barely enough for this trip) and heavier antibiotics in case nastier bugs found me.
Bringing $7,500 in cash, not using the CC card because of the 3% my bank takes for International charges. Norma’s in AC is pretty damn fair considering the currency exchange ra(p)te in Europe and Medellin.
Put on a little traveling music, Creedence Clearwater, and out the door I go. This will be my sixth trip to Angeles City. 25 days. Vamos!
THE TRIP TO AC:
Somehow found a sub $1,000 flight across via JAL. TSA lines made the national news the week before so got here 3 ½ hours early. 15 minutes through the JAL line, 15 minutes through the TSA—holy shit! Guess they fixed the problem. Too bad I woke up at 6am for a 12:30 flight not knowing that. So now I’m here at O’Hare for 2 ½ hours before my flight.
JAL has me in a bulkhead seat, nice legroom. Next to a precocious 8 year-old, his mom next to him dealing with an infant. Turned out to be the smoothest flight ever, seat belt turbulence only 20 minutes of the 15-hour trip. Just fuckin’ entertain me on the movies: Iron Man 1 & 2, Captain America 1 & 2, Pulp Fiction, The Big Short, and some documentary on the Roman Coliseum. 2:56pm in Tokyo is 2:56am in my head. I have a big bowl of noodles, then jump on a 4+ hour jaunt to Manila. You’d think this would have been a yawn, but no… dude two seats next to me was so wasted he dropped to the ground during flight. Nobody did shit about it. I went back to inform the attendants (all women, all about 100 pounds) and tried to get this guy up. Whispering in his ear: “Dude, you’re on the ground, in a moving airplane at 37,000 feet. You need to get up.” They dumped him in an open first class seat, let him sleep it off.
You would think that would have been the last of the excitement, but no! Greeting me at the airport was Pacific Breeze’s Whiplash William (*Beware! Request another driver.) This ride might have been comical if it didn’t come after 25 hours of dues-paying travel. The dude rode the brake so hard, and had no idea how to shift a stick properly. Even with no traffic it was brutal stops and starts, and in Manila traffic—forgetaboutit. Between the airport waiting, the flights, the baggage pickup and customs, plus the ride to AC with Whiplash William, it was a 30-hour trip. The things I do for pussy…
PACIFIC BREEZE:
Why stay anywhere else?
These guys make you feel important from the moment you step in the door. I had booked room 706 for a week until my fav room, 606, cleared. Got upstairs to find—as I requested in emails—my bags, mirror, and fan I left in storage already there. Extra two pillows and two towels as requested. Boys up front dragged the two new 50-pound bags up the stairs. They know I tip early and often. The only issue is that pissant AC unit. Can you believe it even makes bump sounds every few minutes? I think it knows it’s about to get fired.
The rooms at Pacific Breeze are older. There are always issues. In a day or two I’d discover that the sink didn’t drain, a light bulb wouldn’t turn off, the phone cord was flaky in additional to needing an entirely new AC unit.
So why recommend them? Because they FIX the shit instantly. You are a priority. You have an issue, you call the desk, they send the maintenance guys and it gets fixed. When I see any housekeeper it’s “Hello, Sir Paul”. On the way out the door guys hit me with “Goodbye Mr. Paul”.
I paid the two maintenance guys 500 pesos each to find me the best AC unit in the joint. And they did. And it was the best $20 bucks I spent in Angeles. That LS unit was the only thing standing between me and 90 degree/90% humidity temps. Not only would I bow to it on a daily basis, I was so thankful I seriously wanted to fuck that thing, just out of gratitude. It saved the trip. Cannot face those 90/90 temps without a killer AC unit. So yeah, I wanted to fuck my air-conditioner.
THE SITUATION ON THE GROUND
Same-same.
Back on the rail at Kokomos where I belong. Hugging Heide and other waitresses I’ve known for years. This is a part of why this place is home for me. No waitresses hug me in Medellin. I’ve been gone a year and they still remember I order the ice-tea jar sweet, French Toast breakfast, eggs over easy, hash browns. Ask them how they’re doing, it’s always “same-same”. I ask them for the most remarkable thing that happened in the year since I’ve seen them and they scratch their heads. It’s like a time warp, coming back here. And I am happy about that. There goes my first Viagra/Cialis “good price, Boss” guy. Followed by the bootleg DVD guy who doesn’t realize Pirate Bay has made him obsolete. Trike drivers nodding out on their machines, bars being cleaned, hip-hop from the 24/7 bar next door, some bedraggled doorgirls at 9am try to stir up interest from tired passersby. Angeles hasn’t changed…or has it?
CHA-CHA-CHANGES:
There’s construction everywhere. Next to the new Central Park hotel is a big hotel going up. Move down the street to Raymond Street and there another building. A detour has made a simple trike ride to the Mall an adventure, that dirt road a 3rd World experience.
