I spent 2 weeks in the Phils from mid November until just after Thanksgiving. I had one day (night) of mongering activities in Manila at the beginning of the trip and one day at the end. This report encompasses those two days.

I had been intrigued by a report on whorist.com about freelancers hanging out in Harrison Plaza Mall in Manila and decided to see if there was any validity to the report. After checking into my hotel and getting cleaned up, it was mid afternoon. I asked the security guard at the front of the hotel for a taxi, and one arrived posthaste. “Where would you like to go?” asked the cabbie. “I want to get to….uh, to….” Egad, jet lag induced dementia! Where did I want to go? “Is there a mall whose name ends in ‘son’ around here?” I asked. “Robinson Mall, you mean?” “Robinson Mall! Yes, I think that’s it. I want to go to Robinson Mall.” And off we went. Lesson learned: Write down the important stuff about your trip. Memories fade after 35 hours of airports and flights.

Robinson Mall was a good-sized multilevel structure. I remembered from the article that one was to hang around the second level, and the available ladies or their pimps would approach you. Well, I hung for a good half hour without having any type of personal encounter. However, the mall was well populated with a fine assortment of eye candy, and just doing some people watching was fine with me. After all, this was Manila, and barring a totally unforeseen set of circumstances, I was not going to be spending the night alone no matter what happened in this particular venue.

After some time on the second level, I was feeling a bit discouraged and went to the first floor. I found a café that had tables on its outside perimeter right by a main walkway of the mall. Again, just looking at the bevies of ladies as they went by was fine with me. After about 15 minutes or so, a scruffy looking fellow approached me asking if I would like to meet a lady for company. I finished up my beverage and walked around the mall with him. I was expecting he would know some of the women there and would be introducing me to them. After walking and talking with him for a while, I asked where these ladies were of whom he spoke. He took me to a mall exit and beckoned outside. “Down the street a few blocks away. Dormitory girls. You have your pick. Very beautiful. Natural beauty.” He smiled. I racked my brain – dormitory girls – what had I read about them? My recall function was not working. So, I used my logic seasoned with a good dose of skepticism and pessimism. Dormitory girls. Do they have to be back at the dormitory at a certain hour? I was looking for all night companionship. What if the experience is less than satisfactory? To whom do I complain? This guy isn’t going to give a crap about what happens after he collects his commission. I couldn’t get it to add up right in my head, so I told the pimp no go and left him. It was around 7 pm by now, so I got a cab and went back to my hotel to clean up. Can anyone reading this tell me the scoop on dormitory girls?

Headed over to the EDSA complex at about 8 pm. First stop, Samba’s. It was very quiet there. There were maybe 10 girls on the stage and another 10 sitting around the bar. One or two of them were really cute. The ladies on stage seemed bored and listless. I got absolutely no eye contact from any of them. The mamasan approached me. “Do you see anyone that you like?” she said gesturing with her hand to the stage. “There are many nice ladies there, but none of them smile my way and none of them will even look at me. Maybe there are some that I like, but I think there are none here who are interested in me.” I finished my drink and headed over to Cotton Club.

There were lots of ladies at the Cotton Club and within minutes of ordering my drink, about 7 or 8 of them were swarming around me. Don’t these gals know they have a much better chance of having a drink bought for them if they do not approach in such great numbers? Despite my decline to buy drinks, 4 or 5 of them still surrounded me while I was there. They asked the usual where-you-from, how-long-you-stay-here, etc. questions. They were very friendly but I got to feeling a bit overwhelmed with all the attention. When my drink was finished, I took my leave and went to My Fair Lady.

I like this bar, although the push for ladies’ drinks and tips can be a bit too much. You just have to smile and wave them off. The mamasan brought over to me one of the dancers. This is someone I had barfined during my first trip back in May. I have read about the steel-trap memories of the girls. I guess that applies to the mamasans also! “Don’t you remember me?” the dancer asked. “I’m Jenna. Remember?” I certainly remembered my barfine from back in May, but this one in front of me had longer hair and had filled out (not fat!) from the one I remembered being with. But as I looked at her more closely, I realized it was indeed her. “I missed you! I have been wondering what happened to you. You took me back to your hotel when you were here before. Don’t you remember?” Yes, I did remember. Jenna had started out rather shy and retiring during our previous encounter. She ended up as an orgasmic tiger who kept me up all through the night. I think I should again enjoy her company, and I paid her 1000 peso barfine.

