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	Archive 01	50		2006/04/02, 07:53 pm

It has only been a couple of weeks that "la duena de corazon mia" (Owner of my heart) told me "I'm going to marry you!"

Last night (TLN) she told me she wants to have a baby. I told her she should name it "Francisca".

When asked who the father would be, she told me that she didn't have a candidate in mind yet, but that she didn't want a boyfriend nor husband, just a baby. She's 23 years old.

(I should point out that I had a vasectomy 30+ years ago and she knows that.)

I reminded her of my fondness for milk, in case she goes through with it.

more to follow.....

Street Girl Hours

It is dificult to date a street girl because they always work during my free hours.

So one SG took me home introduced me to her aunt who babysits for her (and also introduced her darling 7 month-old daughter).

Same problem - when the SG works, her aunt works (sitting the baby).

I gotta' meet me a real girl....

Looking for a hotel "uptown" (higher-numbered streets) due to a recent police problem, I realized that I was on a corner and could see my SG friend's front door.

So I called her on my cellular ( she wqas working) and asked (in case her padrote was home) if I could deliver the double-A batteries and DVDs I had promised her.

She said "OK, you can give them to my cousin. So I approached the front door and knocked. Turns out that today's "cousin" is the previous "aunt".

I was prepared just to hand the items through the security door, but she opened the door and, smiling, invited me in. She seemed really glad to see me (It had been 4 months since I had stood-her-up for a dinner date.

We chatted a while (she was in no hurry) and finally I had to leave.

She asked (pointedly and directly)"When are you coming back ?" I had to say "I don't know."

(Potential girlfriend - who knows ?)

But I WILL visit her again.

She's about 20 years older than her cousin the SG, but still about 20 years younger than me.

And it's really refreshing to have somebody express an interest in me without having money involved.

I spent the night with "la duena de corazon mia" (Owner of my heart). (1,000 pesos all night)

She stayed much later than usual. We went shopping and I got her to her place about 9:00 am.

About one block from her place, she said "Let me out here, I gotta' do some shopping at the corner market. (Translation; My brother [I not supposed to know his is her boyfriend] had arrived a good bit earlier and she didn't want to burden him with explanations...)

Well, I had sworn to myself that I would avoid "la duena de corazon mia" and just try to go out with the SGs cousin.

But the night before I went to Tijuana, "La Duena.." phoned me at home. My heart overruled my head and I blurted out "Yes I am coming to Tijuana to see you !"

I delived the massive stuffed animal and See's candy animal to my other bar girl friend (who is on my reserve list), drooped one pound of See's off at the Control Sanitorio (The govermental hooker health clinic) - after all, they protect me, and some Easter-style See's candy with the one year-old daughter of my SG friend.

At the same time, I asked out the cousin for the following night.

I spent the night with "la duena..". Something has changed. She's getting very amorous lately.

Holding me and squeezing me and kissing me like never before.

We three (I included her little sister) went out to eat at restaurant "La Differencia", then dropped her sister off at the bar and we went to the room.

The next day I met my SG friend and her "sister" (same pimp co-worker) and we went to lunch. I ended up spending two hours (at Us$ 40.00 per) with my SG friend.

She kept trying to hop on my cock without a condom. I wouldn't let her as I am awaiting my test results. It was DAMN difficult !

Later I went to check out the prices on tickets for the Luis Miguel concert. The best tickets are $250 dollars each. I'll pass...

I got talking with the cab driver and he said the best bar to meet factory workers is "Ranch Viejo" in Los Pinos. He took me there so i would know where it is.

So I have a "maybe" dinner dae with the cousin of my SG friend (I also invited her and her padrote, but I don't know if they are coming.)

Later, I plan to check out Bar Rancho Viejo.

This is all part of my effort to get a girlfriend rather than see hookers.

Wish me luck.

Correction: Rancho Viejo is a "salon de baile", not a bar.

As an aside, I might note that are four women with faces that absolutely stun me.

One of them is my SG friend (whom I will now term CSL for "como se llama").

One of them is a cashier at Fry's Electronics on Aero drive in San Diego.

One of them is a "dama de piso" at Bar El Fracaso (Beatriz), who I got to try once during "ley seca" when the bars were closed for $20 dollars. (but the last time I offered her $20 she just laughed.)

It's not that these girls are SO beautiful (although they are), it's that they are "my kind of beautiful". They stun me.

Well, the cousin of my SG friend and I went to dinner. The SG "CSL" stayed home and her padrote was working a double shift in his factory job and couldn't make it.

Get this; I asked why he would work so hard when she pulls down $700 to $800 per week and she said "That's my money. He has to earn his own !"

He "manages" at least one other girl, maybe he was with her "working".

Anyway, I took the cousin to the restaurant and we did NOT hit it off.

Oh Well ! Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
When life hands me lemons, I try to make lemonade.

The 4th beautiful face that stuns me is a cook at the restaurant. The week before I had brought See's candy to the girls at the restaurant, but it was her day off and they didn't save her any.

So I got her to tell me her schedule so I could either only bring candy when she was there or bring a special small box just for her.

So I bought some "Huesos de Capulin", took the cousin home to CSL, and gave CSL about half of the Huesitos. CSL's baby finally smiled at me.

I finally confided to CSL that I see her baby as special because if it weren't for my vasectomy, she could be my kid. (Due to timing and bare back sex.) I left.

Went to the ATM - more money - and began my trek (taxi de ruta) to Salon Rancho Viejo. It was about 8:30 pm.

It was too early (Friday Night). The help are real friendly. I got talking with the owner (Arturo - english fluent) .

It doesn't matter what you want, he can get it for you. (Drugs were NOT discussed.):

A girl for the night, a factory worker girlfriend, etc.

The place is normally full of factory worker chicas.

Normally there is no cover, but when there is a special artists (coming up; Adair Elizalde) it's ten bucks, but the girls get in free.

Supposedly, there are NO TVs nor hookers.

He also told me about a motel down the street.

I went to find it in case I would want to stay there. A youngster (diminutive chica who said she was 25) volunteered to show me where it was.

When we got there, she started getting friendly, so we agreed to $20 bucks. As I had offered to buy her dinner, she said give me some money and I'll go buy beer & tacos and come right back.

Just after she left to get tacos, the motel receptionist said to me "You'll never see her again." She was right.

I hung around about 40 minutes in case she came back, talking to the receptionist. We kind of hit it off.

She cautioned me that she wasn't a hooker and I said I was looking for a hooker. We traded phone numbers.

So it wasn't a total loss.

I returned to centro, called up "la Flaca" ( who the day before received the "Massive Stuffed Animal") and spent the rest of the night with her. ($100 dollars TLN). The only down side was we didn't start until 10:30 pm.

We tumbled out of bed at 7:00 am (early for us), went to breakfast at Super Antojitos for breakfast.

I walked her to the entryway to her apartment (our custom) and said goodbye.

Then I returned to the States.

Gee, I wonder who "la flaca" is.

BTW, in the future, don't give chicas money to go buy you dinner, they won't come back.

Perhaps the runner wanted to teach yuo to be more gallant, to accompany the chica, providing her protection ;)

I had dinner in the Super Antojitos in the NE end of Plaza Rio a couple of nights ago. Nice food, as usual, though I do NOT recommend the "flautas" - what we usu. call "tacitos." I noticed the prices seemed higher than I recalled, and that while the food was the same as I recalled, the menu was new. Sure enough, the cashier confirmed it. What was a bargain, is now somewhat on the high side. A BIG HOWEVER: it is still recommended. An attractive place, with music played in the background. La Perla Negra Restaurant, are you listening? Probably NOT - they have been deafened....All too many Mexican restaurants have far too much racket. What a NOISY nation! Still, there are a fair number of aspects of Mexico that I do enjoy.

I also appreciate the costumes the waitresses wear.

By Senor Pauncho on Monday, September 05, 2005 - 11:55 am (in this same thread, in archive 1):

" 'Dueno de ti,' A recent song by Sergio Vega.
Makes me think of ownership of SGs

They tell us we should not let a chica own us, but I am not so sure. I have THREE duenas now...."

I'd like to suggest that what you meant to say was, "Makes me think of ownership by SGs."

Explorer, you know who la flaca is, I gave you her phone number. Do NOT tell I said how little I paid her !

R.J. , You are correct, "BY SGs".

I took Orejona (La Duena de mi orejon) and her best girlfriend to the movies and out to eat at Restaurant Komasa. They squirreled around like the 15 and 16 year olds that they are (I must stress that I am NOT their client), flirting with the waiters and the taxi drivers.

I told my waiter to "Beware, she is back luck, 13 years old".

We saw ERA DE HEILO 2. I returned them to their jobs at about 11:00 pm

It was a lot of fun. I hardass these girls a lot and they deserve some recompense. They got it last night.