I’m wondering what these builders know. This place ain’t Vegas. Without pussy, it would be purgatorial. There’s little to nothing here and there’s a new guy in the President’s chair who is a bit of a wild card. They’re comparing him to Donald Trump! So why do builders here feel so comfortable about the situation? What if he turns around and bans club activity after 1am? What if he bans the sex scene itself? Would you commit millions of dollars to building under those circumstances? Nobody seems to be sweating it because they’re building like crazy, all over town.
MAMACITAS
I’ve known her for 6 years. We hug on my return. I don’t hug my laundry lady in Medellin. I feed her dog from the local food stand. They know me by name there too. I’m the crazy guy who buys food for the laundry lady’s dog. I’ve been expanding out of late, buying fish for Lovely Paradise’s cat, thin as a whistle. He’s hiding when I throw him an entire fish almost as big as him—he has no idea what to do with it. And of course I buy lunch sometimes for the girls at Lovely Paradise and Mamacita. The food joint lady loves me and one time took me to the back to feel my cock through my shorts. See, that never happens in Medellin. It’s the little things!
THE TWILIGHT TRANSFORMATION
Fields at dusk. Please, never change. Neon wilderness. Oranges, reds and yellows from Q BAR, OWL’S NEST, SALOME CLUB, KING’S LANDING, SHIPWRECKED, RHAPSODY, MONSOON, XS, CHAMPAGNE. Thumping and grinding, each club ramping up the music hotter. Cacophony of 20 clubs outdoing the other. Hundreds of laides off to work. To have witnessed it was a privilege. I’m too tired to capture it in words. Need to go home and take a nap. Got a 20 year-old to fuck tonight. Onto the bitches…
BITCHES:
“I shot my mouth off and you showed me what that hole was for.”—Pretenders.
RAYMOND STREET:
Dead. R.I.P. Gone, baby….
Didn’t fuck a single girl on Raymond Street this trip. It’s with heavy heart I write that. Incredible and sad. This was THE STREET. Soooooo many great chicks from here. In my 22 days in town I saw exactly one new girl who might be a 6 in the two bars left, who I might have wanted to play with…but nothing like the old days. Even last year after the police crackdowns there were a few hits. Not this time. Took exactly two from Wow Bar on Santos, which is the absolute last refuge of daytime action on either street.
Radioman, it was a great run.
FIELDS:
3000 BF is ubiquitous. Think I paid 2500 twice and 2000 once, every other time was 3000.
Yeah, I know: Drinks, phone number, fuck ‘em next day for 2000 or less. Just don’t have the time. Bird in hand worth two phone numbers in the bush. So I get her for 2K the next day, saving 1800p, that’s 40 bucks. What if she doesn’t show (many don’t)? What if she’s late and fucks up my day’s timetable? I’m impatient and will pay for the privilege of fucking her now for sure.
Fields batting average was only so-so this trip. Maybe 1 in 2 lays were good. And at $83 bucks per lay (3000 BF, 500 tip, 300 drinks @ 46 per $1) that’s not terribly good.
Marion: Dollhouse: What a sweetheart! Blonde, spinner, 2% body fat. Friendly beyond belief. Had tape all over her body first time we met. Spotlight dancer costume. Recommended.
Melody: Shipwrecked: What a brat! Known her for three years. Same devastating spinner body. Daddy Allen always has his hand out so there’s a 300p tax if you buy her out, but Shipwrecked is just 2500p and no drink needed, so she’s $65. Worth it. Great with photos. Trained in foul-mouth ways. Cover every inch of her body in baby oil and pound away. So let it be written, so let it be done!
Jennilyn: Shipwrecked: While we’re on the subject, wow, what a body. One of the oldest I fucked at an ancient 28. Powerful legs and ass. Great with photos, no attitude. Pin those legs back while she’s sucking a vibrator, stroking that hardbody…no, babe, keep the heels on.
Rhiza: Sea Star: 4pm pickup. Post one of my regulars, had some time to explore Fields scene by day. It’s bit by bit expanding. Saw some speculation on PIATNIGHT at the new Pres might close bars by 1am so perhaps more action by day. Perimeter is certainly not the only option in town late afternoon. Rhiza is a sweetheart and well worth the $80. One of the few dancers who seduced me (I never seem to get by the door girls). Afterwards we cuddled and watched Mad Max. Just another thing no Medellin chica ever seems to do.
I (HEART) COLOR BAR: I stumble in her and 50+ Koreans and 50 girls are in an all-out party! All girls wear nurse outfits 1:40 in the afternoon? Felt like I stumbled in on a secret Korean society.