Once back in the hotel room, the session started out slowly. Jenna talked about her work and the people she had met. She spoke about her numerous barfines-that-could-have-been over the past few months that she had turned down. (I suppose this was an off-handed compliment to me. But hearing this along with her previous “I’ve missed you!” at the bar showed me how jaded [matured?] I have become. Although I doubt that I would ever have believed such utterances before, I would have at least suspended my disbelief for an evening of fantasy. Now I just did not buy it.) As she talked, I held her and stroked her hair and kissed along her neck. She seemed to really enjoy this during our first encounter, but this time she was nowhere near as responsive. The towels from our shower came off, she mounted on top of me ready and wet, she was exuberant in her actions, but the spark of our previous meeting months ago was missing. I was rather disappointed. I had read and experienced how a repeat with a favorita can be a grand experience. Alas, this just felt like an experience with an automaton – a warm, pretty, active automaton – but an automaton nonetheless. When 3 am came and she asked if she could leave, I gladly sent her on her way. A few hours later I was on my flight to Mindanao for the touristy part of my trip.

Eleven days later I was back in Manila for my last afternoon and night. At check in at the hotel, a suited, elderly man who seemed part of the hotel’s personnel started making small talk with me. Where was I from? How long was I staying? How did I like the Philippines? After I was settled in my room, there was a knock at my door. It was the gent from the front desk wondering if I was looking for any female company. I told him perhaps later, but for now I wanted to clean up and go to one of the malls. He told me for 2,000 pesos he would bring an assortment of ladies from which I could choose one. She would spend the entire time with me not leaving until I was ready to head to the airport in the morning. He said no other costs were involved other than perhaps 100 pesos in the morning for cab fare. It was an enticing offer. The price was right, and I felt if things were less than satisfactory, I would have someone to whom to complain. But I had plans to hit the mall, so I turned him down.

“Harrison Mall!” I told the hotel cabbie having finally remembered the correct name from the posting at whorist.com. I arrived there in 20 minutes, and spent a half-hour or so cruising along the first level. Harrison Plaza is not as big or as nice as Robinson Mall, but that was not of importance. The ladies were there in abundance and just gawking at them was a treat.

I headed up to the second level, loaded my pipe for a leisurely smoke, and leaned over the railway overlooking the first floor. Within minutes a fellow approached me asking if I was looking for a lady for company. I told him I was just relaxing, but if there was someone nearby he could introduce me to, I would be glad to talk with her. He brought over a cute, mini-skirted, bare midriffed young lady. She and I spoke for a little bit. Her English was passable. The pimp said our talking like this may be drawing the interest of the mall security and suggested it might be better for us to go to one of the restaurants in the mall to continue the conversation. But this was the first lady I had met here, and I really wanted to see just how plentiful or scarce the ladies for takeout were. I excused myself from their company saying I really was just wanting to relax on my own. I thanked them for their time and company and walked away over to another part of the mall.

Again, it was only a couple minutes with me hanging out on the railing before I was approached by another pimp. This time it was a very unattractive lady who told me she could provide a female for quality company. Again, I told her I was just here to relax and people watch, but if there was someone she had in mind that I could see, I would be glad to meet her. She summoned a thin, pretty girl over. She and I talked for a few minutes. She really was quite the doll, but I still just wanted to see all that was offered within the confines of this shopping venue. I told the young lady I just wanted to hang, but I did think she was a very pretty lady. She thought this was hilarious for some reason – maybe the comment embarrassed her. I excused myself from their company and descended down to the first floor.

