What? I wondered, Vila Mimosa at 3 A.M.? Is he serious? I'd always wanted to go to VM, but not at 3 o'clock in the morning. Is he crazy?

Everybody started debating it, kjtrav and Boomhauer bowed out. Finally I spoke up.

"Vila Mimosa at 3 A.M.? Is it dangerous?"

"Naw", Jaguar replied, "it's all controlled by the mob and the police".

"I'm in", I said. There's nothing safer than that, it's the petty criminals you gotta watch out for, not the pros. Like I said, I'd once lived in a police state. If I wanted to change money, I'd go to a hotel I knew was controlled by the secret police and did it there. No muss, no fuss. Everyone else had stories of being ripped off trading money in the street with the con men, not me, I deal only with professionals.

But then a worm began to turn in my brain, it wasn't the mob or police, it was Jaguar.

"Things happen to people around Jaguar", said my conscience.

"That's just rumor", I responded, "fairy tails, bad luck, superstition". I dismissed it.

"Maybe, but keep your eyes open".

Jaguar, Travelsrr, Cubbie, and myself hailed a cab.

"Watch the reaction of the driver when we tell him where we're going", Travelsrr said to me as we got in. "Vila Mimosa".

The cabbie didn't do anything, he acted like he hadn't heard.

Travelsrr tried again, "Vila Mimosa"

This time it registered. "Vila Mimosa?", he asked.

"Vila Mimosa", Travelsrr responded.

"Vila Mimosa", said the cabbie, resignededly. I knew he wasn't pleased.

"Vila Mimosa"

We arrived at the end of a street and got out, the cabbie drove away quickly, not giving us a second thought. At the end of the street was a sign that read 'Abandon hope all ye who enter here'.

A man in a toga greeted us.

"Jaguar! I haven't seen you in a while, where have you been?"

"Hi Pontius. I'm just showing some friends around", Jaguar answered.

I turned to travelsrr. "Pontius?"

"Pontius Pilate. Jaguar knows everybody", he whispered. I noticed a three headed dog on a leash to the left of us sleeping. We're not in Kansas anymore.

"Showing some friends around?", Pontius Pilate asked.

"Vila Mimosa", Jaguar responded.

Pontius Pilate looked shocked. "Again? How many books are you writing?"

"Just one, but it will be very well researched".

Pilate shook his head, "Well I'm sure I cannot dissuade you, go ahead".

Once through the gate we were surrounded by pimps, prostitutes, and common thieves.

"This is amazing", I said.

"Oh, this isn't VM", Jaguar said, "This is just the first level".

Sure enough he was right. We descended through nine levels, each one growing dimmer and more foul. On one level we noticed a huge number of empty niches carved into the stone. Guys in suits wandered about laughing, drinking, and throwing wads of money into bonfires. Wheelbarrows full of money emerged from printing presses off to the side. I wondered what that was about.

We encountered murderers, vandals, barbarians, and on it went. All the guards nodded to Jaguar and let us pass. Finally we got to the ninth level. We entered a large cavern with a throne at the other end. On it sat Satan himself, he was speaking to a small, bald, dimunitive figure standing at his feet.

"Listen Dick, I'm telling you. There's no such position as Vice Satan"

The dimunitive figure mumbled something.

"Yes, yes, I know you've done a lot. I couldn't ask for anyone better. You botched things up good!" Satan laughed. The figure mumbled again.

"No Dick, I'm not promoting myself to King of Darkness so you can be Prince of Darkness. It's just not happening. Now go back above, you've still got work to do."

The figure turned and passed us on his way out, glaring at us with icy blue eyes.

"Was that Cheney?"

"Shhh"

Satan looked up, "Jaguar my old friend, I haven't seen you in a while".

"I've been busy, your Excellency".

I turned to Travelsrr with a questioning look.

"Jaguar knows everybody", he shrugged.

We approached the throne.

"Listen Jag, the offer's still open. Your investment banker buddies have screwed things up for everybody. They sold millions of 'Beachfront' condos to the folks upstairs and now they're furious to find out they're on the fifth level of Hell with just sand on the floors in a cave for accomodations down here. We're printing money as fast as we can to pay them back, but it's just causing more havoc."

Satan continued, "I'll put you in charge of the whole fifth level to do as you please I'll even let you do what you wish with Alan Greenspan when he arrives. Just please get these guys under control".

"Sorry your excellency, like I said before, I'm retired now. I don't want to play those games".

Satan sighed, "I guess I can't blame you".

Things were beginning to fall into place. No wonder things 'happen' to other people around Jag. No wonder he's able to bumble into trouble but 'miraculously' escape severe consequences. No wonder he can walk around Rio wearing a monogrmmed pink polo shirt and remain untouched. Jaguar's like Keyser Soze, protected from on high by the Prince of Darkness hinmself.

Satan asked, "So why are you here?"