MY CUTE DOORGIRL THING
“Is this the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Fair Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!”—Christopher Marlowe
It’s an addiction, clearly. I can’t get by the doorgirls. I fuck very few dancers. Not complaining, Angeles is filled with cute doorgirls. You have to decide if you’re willing to pay $85 for cute 7’s. Pattaya offers the Goddesses on Walking Street for $100+, one or two notches hotter AC girls. But doorgirls speak English, no rubber, photos cool, and are perfect 5 foot nothings. Hard to resist. But not all of them just come with you.
THE ONES THAT GOT AWAY
I struck out with three of the best door girls this trip despite weeks of wooing. Apple apple apple apple ordered, but no go. Just couldn’t close the deal:
LEZA: ORANGE: She was a tequila girl last year. Please come with me, I’m a nice guy, really! She’ll think about it. I buy her a few drinks hoping she’ll come around. She never did. Go find her and close her out.
JIRAN: QBAR: Says to prove myself we’ll need 3 “dates” to talk beforehand. I made it to #2 before she vanished.
ANALYN: Hollywood bar. I wanted this blonde, BAD. The more she blew me off the more I wanted her. Waitresses tried to talk her into it (big propina if she says yes!) but she only went with small-dicked, quick-cumming Koreans. My tough luck. I finally gave her but if she’s back from Manila, you should get down to Hollywood bar and ask for her. A true 8.
MEGAN: VIKING: Legs! Stop me in my tracks. Happens every time. And up to them I go. Inside for a drink. Great talk. Sharp chick. We’re laughing, it’s going well. “So you’ll come home with me, yes?” “No.” “No?” “Mens”. Commence Pauly Vegas frowning. In 3 days, no problem she swears. Too bad I never see her again.
Did get to a few though…
JENNY: Sea Star. The Blonde 8. Wow girl. One other maybe at her level this trip (pictured). Quite the fashion show, putting her in that Catwoman outfit and moving her around like a Barby doll. Giving her a Spiderman kiss as I moved her hair just so. Take the photo. Recall F. Scott Fitzgerald in the back of a cab with Zelda at the height of the Roaring 20’s, crying, knowing this was it, life would never get better. These are the good old days,
FREELANCERS:
Street chicks. Love ‘em because they stand and deliver. Daytime used to be Raymond street. Night time, street chicks. While Raymond street is muerto, street action has never been better. Quite the assortment on Fields outside of the bars. It’s usually half the price of chicks inside and the girls of equal or better performance. And it’s just the attitude. There’s no bitching, no prissiness, and rarely a no. Twice the performance of Fields club chicks for half the price.
Some of the girls have vanished due to drugs or exhaustion. Some, like Princess, who used to be smokin’ are now unfuckable. Just sickly thin.
Rochelle: Known her for 5 years. Her body never changes. She’s 25 now and still about 100 pounds max. Trained. Stand and deliver. Wishbone those legs. Press your ass back against me, baby, yes, exactly….
RHEZA: Temporary street chick, between club gigs. 1500p per. There are lots of hotties like this in Fields right now. Great traffic between chicks waiting for HISO to open up, chicks in town to pick up some quick cash, and Rheza who was starting a new gig at the following week, needing cash.
LUZ: One of the best, three years running. She’s a non-druggie so her body is holding up well. Seems more flexible than ever, skin like butter. Trained and nasty. Up for anything. Put her in that schoolgirl outfit or French Maid skirt and 6 inch-pumps, get her in front of that mirror, then pin her against the wall and….mmmm!
JENNY: One of these friend of a friend deal. And she brought me a friend making it friend of a friend of a friend. She’ll never be Miss Pinatubo with that silver tooth. But you give her dialogue impromptu that she’ll say and enact without delay. She also brought her sister and best friend to fuck. The sister was a bust out, but the best friend!
DYNAMIC DUOS!
CINDY AND RUBY: Banana Peel: I just want to send a shout out to the owner of Banana Peel who, for two years now, has had the sweetest live flesh on the market. It’s like he picks them days after cherry girl status. Always 18, young and fresh. These two didn’t provide the best lays, but they were the most fun. Both 5 foot nothing, 90 pounds each. PERFECT SKIN. Please do not forget the feel of Ruby’s legs. That’s the legal high-school flesh you never got to touch back in the day. These are the girls you used to see on Raymond Street. Not to mention every time I come in here there is no one else around, so I’m greeted warmly by all five girls. This trip only these two were of interest and we headed back to 606. Ponytails wants 3K at 3pm for one girl? No thanks, I’ll take both of these for 1.6 each. Fantastic fashion show. Ruby as Catwoman, great stuff. We get down to it and surprisingly, less hot Cindy is the far hotter lay. Turns out Ruby was just 1 BF and 10 days from being a cherry girl. Ruby got much better the second time, she’s a keeper. Do yourself a favor and hit Banana Peel.