Also Yesterday I ran into to an ex-putnovia and we spent a couple of paid hours together followed by an free hour. She really put herself into it. I followed up by taking her to Gigante and buying her 80 bucks worth of groceries.

We (her and the 4 or 5 kids) have a movie date today.

My non-puta date had to go to Mexicali to pick up her daughter.

I also screwed "CSL" Friday morning and had lunch with her Saturday.

A chica in bar El Fracaso (with fatastic tits) who would never go to the room with me finaly capitulated.

She is 6 months pregnant and her tits are world class. I sucked them a lot.

It cost me 20 for the half-hours, but fell under the influence of Pauncho charm and stayed for more than 2 hours.

I will probaly do ths again, even though I got a lot of strange stares from bar patrons.

I took "LDdmO" (La Duena de mi Orejon) and both of her two roommates to the movies and dinner last night (Friday) for 4 hours (6-10pm).

I again stress that we did not go to the room (Underage hookers).

As it was what I consider the best restaurant in Tijuana, the total bill for the evening was $300 dollars.

The sad thing was - as it was during prime working hours - each of the girls lost more than that in lost wages.

Who says that money is the only thing they are interested in. They are also interested in being spoiled. And the "face" they gain with their amigas because somebody is willing to spend on them without getting laid.

I am in perfect company with them - they act like little kids when we are together. (In the context of "The advantage of having the mind of a child is that the vices are cheap").

The previous week I had asked them if they were muchachas or ninas. They answered "Muchachas".

I reminded them the the 30th was day of the child and ninos received gifts. I again asked them and they chorused "Ninas!".

This week I gave them a Coby brand DVD player. They are a piece of shit but can be coaxed to think they ae "region free" from the remote.

They were on sale at Fry's and I bought 4 of them. One of them is now winging its way (via MexPost Ground) to Valle de Chalco (Estado de Mexico)for some hooker's kid as we speak.

I humped my ex-putanovia for a couple of hours this morning. She is really delivering now.

Her 4 kids will get a DVD player for day of the child as well.

This leaves me with one to give to somebody. If I can't find somebody more deserving, by default it will go to Rubi's kid (who got the wagon a couple of months ago).

I got some very promising service from "Fernanda" of Chiapas (Bar El Fracaso) last night. (Definitely table stock.) Further investigation is warranted.

As her birthday is Sunday, she is getting part of the Pauncho treatment this weekend - a series of gifts: A beautiful small gift box last night containing four chocolates, and on her birthday: An Onza coin, A beautiful larger gift box containing a mock purse that is really a box of See's Chocolates, and cheesecake from The Incredible Cheesecake Company in San Diego (Arguably the best in existence at $39 dollars).

Of course for left-overs I will invite various girls to enjoy a slice.

She won't get the movie and good restaurant treatment because she wants to work on this night.

The pregnant chica didn't show up, but I will look for her tonight if I get a chance.

PAUNCHO BOFFS THE BABYSITTER

As I have been open to a non-hooker girlfriend for some time, the following occured:

Some time ago, I lamented to CSL (Como Se Llama - What's her name) that she didn't love me, but did she have any sisters, cousins, is her mom a single non-smoker ? (and is she single ?)etc.

She (about 20) related that she was the oldest of her siblings and that her mom & dad were still together, etc.

But a month or two later, she mentioned that her live-in babysitter (in her early 40's) was a shirt-tail relative (for you youngsters; barely & undefinaby related) but that she didn't like guys.

When I asked "Is she a lesbian ?", she replied that she didn't think so, but didn't hang around guys. I sent candy and asked for an introduction.

We met (No great shakes, but OK, assuredly a hick from some pueblo). We went out to eat once, but I don't know who had the worst time, her or me.

But once in a while I would pay a visit to CSL's (now 14 month old) daughter, as - but for my vasectomy - she could have been mine.

These visits were timed around her padrotes monthly recruiting trips south, to avoid potential friction, and usually happened during CSL's working hours (She's a paradita). I would often bring toys or clothes for the kid.

The babysitter and I were always polite to each other.

This time it was a bit different. She greeted me with a smile and a hug, saying "Te Quiero mucho."

I didn't pay any attention. As my time in "la zona" has made me proof against that phrase.

Then she kept saying that, kissing me with a good bit of tongue, and pressing her breasts against me. We kissed and hugged for a few minutes.

I still didn't get it, but when she grabbed my package, I began to get a glimmer of an idea.

The kid was right there a couple of feet away, but when she dropped her drawers and spread her legs, I didn't have any choice, kid or no.

We humped for a while and the kid wandered off, fell down and hurt her self. This put an end to sex. I did get my pants back on before the kids mom (and her co-worker) came home.

Due to the kid's boo-boo, mom didn't put 2 and 2 together.

The next day, I asked the mom (CSL) how late she was going to work.

Then I went to her house and we started up again, this time under a blanket. The kid had a jealous fit, and the only way I could keep her from crying was to look at her and whistle Brahms' lullaby. The whole while, the babysitter was saying "Make me pregnant & marry me (She has no kids).

I like to think I am a flexible individual, but damn it !, I can't come looking at a baby while whistling. It was as hot as hell under the blanket and I was sweating profusely.

Finally the phone rang and I gave up.

But it wasn't all bad. I spent 6 bucks on flowers and we are going to meet next Saturday.

Next week I'll bring candy.

The same weekend, I was walking with my ex-putanovia (With whom I had just spent a couple of paid hours) and we were passing restaurant Cemitas China Poblana.

We picked up a couple of cemitas (a type of Torta from the state of Puebla) for her kids.

Skinny Rocio lives a bock from there so I phoned her and asked her if she wanted one. She said she had a girlfriend (but really her live-in boyfriend I think) with her so I bought two.

When she came down to the gate, she was in "house-slouch" clothes which included a braless T-shirt.

This girl is NOT large busted, but her nipples were bobbing around like the noses of a pair of anxious puppies. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them.

Later that night I ran into her in the restaurant next door to the bar, sat next to her and offered to pay for her dinner (I consider this a privilege).

I noticed her long eyelashes (Slightly curled) and commented that I would like to see them in the morning when they are straight sometime.

We both realized that I had seen her that morning. I quipped that I hadn't noticed them that morning, them remembered the "puppies noses".

Of course I had to say "They were bobbing around like the noses of a pair of anxious puppies". She laughed but I don't know if she thought it was funny.

Woot! Pauncho is becoming a MACK! Way to go with the babysitter, SrP, but you do recognize the "get me a baby and get me away" line, right?

Don't say a word about the vasectomy, dude. Just keep trying.

Go you.

Dem Gnomes

Actually, I very carefully explained (more than once) what a vasectomy was, that I could NOT have kids, and that I was disinclined to marry but it went right past her.

She's from a small pueblo and I guess is naive or something.

I'll be honest with her and she will probably dump me in a while, and that would be OK if I get lots of tail first - and I am.

I did tell her if she keeps up the good work, I'll stick around and I won't cheat on her. And I'll try real hard to honor this agreement.

What did you ex-novia think of your inviting another chica for lunch?

She didn't say anything, we parted just before the turnoff to Skinny Rocio's place.

I haven't talked to the ex since I started up with the babysitter (Who needs a whore when there is free sex ?).

But yesterday and this morning she kept calling me.

Regarding the babysitter - part of the problem is that her Spanish isn't all that good - She's from a small Pueblo in Guerrero.

The Babysitter (My new novia) and I spent an hour or two humping about 11pm (When the kid's mom came home, we went to my hotel). It was the first time we were alone. It went well.

The next day, I had lunch (as I often do) with the kid's mom. She asked me where we went. I told her if she asked me no questions I would tell her no lies. She just smiled.....

Her Spanish isn't that good, what the heck does she speak, Tarasqueño?

"Her Spanish isn't that good, what the heck does she speak, Tarasqueño"

Good question but it wouldn't be purepecha because that's spoken in Michoacan.

Tlapaneco.

I am not sure whether it is SIL "TCF", "TPL",
or what.

(I guess if you don't know what SIL is,
this info doesn't mean much)

REDEFINING FRIENDSHIP

And what is friendship ? That something that is less than the love between man and woman, something less than the love of family, yet at times a glue so powerful that in some ways it shapes our roles in society.

Sometimes individuals give their lives for their fellow man. During wartime, patriotism is one proud example.

But a definition that I have always enjoyed - but never experienced - is one that perhaps we all have heard. And rather suited for Tijuama's zone of tolerance (Our Playground);

"A true friend is one that will go to Tijuana, get two blow jobs, and bring you back one."

But I had an experience this weekend that I think takes the cake:

(Background Begins);

I spent some time without sex waiting for incubation of a social disease, undergoing tests (all negative - good results), and then deciding NOT to have condom-less sex with the girl I had loved for 3 years and had waited for this opportuninty - she was finally ready.

