Parked at Ed's for $4 and walked the border around 3pm. Did some walking to scope things out and work off some energy. Definitely lots of cheap tourist crap around to buy, and some really nice local crafty stuff in the nooks and crannies. Decent daytime scenery, I love to walk around behind dark shades and check out the locals.
Hit up a local about a block or so from the border, and had him hook me up with "chica friendly, clean, decent". He tried one with no-joy, and then checked me into the Regis for $46 for two guests.
Threw him a $5 for making the hook-up since I thought I might use him later if I needed anything. Made a quick run out to La Conga just to knock the edge off (it was early). I hate to lose the first round early, so I popped 50mg of Zoloft (FDA approved for treating premature ejaculation)...
That usually makes the first round last a while, and doesn't hurt the later rounds too bad. I was the only customer at La Conga (still before 5pm, so I grabbed a seat at the bar and the ever lovely Tonya 
got me a cold Tecate. There were a pair of 3-4's, a pair of 5-6's, and one decent 7. Up close, the 7 turned into a 6, but what the heck. Standard La Conga price and services. So here is where I made an almost critical mistake. I grabbed a condom from my own supply, and accidentally grabbed one treated with 5% benzocaine. Yeah, that prolong stuff. That stuff that numbs your lil partner to make it last longer. Oops. Throw in the Zoloft, and that stuff is wrapped up with your little partner for a loooong time. Damn, I wish I could remember the girl's name. She actually a good massage, really took her time and even did neck, face, hands. From there, it was stroke and suck, covered me up, and went for a ride. A looooong ride. Bless her fuzzy little heart, she went back to stroke and suck to try and finish me off. She noticed that her tongue/lips were tingly, and that is when the "Oh no" hit me. We were both getting pretty damn tired, but she stuck to it and finally finished the job. Tipped her a 20 for the extra effort (and time), and grabbed a cab back to the hotel for a rest and a clean up.
Went out around dark to grab a bite to eat, and had to fight my way through the piles of locals trying to get me to spring for that last perscription or first girl of the day. Grabbed a couple dogs at the corner between Regis/Obsession and Fray Marcos to watch the hotel girls start to come out across the street. Decent scenery for dinner time.
Especially from a little distance. After dinner (awesome loaded mexi-dogs), I started to stroll the blocks again to watch the town change at dark (stores closed, nightlife opening), but as I got back close to the Regis, it was getting *really* thick with barkers, really aggressive and annoying ones. Went back over to my dog stand as an excuse to get some "alone time", and sat on the steps of the bank there to get some more scenery. Nice friendly guy sitting next to me speaks good english and starts just chatting, not trying to find me something or sell me something, a nice change. He introduces himself, and I offer to buy him drinks if he shows me around and keeps the barkers away. Real bars, no boobie bars just yet, sticking with cheap scenery until later.
About a half block away, he is greeted by a couple locals walking their girls around... Negro. Damn! This is Negro. So I went out bar hopping with Negro, told him the type of girls I liked, and showed him a couple examples of "close, but not quite", and had (many) Tecates. He even stopped minor trouble a time or two in some non-Gringo places for me, and made sure I felt welcome everywhere. We reviewed the options for club girls, in house or hotel dates. I didn't want to do the quickie in a closet thing, and didn't want to wait until 3am, so he suggested some hotel girls, bar girls, and off-duty club girls.
Ran into Angela on the street, she was dressed down and not working. Very friendly, very good english, and (of course) offered to go on the clock if I wanted to later.
She is definitely a fun person, and on the yummy side, but I was in the mood for more boobies and booty. While we are chatting with Angela, up walks Gilberto. Gil tells me that Negro is "still the man", and that I'm in good hands. They then swap ideas about what chica would be right for my needs. Wow, the vice braintrust of Nogales working just for my needs. I felt like Donald Trump at Merril Lynch there for a minute. :D Negro asked around with some of his buddies as we bar hopped, and on the second try got me exactly what I was in the mood for, a girl named Denise. Young (20-21), decent C's, and a serious caboose. No cottage cheese or stretch marks. Very nice, smelled great, had that "new to town" innocence thing happening. Not much english, but we really didn't need to talk all that much. Negro worked me a deal (I'm sure he got a cut), and off we went. She had to work a little overtime as well, as the Benzocaine hadn't worn off yet, and there was alcohol mixing with my Zoloft.
She was a trooper, and stuck with me til the happy ending. Pretty enthusiastic and just the right level of vocal encouragement. I tipped her decent, and off she went. Hopped outside to relax and enjoy the scenery, and found Negro back on my street corner. We sat on the bank steps and enjoyed the scenery walking by. Lots of locals running girls were dropping over to pay respect, which made the scenery come closer, which made me very happy.
I saw 3-4 other girls that tempted me, serious lookers coming in and out of clubs/bars, but I knew that I didn't have another round left in me at this point, and didn't want to take a chance on running out of energy before I completed the mission. I even considered Angela, but sanity said no.
Negro was awesome, a good time was had by all, grand total was under 400 for the whole trip, including morning Tylenol and lots of coffee before I walked back across.
Good luck and good nookie.
Grande
(at 6'6", 270lbs, Denise decided I needed a nickname)