MELISSA AND ASHLEY: These two appeared at my Pacific Breeze door, waiting for me with Luz’s friend—that’s right, the friend of a street girl brought two other girls I’ve never met before. Danger, Pauly Vegas! I actually did request cards on both these 4-11 inchers. Really on the fence about age, hearing about the set ups and blackmail, handing their ID’s to the guard at the door. He scrutinizes the cards, asks some questions, and shakes his head yes. YES! That’s what Angeles City is about! Not some fucking immovable dude at the door shooting my chicks down. Inside we go, ladies! The usual fashion show chaos, chicks love the wigs, the outfits, the 6-inch heels. We get down to it, Melissa first. Put her in one of the outfits, coach her on what to say…whoa…. new favorite! Felt guilty leaving Ashley in the bathroom so long so “switch!” Ashley (more on her later) more tentative, troubled, still beautiful. All for 3,000p. Who does these things?
GIRLIE AND TANYA. Freelancers on Fields. I’ve known Girlie for years. Princess’ sister, probably not on drugs as her body has held up. And her girlfriend….OH! Back to my place for a modeling session. The girls go ape shit over the pink and blonde wigs. They WELCOME photos—hear that Medellin, girls? Time to get down to it. Tanya, the hotter of the two, very inexperienced, also small, could barely creep in there. Girlie well trained and nasty, Old School street girl. Both for 3k total ($70 bucks). You take these lays for granted, and I’ve learned I shouldn’t do that. Great stuff.
JHAM AND EUNICE: Subic: Not many options in Subic at 2pm. Thank God I saw Eunice my first night in town. Went back for her the next day. 28, cool, funny, smart. GFE material. Jham is sexier, great 5-2 inch body. The vibe in their joint was laid back and friendly. At 2pm I’m the only dude in there so plenty of attention paid. Brought ‘em both back, the PSE and GFE. Magic Wand was killing Jham ‘til—FLASH!—it exploded! Something in the wiring. Jham was freaked but we carried on best as we could. Switch! In comes Eunice in 5-inch heels and black mesh negligee. OH! I must have been a very good piggy in the last life to deserve this back to back combo. She says she likes “fluffy” guys—that’s good babe, lots of Fluffernutter on these bones. Lots of leche all around.
We did it again two days later and it was even better. I suggest Eunice take a 90-minute bus to meet me in Angeles. Maybe she thought I was kidding. Never saw her again.
JENNY & JHOII: Jenny saved the best for last. She brought her friend Mary Jhoii. Ex-Perimeter girl looking to pick up a few bucks. OH MAN! Almost without looking you know AC girls have no tits. For me, that’s no biggie. But when a girl comes in well developed, a local, it’s a rarity. That was Mary Jhoii. If Jenny was a low 6 MJ was a strong 7. Extra propina for you, Jenny! Hello MJ… We do an abbreviated toy gags and fashion show for MJ’s sake. Then the usual “what now?” bit. In Medellin that’s usually you the John being told what she is going to allow him to do. Here in Angeles it’s YOU deciding what’s going to happen. So it’s MJ first because I gotta gotta touch that. She comes out in the gold thong bathing suit and five inch heels and I gasp. Lights out, up to the mirror, behind her, kissing neck, removing it, can you say this baby….. she does. Sex is unconscious. Poor Jenny is stuck in the bathroom (‘cause I don’t like doing ‘em at the same time). We finally say switch and out she comes. The savagery with her was almost routine by now.
Mary Jhoii became more of the fav after that, saw her multiple times. One of the best, if not the best of the trip. (Pictured).
JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN FUCK CITY
Never pick up the phone after 11. I’m in bed, crushed, 3x fucked, minutes from crashing. Ring! Don’t ask me why but I picked up. “Sir Paul, you have a visitor. Girlie.” Why why did I say “let her in.”? Oh yeah, I’m a sick fuck with a sex addiction. In she comes with not one but TWO friends. I told them. I told them and told them… no, no, no, not doing anything! Going to bed. Tired from boom-boom all day long. They laugh and want to take pictures. I break out the big bag and it’s chaos. Wigs, heels, costumes, club dresses, schoolgirl outfits. Girlie brought back Tanya, who is soooooo fucking hot at 18. No way to recount the incarnations… Green “don’t’ ask me for shit” hat with “hater” t-shirt, 3 stooges glasses, killer Tanya in a black one-piece cling dress. Hamming it up against the Philippines flag stuck with masking tape on my wall. These things never happen in Wrigleyville…and then the inevitable “now what?’ The blonde from Manila start coaxing my dick and the little head once again won out. 20 minutes with Tanya just kissing every inch of that body. The blonde from Manila pretty much a waste. Girlie delivered the good as usual. 1k for each. Price of this night’s epilogue: $65 bucks. Life is beautiful with a wallet full of money.