But upon deep thought, I realized that although she loved me a little, I had always loved her a lot and it would cost me emotionally - and she still wouldn't love me a lot.

So I told her a "real" relation between us would not work due to my jealousy about her job (Fichera - bar hooker). This was partial truth. The main reason was that I don't believe she loves me, and I didn't want to bite the hook yet again. In times past I have cried many tears over her.

Soooo, I encountered a beloved provider who took me to the room a few times and proceeded to screw my brains out - without a condom.

A few weeks later, I ran into an ex-putnovia, a beloved paradita (SG) with whom I have lived on weekends for 2 separate intervals. We had always ended up breaking up over something.

Due to her advancing age (35) and the gasoline-price fueled shortage of dollars, she hasn't done to well. So she decided to pour on the coal services wise. (We had always made love w/o a condom.)

It was good, it was hot, we did things that previously we had not...

When this began, I ceased doing the first girl and told her it was for own safety.

But being a normal sex crazed man, I opportunistically did three others.

Then I started up with a non-sex-worker cousin of the first girl, leaving the others behind.
Wow, Pauncho's got a girlfriend !!!

Then - oops - I started having STD symptoms.

I flew to Kaiser, who tested me (No results yet) and treated me for the "clap" and for Clamidia. I asked about recommended dosages for my girlfriend.

The doctor provided the information and I bought the medicines:

. 1 Gram of Zitromax for clamidia - One dose one time only

. 500 mg of Cipro or 400 mg of cephflaxin - one dose one time only

I visited the new non-sex worker girlfriend but just couldn't tell her

It should be noted that my girlfriend doesn't know that the first girl (her cousin) is a hooker. The official story is that she sells artesania (arts & crafts) near the border.

(End of background)

So I cooked up a semi-plausible story and begged her cousin to feed it to her:

Due to the global concerns about bird flu, Tijuana Health Authorities have cautioned the vendors of artesania (some of which have feathers) to take the above mentioned prophylatic dose of antibiotics to guard against posible illness, and that their co-resident family members should do the same.

The cousin agreed to do so, and my girlfriend swallowed it hook, line & sinker (and pills).

I told her she could ask me for anything, but that doesn't mean much, as she always could.
She asked me for lunch money (as I was about to leave). As we eat together frequently, I guess nothing much has changed.

Although I have always treasured her friendship, I now count the cousin AS A "REAL FRIEND", even though there was no blowjob involved. I believe I have thusly re-defined friendship.

I was totally bored with the girlfriend and broke up with her the night before last.

Her cousin told me she cried all night long.

It is kind of sad, but now she is suffering instead of me.

Good for you!

All right! Sr. P is starting to mack! (And about time, too.)

Them boots was made for walkin', Sr. P. Get to it.

Dem Enthusiastic Gnomes

Lately I have been going out with chicas (SGs) socially a bit.

Things haven't changed that much - they still take advantage of me at every turn. They like high rent district entertainment - and they still charge me for sex (if we do it) - but here is what's going down.

Three young SGs (One definitely underage) We do NOT go to the room, but we have gone to the movies, good restaurants, the circus. (Their soldier boyfriends were out of town and they wanted to spend my money.)

One (22 year-old) SG & her (non-sex worker) sister and their kids: The beach and the circus (and a request to return to the beach). The SG does charge me for sex. I adore the kids. They call me Tio Pauncho.

A 24 year-old SG and her rescued kitten (a 20 year-old) who was tricked into being a SG by a padrote who beat her a good bit. The SG rescued her & let her live with her. She now works as a 600 peso (60 Dollar)/week store clerk - We have gone to the movies twice and out to a posh restaurant. Although I've done the SG 2 or 3 times in 2 years, it's been a while. I think she's trying to connect me and her friend (An economically distressed young lady and a sugar daddy ?)

My opinion; Putas make interesting friends. And I believe that when they view you as "buena gente" your social avenues open up.

Update:

The rescued kitten went back to her padrote.
Her paradita amiga is now putting the hard press on me to go to the room with her.

The "3" are now 4 - a little sister joined the clan.

I have encountered a new "opportunity".

A couple of monthe ago I met some "fresh meat" in bar El Fracaso".

She was brand new - I was her very first customer.

When we got to the room, she starting shaking so bad it was almost convulsions.

I did't have the heart to do her and turned her loose - she went straight home.

I ran into her a couple of weeks later and we went to the room at Hotel Eduardo.

The poor baby, she's dimensionally challenged - in reverse. Her pussy is so tight that after working a day (she doesn't get much business), she has to take a couple of days off to rest her snatch.

Even after a couple of months, she is like a "deer in the headlights".

Well, she has got a hold of me in a big way, talking like she wants to be my girlfriend and leave the trade immediately.

She & I and her 8 year-old daughter went out for tacos last night, and have a movie date today.

It's clear that her daughter is the boss - she caters to her that much.

Of course I think I'm in like Flynn with the kid, I sent her the standard 13 CD "cuentos infantiles" collection (10 hours of narrated children's stories) and the Barbie DVD that she has been whining to her mom for. Of course there are 9 Barbie DVDs in total.

And I love spoiling kids, so it's OK.

No telling where this is going, but at a minimum, mom is great in bed.

"No telling where this is going"

Actually I think you're the only person who doesn't know where it's going. :} The real question is how long it's going to take to get there.

Smart ass !!

(Accurate smart ass, but still a smart ass.)

She no longer works as a hooker - that I know of

But, I am giving less money as an allowance than I would pay her for the many hours we spend together - I am getting my money's worth.

I can always dump her and be money ahead if need be.

Besides, I have bigger problems - Seems my ex-novia (non-puta) is pregnant. I guess I am going to have to have a post-vasectomy check - It's been 35 years.

Well, we are still a going concern. She wants to spend every possible night with me - It's not like I'm going to give her more money.

My biggest problem is that I just can't keep my pecker in my pants - I keep humping other chicas.

Regarding my vasectomy check above, I have an appointment in a few days. If it turns out to be possible, I'll pay her costs and immediately move to Mexico - to be out of the range of Calfornia courts.

I'll help her pay for the kid but not participate in California-sized extortion.

I might even go back with the ex and help her raise it...

Well, things tapered off.

I wanted to spend both Friday & Saturday nights with her and she said "How 'bout just Saturday ?".

So I showed up Friday, humped a paradita (500 pesos for one hour that stretched to 5 hours without additional pay).

Spent Saturday night with the novia (but declined to have sex with her).

Gave her notice (Bye, Babe...) Sunday morning and a week's severance pay. Wednesday she flew back to Tlaxcala, leaving me her phone number.

The paradita is now insisting on a condom so she's history.

I'm back to doing the old standards.

We got almost 3 months out of this one without tears on my part.

Called the new ex-novia and we talked. She ended the conversation with "have fun !"

And I will.

New Year's eve I didn't have anything to do because the girl I had plans with robbed me and I cancelled our plans.

I was walking down the street and saw two SGs I know walking arm-in-arm (I thought they were going home).

I Said "Take me home and love me, the both of you." They laughed and said "Come on".

But they weren't going home, they were going to city hall for the festivities that happen every New Year's there. No admission charge !

I rode the "Tilt-a-Whirl" and learned the hard way that I am 100 lbs fatter & 35 years older now. (One of the girls didn't bear up well on the ride either.)

I now term that ride the "Barf-o-matic", although I managed to keep it down.

The featured artist was Julio Preciado.

Also fireworks and a short speech by the mayor.

All in all, a very plesant evening.

Every New Year's eve!

Things must be rough in Tijuana,
I ran into (Un-named) who isn't that cute and is chunky, but big-titted and really friendly.

She just came back from 3 months in the south.

I bought her dinner at Tacqueria La Gloria.

We went to the room for 100 pesos for 15 minutes (I had tit sucking in mind as I thought I was all fucked out).

It was closer to a half hour. After a while I pulled off the condom and did her bareback. She made no comment.

Afterwards I didn't even tip.

hmmm...imo, not necessarily....

you bought her dinner, so it could have been like a date thin, plus she's overweight...a little different imo. If it someone you just met who is pretty well sought after, then....

(always good to hear from someone who has been around, Socrates.)

Actually, she is just chunky.
But wow!, what tits!

Brothers, this is a "no-shit" story that happened to an (absolutely reliable source) acquaintance of mine.
I'll share with you verbatim his account;

(BEGIN VERBATIM ACCOUNT)

"I have often copied CDs and bilingual DVDs to give to the chicas, and over time their requests burgeoned greatly.
My motivation was to buy favor with the chicas hoping they might treat me better in the room.