I passed by a pharmacy and thought to myself I would like to try the new PDE inhibitor Cialis. That pharmacy did not have the drug, but they directed me to one in the mall that did. I bought a 20 mg pill and slipped it into my pocket. I wanted to minimize any possible GI upset by first eating. I had a nice, fatty meal of fried tofu and vegetables and downed the Cialis for dessert.

Back up to the second level. Load my pipe and take a few puffs. A real cutie comes up and starts making small talk. Her name is Christine. She is from Cebu. After a few words, she tells me she would really like to spend more time with me. I tell her I am just relaxing and not really looking for company. But I do ask her what the price for her company would be. She asked me what I would pay, and I tell her 1,000 pesos. She tells me that would be just fine. She is really tempting, but my thoughts turn to her being a freelancer who does not have to answer to anybody if she fucks up my evening in those ways that strangers in a strange land can do. I tell her she is very pretty, wish her all the best, and head over to another railing on the other side of the mall. By the way, although Christine was fine with 1,000 pesos, I never did ask her how much time that price purchased.

To another railing and I am approached by a fellow offering me more female companionship. After a few minutes of talk, we are joined by the lady pimp who was scouting me out earlier – these folks all know each other! Again, I tell them I am just relaxing and enjoying watching all the different people. “Maybe if you are not interested in a lady, you would like a man?” I smile and shake my head. “Or perhaps you would like a younger girl. We can find you someone who is 13 or 14 or 15.” “Isn’t that against the law?” I ask with feigned wide-eyed innocence. They shrug their shoulders. “The age of majority here is 18. But our culture is more accepting of young girls going with older men than is your culture.” I decline their offer. My eyes sweep over the people down below. I notice a very pretty lady ascending in the escalator from the first to second levels. “Gosh, “ I mutter, “She is very beautiful.” “Ahhhhh, that is Lyka,” I am told. “Hello, Lyka! Come here, Lyka!” my companions yell. But Lyka is out of earshot and keeps on walking. By this time, I had wearied of the mall and figured I had enough information to at least make some contribution about this atypical venue for mongering. I said my goodbyes and took a cab back to my hotel for a quick shower and then a sojourn to old reliable, the EDSA Entertainment Complex.

In the cab, I started wondering why there was such a difference in available ladies between Robinson Mall from my first day and Harrison Mall this day. The thought occurred to me that perhaps the day of the week had something to do with it. I was at Robinson on a Monday. This trip to Harrison was on a Friday. Does anyone else have any thoughts on this?

EDSA complex that night was fine, and I guess enough is known and has been written about it that I do not need to go into any great detail. The prettiest girls were at Pit Stop and Space Girls. I ended up with a favorite from Space Girls. Although we were back in my hotel room several hours after my ingestion of the Cialis, it did not seem to give me the power of Pfizer’s little blue pill. The sessions were fine. I just had to go a little slower and take my time. However, when I awoke in the morning, I was raring to go at it again…and again…and then again! I know the literature for Cialis claims its absorption is not hindered by foods and it is supposed to be effective within minutes. But my experience was that it worked best many hours after I took it. Has anyone else had this experience with it?

I was also in Harrison Plaza on my last trip and was swarmed with mamasans as soon as I entered the place. The reason why there is a big difference between Robinsons and Harrison is that Harrison is a worn out and older mall that caters to working class and poor Filipinos, whereas Robinsons is a more upscale mall with more tourists and tighter security. That's not to say that there are not freelancers at Robinsons but its a very inconsistent place. Almost every girl brought over to me in Harrison looked 16 or younger so I did the same as you and went back to my hotel. BTW, I went their on a Monday afternoon and was approached 8-10 times in 2 hours.

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pardon my question,

but what city is Harrizon hotel in? Is it Manila?

Thank you

AndresB, I don't know anything about a Harrizon Hotel. However, Harrison Plaza (also called Harrison Mall) is in Manila. By the way, I stayed at the Copacabana Hotel which is also in Manila.

Dormitory girls
The man who was taking you there was a pimp,
He takes you to a house with 15 to 20 woman,
where you choose one negotiate price and shes yours for the night and next day, what ever you paid for,
Tha downside is thay have a pimp,