MASSAGE GIRLS:
What’s up with all these massage girls? They’re everywhere, especially just steps away from Kokomos on Santos. Look for them around twilight, 6-9 pm. They hand out cards. They are CUTE. Cute like Raymond Street girls used to be. Out of 10 handing out cards, I’d happily fuck 6 of them. I take a card from one cutie. “What happens if I want more than a massage?” The girls scatter. Clearly I’m going to need to be subtler.
DIANNE: Had a small stack of massage girl cards and vowed to see what this was all about. So I called the number. Got an operator, told her when I wanted the message “therapist” at my house, and told her Dianne’s name. Done deal. Dianne would be at my place at the hour of my request. Well, thanks. So I waited and right on time, booty call, and up she came. Cute! In she bounds, about 19, red streak in her fake blonde hair and hard body. Energy girl! She’s got a backpack with her little massage kit and asks what I’d like. I ask her how this works she gives massages and can massage my dick too for a little extra. Oh reaaaaaaally I say. Well how about I massage YOUR naked body? Her eyes bulge out: No! We commence to negotiate and it slips out from her: “OK…2000.” WELL OK! Her body is tight, like nobody on Raymond Street. “You drive or me?” she wants to know. “You babe. Take control” Moans from her, no kissing but everything else. It was a good clean fuck, and now that I know these chicks can be done, I plan on making calls to all of them.
Dianne is leaving and wants to know my age. She guesses: 42. Nope. 46. Nope. 49. Uhuh. I get my passport. 58. No, really?! “Really…see doll, that’s why guys travel 30 hours by plane to get to you. Because when I taste your nipple and your belly it’s like drinking at the Fountain of Youth. It keeps me forever young, until I die.” Whatever, she said, bolting up for her ringing cellphone….
JAM: MP girl 2. Same deal, called the agency, gave her a name and a time, the girl appeared at my hotel door. I have to admit being surprised after Dianne went the distance to discover Jam did not. Yeah, she’d go for a hand job, the proverbial happy ending, but that’s it. I stopped her after 5 minutes, it was too weird. Gave her the 600p. She apologized over and over. I said doll, it’s your body, it’s your choice. Stop apologizing. It’s why I love the Filipinas more than any of the rest.
KRISTAL: MP girl 3: 19, tight as drum. Yeah, I’m also 15 years older than her dad. I was her birthday yesterday so she’s a bright and shiny 19. In she comes with her red dyed hair, kinda like a young Anne Margaret. Did I mention she’s 19? Show her some of my toy gags to break the ice. Then I ask about “extras”. She says “handjob” (safe to say if that’s all you want, you’ll get that from most any of these girls). No doll, I wanna boom boom. 2000 pesos, like Dianne” Then the dreaded word, true or not: “Mens”. Fuuuuuuck! Give her an extra 10 bucks just to make out with her for 15 minutes, cuddling while she jacks me off under the covers. A well spent $20 bucks.
PERIMETER:
The best two 2x1’s came from Perimeter this trip, and three of the hottest girls.
Easily the best Perimeter bars this trip were Candy Bar and Banana Peel.
I don’t see the attraction of Ponytails. Walk in there and yeah, there’s lots of chicks, but not lots of talent. Prices are night time Fields rates. Guaranteed there are three Koreans who have locked up three each for themselves with drinks…so what’s the fucking point? I move on down the line to better joints.
MARMAR: Candy Bar: One of two true 8’s I fucked this trip. And she came from this Perimeter bar. Model’s face. Passionate.
MICELE: Candy Bar: I think that’s how she spells it. You know, like Michelle without one L and the H. Second killer from Candy Bar. Brought back the photos for Marmar, who wasn’t there. The girls grabbed them and ravenously checked them out (in Medellin, it would be considered a betrayal and huge Facebook worry—not fucking here). Micele liked ‘em and we grabbed a drink. She’s a solid 7, a half notch below Marmar. Loves sex. 3x leche for her. Rode me into the ground. Did a threesome with her and Marmar at the end, two model quality chicks drinking banana shakes and splashing in the Pacific Breeze pool with me. Leading them out into deep water and they cling to me. These are the good old days.
CINDY AND RUBY: Banana Peel: See Dynamic Duos.
BREAKFAST ATOP CENTRAL PARK HOTEL
Holy shit! I’m eating a 4-egg omelette with French toast without flies, without jackhammers, without beggars, without Viagra salesmen, without SMOKERS IN MY FACE! Hello breakfast on the roof of the Central Park hotel! Had never been up here, to look out over these 12 stories high (highest in Angeles?) and see the whole mess below. You’d never know this high up, all that humanity. Like so many ants. Kids are swimming in the pool that has a built-in illusion, making it seem like the edge of the pool is the edge of the building. Trippy. They even have a white woman! Rare bird, what are you doing here in Angeles? Here for the Vegas style nightlife, no doubt.