One day (1 or 2 months ago) I had about ( number deleted ) CDs and DVDs to distribute.
I had just dropped off about 30 with Silvia and returned to the intersection of Constitucion and Calle Coahuila.
I headed south on the west side of the street around 11:00 AM on a Friday.

I stopped in front of Bar Gloria and gave 2 or 3 DVDs or CDs each to 2 paraditas (Street Girls)
that I knew well. (#1 is a girl I went to the room with one time about a year and a half ago.
#2 is another girl I went to the room with once - about 2 hours prior.)

As I was talking with the girls (just after handing them the CDs & DVDs),
an officer tapped me on the shoulder and said for all 3 of us to accompany him to
the caseta policia surcursal Zona Norte.

(unbeknownst to me, he was one of a large number of new officers in Zona Norte -
including a couple levels of supervision - that had showed up a day or 2 before.
He didn't know me nor had he ever received free CDs nor DVDs nor candy from me.)

Well, he and his supervisor took us in a patrol car to the station on 5 de Mayo street.
While we waited there, they brought in another guy (Mexican) who had been selling
DVDs (including ponography) at a sobre rueda (transient swap meet). he had 125 DVDs.

The supervisor made us wait a while and then offered to charge me with a reduced offense
(Lesser than piracy) for a measly 1,500 pesos (135.00 Dollars).

I declined, saying it was a lot, and I'd like to see the judge.
The police supervisor spoke with the judge and then ushered me in.

(The man I refer to as the judge was the man seated in an office labeled "Juez Municipal",
and was neither in uniform nor judicial robes, but casual clothes.
In my mind, he bore a resemblance to "Frank" in the movie version of MASH.
He spoke english pretty well. )

The judge was clearly pissed, and said "Piracy is a federal offense,
I'm going to call the feds and if they want you they can have you."
I was ushered out of his office to wait yet again.

In time we were taken back to surcursal Zona Norte and waited again.
A (unknown to me but he was from the newspaper "La Segunda") man took a picture
of me and the "Evidence".

The supervisor offered to let the girls go for 600 pesos each and they paid up and left.
I was taken (by the arresting officer) to the lockup on Via Rapida, and saw a doctor who asked
about meds and bruises..

As we left this location, the arresting officer scared me badly by saying "I'm sorry, this wasn't
my intention. You probably want to hide your money real good."

I was then taken about (4:20 PM) to the Zona Rio office of the PGR (Procurduria General de la
Republica), a federal office housing the AFI (Agencia Federal de Investigacion –
Mexican FBI) And the short term federal lock-up (Tank & cells).

The "Tank" was an 8' x 12' area with glass walls to chest height,
located at the intersection of two central corridors within the building.
Constantly walking by were all manner of Mexico's finest,
which included more than a few shapely young lasses.
There was also a cute lady lawyer upstairs.

Across the hall (with many large windows) was the crime lab
where a nice looking lady chemist checked out drugs and stuff.

The "Tank" sported a water cooler (with no cups). We were supplied with 3 square meals of
acceptable quality per day.
The area sported a large sign with several notifications,
including "If you don't see a Judge/Magistrate within 48 hours
(and you are not a part of organized crime), you're outta' here" –
and a phone number to report abuse.)
(They had taken our cell phones for security reasons - They were returned upon release.)

A while later a doctor examined me for bruises and scars. I was finger printed.

My "tank-mates" were the guy with the porno DVDs and his female co-worker.
It was her second offense. Later on they brought in a 17 year-old kid on a drug charge.

About 10:00 or 11:00 pm, we were taken upstairs to the holding cells.
Steel frame beds with Plywood matresses. Hard as a rock. Cold as hell.
I woke up shivering several times that night.

In the morning, they took us back downstairs to the "Tank".
Bathroom breaks were on request.
I was escorted to a clean (by Mexican standards) restroom for this purpose.

Later on, I was escorted upstairs.
The jail-visiting folks from the U.S. Consulate interviewed me.

The context of our conversation was that they had never seen
anyone there for such a small quantity of DVDs
And they weren't sure why I was there.
But that the legal sentence was 3 to 10 years in the La Mesa prison and
I should call a lawyer.

They provided phone numbers and lent me their cell phone for a few minutes.
(The lawyer never responded.)

Later on, I was lent my own cell phone and I called the #1 girl
and said "Please bring me blankets",and called my hotel,
asking them to stash my stuff for a while.

Throughout this process - when asked - I maintained that my daughter lived in Boston
(too far away to help) and my son was without resources,
I didn't have their phone numbers, and I didn't have anybody else to help me.
This was nearly true. I had forgotten that I put their numbers in my wallet.

I also complained about being without my meds (Diabetic) even though
I was in no danger without them.
I had also been taking strong antibiotics for a chest wound that was pretty ugly.

Later in the day they brought in a guy who had 25 bolas (crack ?) when arrested.
As things were so lax, he condered escape, but as he reached for the latch,
a guy across the hall in Tactical Analysis got on his case.

The girls showed up with blankets, apples, and toilet paper, #1 was crying so hard that
the tears were running down her cheeks to the floor. This really touched me,
as we had gone to room only once, although we lunched together frequently

Somewhere in all of this I was interviewed several times and a statement was taken.
I think the officers really enjoyed my story, otherwise why would Tactical Analysis
have interviewed me. He was cracking jokes during the process.

I have a feeling that my motives were considered very Mexican in their essence.

I got called upstairs again, and my Gringo friend was there.

(Seems he went randomly to my hotel looking for me and they told him I was arrested.
He went walking around (scouting out "services") and by lucky chance, ran into girl #1
and remembered that I knew her. She told the story to him. He hot-footed it over to the PGR.)

Here's where the "A friend in need is a friend indeed" part comes in.
He had talked to the PGR lawyer and was told that the "fine" would be between
5,000 pesos and 10,000 pesos, but that it couldn't be paid until the next day.

We discussed how he could get to my funds in the states and he said he would
rather lend it to me if another manner would not work. We settled on my giving him
my charge cards and my PINs and he would take out about 6,000 pesos between
the two and bring it to me the next day. I still had 4,000 pesos in my pockets.

I went to sleep in the "Tank" on the floor with my blankets, and they left me there
all night - I guess I was a low risk prisoner.

I even went to the restrooms without an escort as there was no one to ask permission.

The next day wore on and around 1:00 OR 2:00 pm I was called upstairs again.
My friend had bargained the "fine" down to 5,000 pesos from 8,000 pesos,
laughingly saying they would go broke feeding me. (I am FAT.)
This was Sunday and almost no one was around. A couple of people left.

There was just us and the PGR lawyer. No witnesses. I signed out in their log,
my friend handed me the 6,000 pesos and I passed 5,000 to the lawyer.

By this point I rather imagined that if I had waited a few hours,
they would have had to release me, but even the remote prospect of 3 to 10 years
in La Mesa Prison gave me pause.

I paid up. As we left, a secretary returned and gave me a smirk that I interpreted as "Sucker".
But then again, the whole time everyone was smiling at me due to the content of my story.

As we left, I commented that I really appreciated the level of courtesy that all staff had given.
(Total verbal courtesy, no money was taken, I wasn't searched, I was fed.)

The lawyer told me come back soon. I said "No way !" and he said "Just for a visit."

I ask the opinion of the experienced reader:

Because there was no receipt and I never saw a judge,
is it likely that charges had been dropped and I was duped ?

Was I ever in any danger of actually going to prison ?
Do any of you have experience in these matters and would like to comment ?

I think so, but I'm not too worried about it.
I usually spend more than that on a weekend anyway.

I feel that I was considered naive, but a nice guy.
In Mexico being buena gente goes quite a ways.

I now have the PGR lawyer's phone numbers (office and personal cellular).

Less than a week later I took them a $39.00 Cheesecake, chatted a while and left.

I imagine that the local cops spending hours on me without receiving graft
might cause them to pause in the future. They could spend their time on some other gringo.

It if works out that way, the difference between 1,500 and 5,000 pesos
might have been a good investment.

It made the papers and channel 12.
They claimed I was charged with distributing pornography - Not true !

Afterwards, a different paradita was mad at me for not telling the girls
to spread the word that I was in jail - seems they wanted to stage a protest
outside the jail saying I had never had porno, just lots of DVDs.
(This would NOT have helped my case !)

Another Paradita told me that one officer expressed anger at my arrest,
as he knew I never sold them.

Days later, the original arresting officer apologized again.
I told him I had no bones to pick with him.
I didn't mention what I thought about the supervisor and the judge.

Weeks later, the police supervisor cornered me and asked what happened.
He said “I bet they let you go free because of the small amount on discs…”

I don’t think he believed me when I told him the truth

My errors were clear :

1. I didn't hide what I was doing - the DVDs were in plain sight.
(Note that I no longer provide ANY copied CDs nor DVDs to the girls nor the police.
I have a few purchased items (99 cents only) that I give, but do NOT sell.)