Jaguar looked sheepish, "Vila Mimosa"

Satan was shocked, "Vila Mimosa? How many books are you writing?"

"Just one, but it will be very well researched", Jaguar beamed.

"Okay, but you know, I don't even go there. You're on your own". Satan clapped his hands.

"Thanks your Excellency"

And with that a portal opened up right between Satan's legs. We entered Vila Mimosa.

I have been in a lot of strange and wonderous places in this world, but nothing like VM. The sights, the sounds, the action, the smells. The whole place was hopping at 4 A.M. No Hollywood spectacle could possibly recreate the experience.

"Don't step in any of the water", Travelsrr advised, "We've been down here at 7 A.M. and they just hose the place down with amonia and it all gathers in these puddles. I avoided the puddles.

It was just a series of 20' by 20' bars with different music blaring out of each bar at 120 decibles, all of it conflicting into a garbled mess. The whole place was only three streets, but what a punch it packed. Each bar had a girl or two sitting inside trying to entice in clientelle. As you might think they were not all that enticing.

Jaguar's tour ensured we saw it all. After all, this is his turf. As we wandered around the place travelsrr said, "I'm surprised all the girls have clothes on, usually some are walking around naked". Only a few of the girls had their tops off. Out of 100 girls probably 6 were doable. Three were actually pretty good looking.

Just as he said that we came to a bar with a girl stark naked on the other side of the counter. I wouldn't kick her out of bed, she was pretty good looking with a nice bod, she was one of the three. A Brazilliero walked up to the door and looked inside. The girl approached him, put her arms around his neck and rubbed her body up against him. He clutched the door frame as she turned and placed her naked booty up agains his crotch. He looked down at the action, breathing heavily. Nice, I thought. He's got good control, if that was me we'd be on our way upstairs now.

That these people lived their lives in this bizarre environment had quite an impact on my middle class brain. I've lived on both sides of the tracks, and I've been in some of the worst neighborhoods America has to offer, and seen my fair share of slums outside the U.S., but this was something that would send most social workers screaming into the night. I've seen poorer, I've seen dirtier, I've seen more violent, but there was something about the action, VM has a certain charm to it.

At another bar there was a good looking girl. I admit I was tempted, but VM is just not my style. Cubbie and I wandered inside for a better look. A plowed old Brazilliero decided we were too much competition for him so he motioned the girl upstairs. She walked up the spiral staircase as we admired her ass from below. I worried he'd fall before he got upstairs. I felt both jealously and pity for the Brazilliero. He was going to do her at a heck of a price, but he'd never remember a thing.

A pair of young couples got out of a taxi and started into one of the streets.

"What a date", I said. "Only in Brazil would you take a girl to VM". I'm not sure if it was to turn on the girl, the guy, or both.

"I took Lucy here for our first Aniversary", Jaguar responded.

You romantic you, Jag.

We sat down at a cafe and on the other side of the street some girls sat out on some balconies. You had to go inside the buildings to get to them and there was no way I was going inside alone. As it was there were a couple of times I was afraid we were going to lose Cubbie.

When we left I was more worried than when we arrived. A controlled area is fine, but we had to go to the borderlands in order to get a taxi. I didn't know if the borderlands were controlled or not, but I was watching my back as we waited until a taxi arrived, dropping somebody else off.

Thanks for a memorable experience, Jag.

A Brazilian guy paying ".. a heck of a price" in VM? Not very likely.... most likely R$26.00 for both the session and room.

Gents,

I wrote many years ago of my first visit to Vila Mimosa. My experience was much different in that I went buck wild and indulged with 4 different garotas that first night. The energy was unbelievable! The girls were hot looking and nasty in in their desires. I was hooked. I would return to Vila Mimosa at least a couple of times on each trip ever since. Even as far as going during the day and still finding great action.

btw- There is a disco ant the end of the Vila Mimosa street (It's a one way) on the farleft corner street. I forget the name of the place but it has freelancers and the girls and room prices are very attractive.

In Medellin Colombia there is Mayorista which I can say is like getting a Vila Mimosa Light. The girls are however not as wild but they tend to have better numbers of good lookers tha Mimosa. Also the rooms are WAYYYY!! better than the regular Mimosa rooms. Mostly because they are actual hotel Rooms with showers. In Vila Mimosa you are lucky to have a bucket of water to clean up afterward in the catacomb of filthy rooms.

Soi 6 in Pattaya is probabaly comparable as well. But of course that depends if you like or prefer The Thai look. One thing I like about Pattaya altogether is the large amount of girls who do not shave their pussy. I really miss that when in Colombia and most of the Brazilians trim and manicure to almost nothing.

btw- I too have seen guys with girlfriends come to Vila Mimosa. Most just to gawk in wonderment and then catch a bite to eat then split. Go figure.


Cheers,


Cubanut


Despite the filth, I still love the scene at Vila Mimosa. There really

Excellent!

You're a better man than I am Cubanut.