CHLAMYDIA:
Well, of course I came down with it. I’m fucking street girls and freelancers and freakin’ everyone without a rubber. Noticed it Day 10. Was left in a quandary. Take the Z-Pack immediately? Yeah, but then I’d re-infect myself for the Medellin trip and would be out of antibiotics? Luckily discovered they sell Z-Pacs over the counter at Manson Drugs. Also luckily, the shit worked. This wasn’t an “exotic” variety impenetrable by normal anti-B’s. For three days I also fucked with a rubber until it was gone. I looked on the bright side—or tried to—thinking this would help the inevitable rubber fucks I’d have when I split to MDE.
25 DAYS IN ANGELES, PROBABLY TOO LONG
“What…a dump”—Betty Davis
Got a little burned out with the scene. Limited beauty on Fields for $83 per, all ST quickies. Too impatient to let them come to me via sneak outs, tired of my regulars. I considered my options.
TOYING WITH THE IDEA OF PATTAYA, UNTIL I DISCOVERED
Hey, they discontinued the direct Cebu-Pacific to Bangkok flights from Clark! When did that happen? So the only way to get to Thailand from Clark now is through Singapore? Or pay $75 each way for a car to Manila to catch a $350 flight? Fuck that. Options?
WELL, THERE’S ALWAYS SUBIC!
With no desire to drive with Whiplash William again, I request Edwin. If you’re staying at PB, you should too. Sweet ride over to Subic, not even 90 minutes long.
Had been quite some time since I’d been here. Stayed at the Arizona first time around, came with a “novia”, not sure what I was thinking—she wasn’t up for threesomes so we bunked in day and night. Two uneventful days (other than a severe lighting storm).
Stayed at Arizona this time too. The plan was two nights. Ended up staying three. Very reasonable price on the room. Kick ass AC fights off the humidity and 90 temp. Walk the full beach strip in front of the hotel in 15 minutes. Not much to see or do, just like last time. The water looks gray (yet all the locals would told me the best time to go in and that they went in)…. It’s not exactly Manuel Antonio but I’m not here as a nature tourist. AC kicks, good cable, good restaurant at Arizona and 6pm is coming up. Let’s go for a walk!
THE STRIP AT 6PM
Gotta say, I’m impressed! Charlie’s Bar had one, 20/20 Club had a dancer rub my dick right through the pants. Hideaway had two. Cowboys, BreakThru, Lollipop, Alaska Bar. It’s like a miniature version of Angeles, with miniature pricing. Plenty of talent, enthusiastic, all over me, bar after bar. Saw enough on the first night to justify staying an extra night. Booked with JHIRAN to come to my place tomorrow at 10. Nothing to do by day and wasted tired the first night, set up dates for day 2. Fondled like they don’t much do in AC. Last club we went eye to eye and she rubbed my dick to full hardness in one minute whilst two others surrounded us. Nice to be noticed! Saw the owner from Alaska Club and he recognized me. And the Barfines…. 1700! Perimeter pricing but there appears to be as many hotties here as on Perimeter. 6pm is when many doors open so that’s the ideal time. Gotta book some daytime dates because I have no intention of scuba diving in that murky gray water.
SUBIC CHICKS:
JHIRAN: BAR ???
Never been with an American. First week on the job. She was on the fence about coming but finally relented. Giggly 21 year-old. Brought a small bag of gags with me which brought laughs. Some outfits for modeling and then….she showers, I shower, when I come into the room she’s already under the covers naked. What a country! That girl riding my cock while, in the back, Hillary Clinton was winning the California Primary and declaring victory-- pretty sweet! Afterwards just cooling with her, lots of laughs, no pressure to leave. Booked the following day but she got caught up and didn’t make it. Ciao, babe, my first Subic chick!
RICA: Little thing, 20, looking in the mirror after our photo shoot. Good sport when I sent the wrong batch of photos to her! What a doll, and for $50, a bargain.
Found Hanna in Lollipop at 6pm my last day. Felt it was time to go when I walked half the strip looking for someone to fuck. She broke the streak. 20. Fresh. Cute. Still going to school, hoping to get out of here in one year. The joint was empty so she’s latched onto me pretty good. You don’t have to twist my arm babe, let’s go. Sex was unconscious. Nympho. 2x around the horn. Amazing looking in the mirror at this girl move on me.
Final stats: 2000p BF each for 3 chicas. 1700 for 2. 5 girls in 3 days, 2 repeats.
Flooding, heavy rains by day. Not much action in town. The beach water did clear a bit and resemble actual blue water. Catamaran boats on the sand, lots of beach dogs and hustlers of shells and curios. Eggs Benedict and pancakes after getting well fucked the night before, a nice opener.