2. My awareness is low - I should have noted the many new officers on the street.

3. I refused to pay the initial "fine". That might be a good tactic only if you are innocent.

I am not the only victim of police corruption. There is cop-on Cop crime too.

A few days ago I left a canister of "Atomic Fire Balls" (200 each hot candies)
at the Zona Norte station.

I asked a night shift guy if any were left when he got there and he said (a bit angrily)
because it was in a container, another officer probably took the whole shebang.

I told him he should call the cops - he didn't laugh. I promised to spill them out next time.

I guess I'm getting paranoid.
Last week a couple of cops gave me that look and I said to myself, "Oh shit !".
But they just wanted some of the southern puta chow (Huesitos de Capulin) that
I had in my little black bag. Seems that they were from Puebla where the huesitos are eaten.l.

(END OF VERBATIM ACCOUNT)

Pauncho's comment; Any comments as to my friend's question may be sent to me and I will forward.

He would really like feedback from someone in the know.

The rule is: if you are guilty, pay the fine/bribe.

I'm not sure he was guilty as he was not selling. You may have seen a judge, as my experience was similar that he was in pretty much regular clothes....judge Jimenez...spoke with really weird voice inflections and in good English. I was in a facility in Zona Rio where they didn't feed you...so I guess in that respect you were lucky.

Glad you got out ok.

Thanks for posting details of an interesting story. But yeah, pretty fundamental that he should have paid the original "fine". Whether or not simple possession and gratis distribution of pirated CDs/DVDs is actually a crime, I would certainly assume it is and be thrilled to avoid the bulk of this adventure for the original modest payment that was demanded. Unlike the patently fake charges that you hear from street cops, you have to assume that possession of contraband will get you a ride through the system if you don't pay.

What is funny is that illegals boldly sell bootlegs in the US of movies still in theatres for $5 in plain sight and the cops don't do anything.

pancho, thanks for that story. i'm one that hates crooked cops and payoffs...and in the past, have always tried to call their bluff rather than pay up when asked. in your case, i'd typically try to call their bluff, but after reading this, no way i'm giving out copy cds, etc.

btw, in the u.s., cops do perform raids all the time of pirated dvd, cds, and imitation bags/clothes.

The cops here need to know as to what each other is doing if they to get money out of a trump up charge.

It has been a few years since I went to the Fair in August and September, held at Parque Morelos, Tijuana. The last time, there were several vendors in booths, and the only thing they sold was bootleg CDs.

Socrates,

A safer variant is to deliver them to their house.

Or make them come to your room.

Tijuana is a shit-hole ? (or maybe NOT !)

Many of you – as have I – have noticed that Tijuana’s sidewalks are replete with navigation hazards: Low overhangs to bump your head, missing meterbox lids to break your legs, protruding bolts from prior mountings of something to trip over, etc.

Thursday, April 19th, just before midnight, I woke up horny and walked down towards Adelita’s looking for relief. I guess I was still sleepy because I didn’t see it – a small 1&1/2 x 2 inch metal plate – the remains of where something had been mounted to the sidewalk.

As a residual effect of childhood polio I don’t pick-up my feet when I’m walking unless I use conscious effort, so I tripped and landed hard – on the left side of my ribs and stomach, followed by a forceful whack of my left temple against the sidewalk. I was stunned for a moment. Then pull my hand to my head – LOTS of blood !

Someone helped me up and another stranger pressed a bag of ice into my hand. (The good Samaritan idea still exists in Mexico !)

I staggered towards my hotel room on 1st Ave. As I passed Hotel Hacienda Tijuana (50 feet north of the intersection of Calle Coahuila and Constitución – east side), the girls (we all know each other) dragged me into the foyer, sat me down and proceeded to clean my wound and mop up the blood.

A police officer passed, noted my condition, and inquired “Who beat you up ?”. I explained the events. He said my skin was split “very open” and called an ambulance. I resisted the idea, but he insisted. He escorted me to the Zona Norte surcursal (branch office) of the caseta policia, and sat me down.

As I had a low priority case, it took an hour for the ambulance to arrive. When it did, they carted me off to the public hospital on Via rapida. It took a while, about an hour between waiting and treatment. The Nice looking lady doctor put in 4 stitches, gave me a prescription for antibiotics and pain pills, recommended a tetanus shot and turned me loose.

As I was an alien without Mexican insurance, I had to pay the normal, full price – 200 pesos (about $19.00 Dollars). The ambulance ride was FREE.

Contrast this to (with Kaiser Insurance) $75.00 dollars emergency room (FEHB Plan), and in some parts of San Diego county, an ambulance ride can cost more than a thousand dollars.

Maybe Tijuana (and Mexico) ain’t such a bad place after all.

Postscript; The next day my ribs and stomach were killing me and I went to Kaiser - $35.00 for an exam, drugs, and tetanus shot. (But of course I pay monthly for the privilege.)

Yeah, TJ although slowly improving, is an example of what you get in a non-litigious society!!!

I also had a nasty spill a couple of months ago due to one of those sidewalk "navigation hazards" that you describe, but I came out of it better than you did reducing the impact of my fall with an outstreatched hand. I did think I had broken my wrist however. I went over to Tropical and sat there for a couple of hours applying ice wrapped in napkins to my wrist and I realized I was OK even if the hand was swollen and black and blue.

Glad you're OK and nice to hear you found good help all the way through it.

Another “Real-Life” adventure told to me by my (absolutely reliable source) friend in his own words.

Beginning of Story:

“Friday Morning at 8:00 AM, I invited a SG friend to the clinic. (She hadn’t worked for a month and her health card had expired.)

As we approached the entrance, the cops pulled us over. My SG friend – although 20 years old – was young enough in appearance that the cops thought she was a minor.

(Unbeknownst to me, a clinic employee witnessed the arrest from a third-floor window.)

They asked what we were doing, we told them, and they arrested us both. Seems that paying her health card constitutes “aiding & abetting prostitution” and is a crime.

They put us both in the back of the truck. They drove around – and around – and around….

Finally, they pulled into a faintly illuminated alley and stopped. They started talking about a fine and stuff.

I told them I would rather see the judge. We drove around a lot more and finally went to “La Ocho” (the police facility on eighth avenue).

The judge said that what I did was illegal, and that is was much more serious than mere DVD piracy (from my prior brush with the police). (It is significant to note that the judge didn’t say much to me, he had the cop do his talking. This – I believe – was to put him in a better position so I couldn’t claim he said or asked something he shouldn’t – like money.)

They said they would contact the U.S. authorities and that if I had a prostitution-related record in the states, they were going to send me to the PGR (federal facility).

We were returned to the confines of the truck.

They checked and said that I had an outstanding unpaid fine (not that I know of) in the states (but no record) and that at a minimum they would release me to the U.S. authorities for subsequent arrest. They released the SG.

Then, because of the prior DVD piracy charge, they decided to go to my hotel room and check for DVDs, etcetera.
(They were kind enough to allow me to use the restroom in my hotel room while the 4 or 5 cops searched for whatever contraband they could find.) They found nothing of interest.

I returned to “La Ocho” in the back of the truck to wait some more. The police kept returning to ask me a question or two or to say how serious it was and that I was going to spend some time in the municipal jail and that I would be incarcerated with violent and drug-addicted types for a few days.

They said that the fine would be 5,000 pesos ($460 dollars). I told them that it sounded like a lot of money and that I only had a bit more than 2,000 pesos on me, but that we could walk down to the ATM and I would pull out the rest. They countered that it couldn’t be that way due to “the public would see it in an inappropriate light”, but that they would take my credit card to the ATM machine and bring back my receipt. I said “It can’t be that way.”

At this point they finally noticed the Syndicatura Municipal (anti-corruption agency) business card that I carry in my wallet. (I had originally presented it under my driver’s license but they had just let it fall to the ground. I had picked it up and returned it to my wallet.)

The cop asked if the name on the business card was of a friend of mine and I replied “No, it was because on a prior occasion that the police had robbed me and that I had filed a complaint.” (Pauncho’s Language Note: in Spanish they don’t say “tarjeta de negocio”, but instead “Tarjeta de presentación”)

His manner changed very abruptly. He said they would settle for the 2,000 pesos I had. I gave him the money (while I memorized his face in case he would later say that I hadn’t paid the fine) and he went to see the judge.

He returned and gave me my money and ordered me to put it in my wallet !

He said that they were worried that I would file a complaint. I told him that I wouldn’t – that I had only done so because the police had taken money out of my wallet – what we were talking about was a fine. He told me to wait.

He returned and told me that the fine would be a lot less than $200.