Hearing an old CR fav on the way out, “Besame! Besame mucho!”
One last stop at the market. I buy some milkfish and give most of it to a starving kitten.
I watch a guy cut the skin off the skull of goat. DAMN! He holds it up for me and my shocked face. Haven’t seen that trick since I saw a guy do it in the Old City market of Jerusalem. The guy just laughed at my shocked expression.
I also attempted to fend off the THOUSANDS of flies on the fresh meat and fish. The locals laughing, they know there’s no way to beat them off. Me with my Western mind, I’m like—get the fuck off the meat! Another lesson in mortality.
It won’t be me but you could do worse than retire here. AC is 90 minutes away. Mini bar scene here. More than enough action for a geezer on a fixed income. Friendl(ier) girls, cheap drinks, good local food available in the market. Malls with Western movies. Decent wifi, and a BEACH. Not Hawaiian but it’s a damn beach, so you have that lifestyle too. Plus the expat community to kibitz with…what so wrong with any of that?
For me…there’s just no STYLE here. No ABSURDITY. No Atlantic City in this place—where you step out your front door into surrealist landscape. Like you do with, say, Pattaya. Every day a carnival! In Subic it’s more just killing time well. I can see why some have chosen it as the final go-around.
ANGELES CITY IN THE AGE OF FACEBOOK
Gotta address this after my Medellin rant. Here in Angeles I’m on Facebook. I fend off ENDLESS Facebook requests. Chicks know the score. I’m here only for a very short time. Gotta get while the gettings good. These are favoritas, chicks I know for years. I do my best to stay off Facebook because of their ceaseless demands on my leisure time. I have to be on it though as I don’t own a cellphone, so this device acts as my communication for SOME of these women. I use it sparingly but yeah, I use it when necessary.
Meanwhile, if you read PIATNIGHT you know plenty of guys have moved into the Lawnmower Man category. Their way of mongering isn’t mine. They mention places I’ve never entered, websites I know nothing about: Skytrax, Gossip, HISO, Date In Asia, WE CHAT, Badoo, Skout, MeetMe, Pina Love. HI5, Tagged, OKCupid….I know they’re out there. I’m sure some of the hotter chicks have followed in the steps of the MDE hotties and moved their operation completely online. There may have been a drop off in talent available in the physical realm of Angeles City. Maybe. But NOTHING to the degree of what’s happened in Medellin. And to that I say thank Christ. I don’t believe the Lawnmower Men will ever own this town like they do in MDE. The poverty is too great here. Lots and lots of chicks aren’t on the network. Can’t afford to sit in Gossip wearing snazzy clothes and texting to fav Lawnmower Men. Nope, it may be shooting fish in a barrel, but here in Angeles you still have to fucking get out there and walk and talk and do it in the physical realm. Amen.
THE MISS PINATUBO CONTEST
Nothing but great memories of the Miss Pinatubo contest. Caught one two years ago and ended up spending time with Grace, one of the Finalists. Probably the most beautiful Filipina I was ever with. So, had to make it back from Subic in time for this. Played out this year at Score Birds Hotel, a new one I’d not seen before. Swanky! And think about this… 500p (that’s $12 bucks) gets you 3 free drinks, an all you can eat buffet, and a scorecard with the girls’ names and where they work. Don’t forget, this beauty contest differs from every other in the civilized world because….? That’s right---YOU CAN FUCK THE CONTESTANTS!
2pm was the announced start and I got there at 1:30, looking for a table and good view. Of course the contest didn’t start ‘til closer to 3:30. Some “mermaid” style chicks frolicked in the water as a warm-up as guys filled the tables. Fewer than I’d imagined. I had a spirited talk with an Aussie (love those guys!) while the joint filled with Koreans and Americans and sex monsters of all stripes. Imagine what women back home would think of this spectacle? Women who sell their bodies parading in bathing suits before a group of disgusting men, calling it a beauty contest! PERVS!
But here comes the parade. First glance, this year’s crop not up to the usual standard. Still, seeing 4 or 5 I’d gladly blow $100 on. Thanks Score Birds for that score card! Like two years ago, I did score one of the Finalists:
SALLY GALOSO: Club Asia: Haven’t had a special chick from Club Asia since Rheza (remember her, Bwana?) I pursued her. Missed her on back to back nights after the Miss Pinatubo contest. She was #2 on my list. I had no idea at the time (because I left early) that she had gotten all the way to the Finalist round. So when I got into Club Asia way early on the 3rd day and she was there—Mission Accomplished! Down she comes for drink. Powerful compact body. Solid 7. Not on the level of Grace from two years ago but good enough so there’s no way in hell she’s getting away from me tonight. We laughed about the contest and her answer to the Q and A portion when the host asked her: “What is your favorite number?” (not terribly hard these Q’s, eh?) “69” “Why?” “Because I like to lick, and suck.” DAMN! When’s the last bathing beauty to say that? We get back to 606, photos and toy gags, put her in the comfy pink bath robe after showering. Ultimately she has the same body as so many others, 5-2, tight belly and legs, spinner par excellance. No complaints about the lay, she was game for anything. But somehow forgettable. An illusion attained is no longer illusionary.