I was ushered in the judge’s tiny office. They were five (5) other people there. All five of them were from the Syndicatura Municipal (One lady spoke excellent English). The big boss of the Syndicatura Municipal introduced himself (Damn my lousy hearing – I didn’t catch his name !) and then the questioning began:

. “Has this judge or any of the police asked you for money ?”

I sensed that this was a real opportunity to put the judge and police in real hot water (and put me on their big-time shit list for life), so I answered accordingly. The judge was totally poker-faced throughout this process.

The Syndicatura Municipal personnel assured me that I wouldn’t go to jail if I paid the fine, which would be easily be less that $200 dollars, and were very explicit that I would receive an official receipt. I thanked them and they were on their way.

The police had taken a turn towards “Totally Friendly” and took me to the municipal jail where I was to pay my fine.

When I pulled out my wallet, the jail personnel told me that they were not sure, that I might have to spend time incarcerated, and they would check. I told them that the Syndicatura Municipal folks had assured me that a fine was indicated without jail time.

The jail personnel paused, went to check, and returned saying that the fine was 30 days worth of the legal salary minimum – 1,517.15 pesos ($151 Dollars). I mentioned that I was going to pay in a mixture of dollars and pesos and he said “$160 dollars” (God, the corruption doesn’t stop !). I pulled out $101 dollars and 500 pesos and gave it to him – he accepted it, left and returned with a receipt.

The cops were going to wait for me, but when I left the building, they were gone.

I returned to “La Ocho” to see the judge and recover my identification (and the Syndicatura Municipal business card). The judge was VERY friendly, invited in to his office (None of the “Stand in back of the red line” stuff like earlier in the day), said “Sit down”.

He mentioned that a small group of girls (SGs) had come to his office protesting my arrest.

He said that the cops had my ID and were out of the office.

I told him I would return later to collect my ID, but when I did – the office was closed.

I went to the Syndicatura Municipal office at the Palacio Municipal and asked for and received another business card.

My take on all of this is;
.
. 1. The judge presumed I was trying to set him up and brought in
. the Syndicatura Municipal folks to cover his behind.
. (Pauncho Note; but this was wrong – see postscript)
.
. 2. The Syndicatura Municipal folks truly wanted to assure that the
. the judge and police had not acted inappropriately.

What I didn’t know what that the doctor’s at the clinic had made a bunch of phone calls – some of them to the Syndicatura Municipal. I don’t know if that affected what happened.

During all of this, I received several phone calls that I didn’t answer because I didn’t hear my Mexican cell phone. Later, when I received text messages from my service about the calls, I didn’t recognize the phone numbers. As I had only a few pesos credit, I didn’t return them, but deleted them instead. Later I found out that they were from the doctors at the clinic, trying to find out where the police had taken me.”

I note that - As I never received a receipt for my fine in a prior PGR (federal) episode, I now am SURE where the money went – to the office’s entertainment fund.

I now find myself seriously questioning my decision to retire soon in Mexico, due to the corrupt constabulary.

I now, once again, view EVERYBODY in Mexico as totally corrupt.

I think I want to visit the Philippines.

End-of Story

Pauncho Notes:

Several things materially affected the outcome of this tale.

. 1. My friend had a passport in his room and was therefore able
. to cross the border without his normal ID. (Get one !)
.
. 2. Having the Syndicatura Municipal business card in his wallet
. didn’t hurt a bit (but next time he should put it over -
. rather than under - his ID when presenting it.
.
. 3. Lack of credit on his cell phone.
. (If you have a pre-paid cell phone, make damn sure that
. it has more than a little credit in case of need.)
.
. 4. Intervention of his friends (never hurts !)
. (and have their phone numbers handy !)
.
. 5. He accompanied a female that APPEARED underage.
. (The Tijuana cops are looking for excuses to pull you over.)
.
. 6. The hour of his encounter. The cops were from centro,
. but were hunting victims in Zona Norte during the morning hours.
. A friend told me that this happens on a daily basis at that time.
.
.
Pauncho Postscript:
1. He got his ID back Sunday afternoon.
2. The presence of the Syndicatura Municipal folks was due
. solely to the phone calls made by clinic personnel.

I now find myself seriously questioning my decision to retire soon in Mexico, due to the corrupt constabulary.

Listen, if you plan on retiring in a border town, and if you plan on spending all your time hanging out with street hookers, then YES, you may run into a few law enforcement people that may see you as an easy mark for a shakedown. The rest of Mexico isn't the same as border towns, and if you're not doing shady things, it's amazing how little interest the police have in you. Might wanna think about that for awhile.

And as far as going to the Philippines, by all means DO IT -- your days of paying 50 USD for an hour of tit sucking and cuddling will be over. But please don't do so because you think it's any LESS CORRUPT!

(Message edited by porker on April 29, 2007)

I'd think twice about going to the Philippines to avoid corruption:
http://www.coconutstudio.com/fishing%20expedition.htm
However, I must add, that my personal impression of Pulis in Philippines was that overall they are gentle souls compared to the mofos patrolling Mexico. I have to disagree with Porker about Mexican police beyond border towns. I was robbed by pinche policia in Guadalajara, and I've heard nightmare stories about Policia Estatal de Jalisco. I saw them rob a homeless (or really poor?) man once. They simply stopped him, took some peso coins and pushed him away.

A good indication of just how much the police are hated by the Mexicans is a female friend, who decided (with a bunch of other American friends) to pose for pictures with the policia who were also sitting in the front row of a stadium during a soccer game. Suddenly, they saw they entire stadium jeer and boo them for doing this.

I don't buy that paying her health card is a crime. I am not saying that the officer didn't try to persuade your friend that it was, but it just doesn't ring true.

Ditto what Porker said. I also live in Mexico and life away from the border takes on a whole new light. Anyone who plans on retiring in a border town needs to revisit their plans QUICKLY.

Where I live, I HAVE been pulled over by the police. I have NEVER been asked for a bribe and have not received a ticket. Even the one time I truly deserved getting a ticket - over 120 KPH in a 60 zone. I have been treated, as Porker mentioned, as a virtual non-entity when it comes to the police. And I can not be mistaken for a Mexican.

There's corruption everywhere, but I believe that the Mexican border with the U.S. has to be the epicenter of corruption in the western hemisphere.

Just my take,

EA

The judge told him it was a crime, and the sindacatura municipal (anti-corruption agency) did NOT say different.

Yesterday I spoke with an officer, asking questions:

Q: Exactly what are the limits to the "Zona de tolerencia ?

A: 1st thru "Baja California and Revolucion thru Avenida Ninos Heroes.

I gather that being with a prostitute (Tranlate: ANY woman younger than you) outside the zone is asking for it.

My friend said that the way the judge told it, you can't even associate with a known prostitute outside of the zone for social reasons.

This seems way out as my friend has taken girls to the movies, gone shopping with them and their kids, babysat on girl's afternoon out, etc.

The upshot is; You are a foreigner with money and a target. They will ask you questions until you say something that they can remotely construe as grounds and then they have you.

Guadalajara: Once I was in downtown when a car stopped abruptly at a fresh red light.

A second car struck him from behind, folled by a police vehicle that struck the second car.

The first car saw the cops and skedadled. The police approached the second car with clubs drawn.

I turned and walked away.

Philippines: I rather expect that they are corrupt as well.

I had a cop tell me the same thing...I was with my girl in like 2002 or 2003 and she didn't have her health card....he advised me that being with a prostitute without her health card is a crime...I said I was short on time, so let's go see the judge NOW, and he let me go.

My lawyer, has assured me that you can conduct business with a prostitute anywhere in Tijuana.

BTW, the municipal police have no authority to check health cards...id's yes to see if she is of age, but health cards no.

Sampson,

I am sure you are correct - technically.

But defacto, they can do anything they want - unless you have friends with pull.

Language note: in spansih they say "Palancas" (levers).

It makes little sense to spend 33 days in mexican jails and prison and require over $8,000 to get bailed out of jail by friends and acquaintences (which I was one of) while maintaining that you are technically OK and legal.

I actually said that you can conduct business with a prostitute anywhere in Tijuana and that the Municipal police cannot require to see a health card...

as far as my business, it will be liscensed in a few months.

Actually your post reads that YOUR LAWYER assured you that business can be conducted with a prostitute anywhere in Tijuana.

I believe that this is the same lawyer that could not even get fresh clothes delivered to you in prison for numerous weeks after assuring others that he had.

Now sampson, your TJ lawyer might be able to get great things accomplished for you. He might get your business licensed in a few months. He might get your current charges resolved in a manner very favorable to you and the people that posted your bail.

But so far he has not appeared to have delivered, if fact there's other instances where he made assurances and promises that went unfulfilled.

My suggestion to you is to consider refraining from quoting your lawyer until AFTER he has proven himself capable and successful in the matters he is currently working on your behalf.

I know that I will be much more interested in hearing his take on things AFTER he successfully resolves your matters. His record right now, from what has been written, is not that good.

You have stated that he has been very positive about your case, expressing an expectation of victory for you. Let's let that happen first. After he redeems himself and wins your case, I know I will be very interested to read what he has to say.

The police never bother me...

Back to my soap opera;

I have kinda' narrowed it down to two favorites, #1 & #2.

For a short while I was exercising lousy judgement and humping a (smoking, not veinous) drug addict, as she gives superior head and has a tight one, along with occasional side trips.

Of course, one's religion pops up once in a while and thoughts of consequences put the fear of God into me.

I quit doing drug addicts and went in for my STD tests. Everything came up roses. Seems like I have been STD free for more than one & one-half years (and only chlamydia at that).

So I am trying to stick to my two health-card carrying favorites (#1 & #2). #1 has a better tasting pussy and has come to love it (Gyrations !). #2 is simply a better lay.

I fantasize about the drug addict to push me over the top to attain orgasm.

Things are looking up, I just taught both girls pussy-tightening exercises. #2 already shows a distinct difference. #1 is coming along well in "pre-BBBJ Dick Licking" technique.

My only real problem is my wandering eye.

I'm not sure what it is that I am doing different, but suddenly more than a few (health card carrying) chicas are willing to do it with me without a condom and "standard" rates.

As Mell Brooks said in THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD - PART II"; "It's good to be king."

Had a wierd experience Friday.
Went to Tijuana with a $200 dollar computer and the lady at Tijuana customs (aduana) told me to forget it and let me in free.

SrP.,

Maybe she knows you?

I don,t think so.
Although I bring stuff in from time to time.

Usually the women Aduana agents are a gross pain in the ass.

Of course, shit happens.

Martha came back to town and I humped her last weekend.

This weekend, I humped #1 (we didn't connect last weekend). Later on I took Elizabeth and "Mari" to dinner, but declined to take either one to the room.

They both want to go to the movies today.

Later on, I took Jazmin to the room for the first (and Last !) time. She sure is cute, though.

Followed up with (name deleted). We have both profited from her ability to accept instruction in the art of dick licking.

I went to my room to sleep -- Knock, knock.... Martha was at my door, yelling at me for cheating on her with (Miss name deleted).

I swore that I didn't fuck her and it was only massage (absolute truth, I didn't fuck her and she massaged my cock with her tongue...)

She was mad as hell and suggested an TLN for 1,000 pesos. As It was 12:30 AM, I countered with 600 pesos. She stayed til 4:00 AM - I didn't get too good of a deal.

She went through my things looking for evidence, narrowly missing the nude photo of Mari. When she went to the bathroom I slipped it behind the furniture.

She did let me take a photo of her nude (The first time).

I am trying to teach her voluntary control of the pussy muscles and how to do the Keigal exercises. I use the method of saying " I want to help you make more money..." and they listen well.

She wants me to take her out to eat (Outside of the zone) tomorrow.

I have noted that when I tell a girl "I went out to the movies/dinner with (whoever), because you are all about making money and never have time for me, they come around later asking to go to the movies or dinner.

I think that after all these years I am starting to get the hang of it.

Things are humming right along.

My two ex-favoritas are showing remorse. At least one of them remains a retread candidate.
Although she charges me 500 pesos for one hour, or 800 pesos for two hours, she’s worth it.
BBBJ & BBsex and I am enamored with her tits.

My “next prospect” girl has decided that she will do a blow job (BBBJ) after all.

I spent half the night with one of the ex-favoritas.

The second half of the night I slept (at her house) with the “love of my life – two years ago” and her child. No sex, just cuddling – but she did cup my hand around her breast. This is a first for us.

I got to see her at her worst, and she looked pretty good to me even so.

It seems like EVERYTHING is going my way – I’m waiting for the bubble to Burst.

“Dry as a nun’s cunt” is a phrase my son uses to describe very overcooked meat.

But sometimes it applies to my current partners.

With the older (my official putanovia), it feels like I am hitting something abrasive at full insertion. I surmise that her cervix hangs down and is not moist. Between that (at times) and her “full-week-long” periods there is only about 25% of the time that I enjoy lovemaking with her.

This is a damn shame as I thoroughly like her.

The second, newer girl (age 20) has a cunt that is delectable for the first three inches, but abrasive at full insertion. This is a shame as she approaches true putanovia quality interpersonally, and she always chases me when she can’t find me. (And wants to keep in touch when she moves to Alabama.)

What I decided to tell both of them (and have already told the first one) is; My doctor has taken me off of Viagra, saying it has done harm to my heart. And that I need to avoid sex to not have a heart attack, and need some expensive therapy, so I won’t be able to see you any more. Of course this is bullshit.

I don’t know a nice way to say “Your pussy hurts me.” (This is even when we use lots of “Softlube”)

But this throws me back to my ex-putanovias (2) for a superb sexual resource.

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Yesterday I did something I thought I would never do again – Go out with a girl from the states.
I haven’t done this for more than 10 years.

Who knows where this is going ?

I haven’t been to Tijuana for a week-and-a half. I’m saving boodles of Money.

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I have decided to try Tecate.

As my car overheats, I will take the rural bus (bus pass + 2 dollars), stay the night and return the next day. This may or may not be a sex trip – depends…..

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I have encountered two excellent housing opportunities in Tijuana:

One – A rather nice semi-furnished Studio apartment in Colonia Castillo for $175 dollars/month.

Two – A condo (1 unit of a 4-plex) in Colonia El Mirador (INFONAVIT El Mirador) upstairs from the one I rented a couple of years ago for $27,000. It lacks the patio and parking place of the downstairs unit which was worth about $35,000 a couple of years ago.

Monday I going down to the Castastro office at city hall to see if the seller is actually the owner.

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So last Tuesday (9-11) I had a busy Tijuana day;

I started my day accepting an invitation to eat breakfast at a clinic. The phlebotomist (I can’t spell this, but she draws blood) cooked machaca and beans. She is accepted as the best cook in the clinic – and rightfully so.

Next, I delivered a (previously requested) shower head to an ex-hooker that is cleaning house for room & board. I invited her & her 6 year-old son to lunch and he selected Restaurant Komasa (Tijuana’s answer to beni hana - due to the flaming onion “volcano”.

Next I spent a couple of hours with Nalleli in the room, followed by going to the movies with Yolanda & her co-worker at her request (due to low workload).

Came back to spend an hour with Elizabeth’s co-worker Marigeles.

Marigeles had barely left the hotel when Martha showed up to spend from 1:00 am through 7:00am with me. I then sprinted for the border. The line was longer than hell.

(9-13) I hadn’t planned to show up Thursday, but at about 3:30 pm the mood struck me.

I called and made hotel reservations, bathed & shaved, packed and drove (in lieu of taking the trolley – due to speed) to the border parking lot. My room was all made up (My way!) and ready.

I stopped by Anna’s briefly to drop off some stuff for her kid, then took Martha and two of her co-workers to dinner at Komasa.

At dinner, Martha draped one leg over mine and leaned into me while we waited for food. I told the chef “It’s like a dog and a hydrant…”, referring to the fact that she was marking territory.

We finished dinner, the I dropped them off at their post to continue working, and returned to my room.

Spent an hour with Elizabeth (very pleasant). Martha called near the end of our session, but I didn’t answer.

After I cleaned up, I called Martha (11:30 pm) and said “Come on up to my room to spend the night.”
She answered with “We’re going to the fair”. I assented.

“We” turned out to be her and three co-workers and myself. Fair admission (400 pesos - 80 pesos each) included most rides. This would be a good deal under normal; circumstances, but it was almost closing time so we didn’t get much out of it.

Cheapskate note; The oversized (OK, massive) drinks at the fair are EXPENSIVE. It cost me 380 pesos for three of them. I probably dropped close to 1,500 pesos in our brief time there. The only expenditure I regret was the overpriced drinks.

We dropped three of the girls off at their apartment, and Martha & I went to my room for the night. She had pre-menstrual cramps so I didn’t get any nookie, making me glad for the tryst with Elizabeth earlier.

At some point Martha whined a little about the pittance I paid her. (I would note that I used to pay her 600 pesos/hour, now I get six hours for this sum.) I told her she should listen up when I give her pointers about her job.

I have started to instruct her about pussy muscle exercises – she’s got a roomy snatch with a great muscle, but no voluntary control. The following lessons will include risk assessment and blow job technique. She listened intently.

I soften all of this with “I want you to make more money for yourself.”

This girl has many of the earmarks of a “keeper”, but is a bit self-indulgent and headstrong. I really like her and she has become my “pet project” at this time.