POVERTY HIT ME HARD THIS TRIP
By the numbers, here’s what working a job at McDonalds in SM Mall pays:
8 hours= 175 pesos= 20 pesos per hour = .45 cents an hour.
Vs (in Chicago)
8 hours= 2880 pesos= 360 pesos per hour= $8 bucks an hour
The reason I spent close to $300 per day this trip is because I’m a sex addict, sure. But I also can’t stand to see people in pain. I tip way too much to people making it because I know how little they make. I hand out money to people not making it because I know if I don’t, there’s no safety net, and these are(were) my friends. I can’t stand to see their desperation, and there’s no end to it.
THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF CHUMP
Case 1: Donna needs 1500p for the rent. Donna’s gotten chubby and I don’t fuck her anymore. But I used to. She was a great one for a long time, one of the original Raymond Street beauties. She hurting enough in my room to start crying, no options on how to raise this money, two days to raise it or else. She’s starting a Mall job and will have a check in two weeks (get this, 3500p every two weeks= $76 bucks!) I give her the $30 bucks. CHUMP!
Case 2: Danika was last year’s GFE. Best of the trip. Hasn’t worked out that way this year. Only found her by chance on the street. She just got a gig as a waitress @ Lollipop. She needs 1500p to get paperwork to apply for jobs at SM Mall. How’s she ever gonna make that making 100pesos a night salary at Lollipop? She won’t. She’s locked into a poverty spiral, and what happens when her looks go? I give her the money, hope she spends it on what she said she would and find a better life. CHUMP!
Case 3: Ashley. Hardly know her. Fucked her once this trip. She seemed distracted and now I know why. Saw her 9am on the street, she stopped me, desperate. Can we fuck PLEASSSSE? No babe, just woke up, did 3 yesterday, my “power” is gone. She’s got a brother who needs books for school. If he doesn’t get the books, no school. No school, her mother will lose it. “what would you do if you didn’t see me just now?” She hasn’t a clue. I do my best to put her off, then say OK 10pm. She says she needs the money now. It’ll be too late tonight. I front her the money almost as an experiment. “So you’ll be outside my hotel at 10pm exactly tonight?” “I promise”. I give her the money. CHUMP!
POSTSCRIPT: THE DESPERATION OF ASHLEY:
I walked out my door at 10pm just for the fuck of it and there she was. Surprised she actually kept her word. We went inside and talked.
I want you to imagine being Ashley for a moment. She told me she had been walking the street since 7am that morning looking for a guy to fuck, looking for money. She had to have these books so her brother could be in school, so her mother wouldn’t worry herself into an early grave. No takers. She cried when she talked about people in the street, looking to borrow 20 pesos, or 10, or 5…poverty and desperation everywhere. She knows just how many pesos will buy her rice so she can eat that day. She can eat rice and likes it simple, with an onion or kalimanseed. She passed the moral integrity test by showing up at my door. But she’s got no idea WHAT SHE CAN DO TO CHANGE HER SITUATION. Getting a Mall job is akin to slavery. Going back to the club she worked at? Same deal. Can’t raise the money for college, can’t raise the money to beat it out of the country to a better place. It’s a rat wheel. What am I missing? What is she missing? No answers, just poverty.
Gave her what I could on her leaving. An extra 1000, soap, underarm deodorant, razors. She smiled hugged me and left.
These good people. Family #1. Religion #2. Smiling, good natured despite the misery. No wonder 15 million voted a clown into office. Wouldn’t you, with promises of something different?
Case 4: JHEN. “New” girl at Wow Bar. My next to last night. Played out, I walk by and the mamasan directs me to Jhen. Yeah, she’s cute, but I’m beat so I’m gonna pass. Jhen smiles my way, something sad in that. I stop and double back. Make a snap judgement. 1500p? What the fuck, c’mon, let’s go. Back to my place I learn what was at stake in that moment. Jhen came to Angeles just that day from Manila. She REALLY needed me to say yes. Her baby has pneumonia and she hadn’t the money for medicine. So she took a 2+ hour bus trip to Angeles to sell her body to find the money to get the medicine. And if no one chose her? Then the baby goes without medicine. I gave her the $30 bucks. That and everything in my refrigerator, a squeezy toy for her kid and a few extra bucks. Don’t think me a hero. I took it out in trade. But the desperation… takes the breath away. What if I had walked by….?
Angeles City, my shithole.
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