The problem is that Elizabeth is aggressively pursuing the spot #1 occupied by Nalleli, and Martha unintentionally is gaining rapidly. Supposedly each girl is my only sexual interest. #4 (Maria) suddenly dropped out of sight.

Both Martha & Elizabeth are very jealous and keep asking me about other women, especially when they find clues in my room. Elizabeth checks my camera and phone for incriminating evidence.

This sounds great, but in a twinkling of an eye I could be left with only La Manuela (masturbation) for lovemaking.

My quandary is as usual. The girl I have the most “feelings” for (Martha) does not have the tightest pussy. The tightest pussy (Elizabeth) I have very little feelings for.

I’m starting to have more “feelings” for the girl who charges me very little (Martha), but the last time I did this with her (a year-and-a-half ago), her behavior changed and I dropped her like a hot potato. Yet at this point she has the most “potential”. I note that her roommates seem to be rooting for us.

Of course the friends of the girl with the tightest pussy (Elizabeth) seemed to be rooting for us, but one of them didn’t hesitate in the slightest when she had an opportunity to go to the room with me. But for a big 600 pesos, she still left after only three hours.

And the best fuck (Nalleli) charges me a whopping 400 pesos/hour. Although I set the price, I’m now wishing it was lower.

Once again I find myself waiting for the other shoe to drop, although my overall enjoyment level is rather high.

Thursday 9-20-07:

I showed up about noon. I went to What’s-Her-Name’s (WHN) house to deliver a Halloween themed T-shirt for her daughter. WHN was wearing shorts and a “wife-beater” undershirt with nothing under it.

Dark, cone-shaped nipples were evident – I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them !

On the way back to la zona, I called Yolanda and asked if she were hungry and we planned to meet after a few minutes to eat. I passed a fish taco shop and picked up lunch. We shared our lunch together in Bar La Gloria.

Later, near my hotel (and Bar El Fracaso), I spotted Veronica. I hadn’t seen her in months. We went to my room and passed an hour. I had forgotten how good her pussy tasted. She is super sweet (personality-wise). I paid her for an hour, but she stayed 35 minutes longer. We were both super relaxed.

Last visit’s “#1 candidate” (Martha) & I went to the movies. She started acting really weird and we left early to go to my room for the night. When we neared my hotel, I said “Fuck it!” and dropped her off at her assigned spot. I wasn’t ready to put up with her bullshit all night. I almost did the usual “Nice Guy” thing and paid her the agreed sum, but re-thought it and gave her nothing. She was pissed. That puts Nayeli back in the lead.

I couldn’t find Nayeli. I snagged Elizabeth and we spent the night together. At 6:00 am I awakened her and we made love. She is actually doing the Keigel exercises I taught her, and the difference (and the sensation) is very evident. For the quality of the session last night, she has moved up a few points - back to “contender”.

I returned to the states. I believe I have lost one “contender” (Martha) and gained one (Veronica).

De veras, Mexico no falta mujeres bonitas. (Truthfully, Mexico does not lack beautiful women.)

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Saturday 9-22-07:

I usually avoid Friday, Saturday & Sunday, because of the long pedestrian lines crossing the border the next day. Also, cheap overnighters are not on the menu when things are busy because the girls can make more money with other guys.

I went to the movies in San Diego (GOOD LUCK CHUCK – a movie deemed in bad taste by the Union-Tribune’s Fem-Nazi reviewer). I had already planned to see it based on the previews, but her review clenched it for me.

It was a movie I would rate “Good of Kind”. If you liked TOTAL RECALL for the “threesome”, you will also like GOOD LUCK CHUCK. It was a tasteless romp laden with sexual humor – just my kind of fare.

I would note that the women in the audience laughed as hard as the men.

Then I went to FRY’s Electronics shopping for computer motherboards. I then flew home to pack a small grip, and returned to Tijuana via the trolley (taking my Levitra pill just before crossing the border).

I didn’t call Martha after her crap last visit.

I encountered (cheap Spanish lesson – ENCOUNTER [happened upon] in English is ENCONTRAR in Spanish) Nayeli and told her I’d she her in an hour.

I delivered a 320 CD/DVD capacity album to WHN and her daughter, dropped off my clothes at the coin laundry (for Monday pickup), went back to the zone and ate dinner (two tamales from a vendor within the entry to Cascadas Hotel).

I went to Gigante’s ATM machine (to avoid having cops see me leaving an ATM – an open invitation to extortion) to pull out some money, but was thwarted by a group of five chicanos unable to operate it.
Seems that they knew there password in the form of letters, not numbers (Think about the letters under the numbers on your phone).

The chicanos were amazed at the scam level in the Avenida Revolución clubs.
They were taken by the pretend bartender that just walks off and afterwards the “It was a $1 dollar bill, not a $20 dollar bill, sir” in succession. They were also totally unaware of the dollar/peso exchange rate.

It took about 20 minutes to remedy the situation, then I finally got my money.

I returned to my hotel, bathed, and then telephoned Nayeli to come to my room. It was about 10:00 pm.

I asked her if she wanted 400 pesos for an hour or 1,000 pesos for all night. We negotiated.

We settled on 1 hour now, she would go back to work and return to my room at 2:00 am (1,000 pesos).
As it was a Saturday, this was OK. One must make hay when the sun shines.

We got that over within about 35 minutes and she left.

I walked down the alley and – surprise – Letty’s back in town. She had arrived Friday and this was her first day of work. We spent a 500 peso hour together. I snuggled in and was massaging her wonderful tits when Mr. Sandman slapped me alongside the head and I fell asleep – as did she.

When the knock finally came it startled us and we both almost fell out of bed. Gosh, this girl is sweet (and she “fucks you back”).

I went to Bar El Fracaso, danced a few with Pata, and then returned to my room to sleep, awaiting Nayeli’s return.

About 2:15 am Nayeli called and I invited her to the room. She showed up at 2:30 am and stayed until 6:30 am when I awakened. I wasn’t up to it in the morning so I passed.

I dressed and returned to the states Sunday AM. I’ll have to pack tonight for my Monday foray.

The upshot of all this (for the last two visits) is:

Rapid turnover – Lost one (Martha), gained two (Veronica and Letty)

So now I have four, and it’s all I can do to juggle two. Three of them are “I’d like her to be the only one” quality and the fourth is an excellent sexual resource.

Of course, now that Nayeli is spending the night (sort of) for 1,000 pesos, and I view Veronica as a “5:00 pm to midnight for 1,000 pesos” resource (to be determined), these less expensive girls are more likely to get the nod in the future.

I keep hoping for a “forget the money – just fuck/eat me” resource. I guess I shouldn’t hold my breath.

You aim too low again, SrP.

There will never be a "forget money, let's go!" moment for you with a TJ chica.

You should try for padrote status. Start managing a girl's money for her, and convince her to start paying you.

Aim low, baby!

Actually, A chica asked me if I wanted to go to the movies with her.

I asked if I could spend the night (at her place) and she said yes. I gave her 1,000 pesos for 8pm to 6:30 am (I wanted to beat the border line) and she said sure.

She did bitch about my snoring but when I asked about a return session, she said "anytime".

As she had refused me in the past, I assume she's hard pressed or something.

Additionally, the SG with whom I often spend one 400 peso hour has been effusively thanking me for every session, sending me multiple text messages: Thank you, Take care, more thank yous, etc.

I hope she's not in love or something,

She has improved the level of service a great deal recently.

Mid-October 2007

Well, Nalleli spotted me going to the room with Elizabeth. The next time I took Nalleli to the room, she started asking questions about Elizabeth and she refused to fuck me. As I had paid her, she won’t be returning to my room for a long while – until she is very motivated (and I will pay afterwards).

Martha has started up with that “You don’t love me” and “You and the other women” crap. She has been trying to promote another “10pm to 6am all nighter” for 1,000 pesos, but I am so pissed off about her bullshit that I declined.

She is tempting, and I might go with her again but I will pay afterwards. Probably a day that I am good and horny and no other resource is handy.

I am working on a new project – Lorena. How this one will go is up in the air. She might be real girlfriend material.

A hooker friend was in a restaurant and overheard a conversation:

Hooker #1: “I see that you are spending a lot of time with Pauncho.”

Prospective Girlfriend (Lorena): “Yes, he is good to me and I like him a lot.”

Hooker #1: “Like a real boyfriend ?”

Prospective Girlfriend: “Yeah, why not ?”

This could be a good thing – or not. This young lady knocks down up to $300 per day mid-week and doesn’t have a lot of time for me. In general, These girls tend to run all over me and this one is very strong mentally. But…. WOW.

But I am secure in the knowledge that MEXICO DOES NOT LACK BEAUTIFUL WOMEN.
(And they are secure in the fact that Tijuana does not lack gringo fools, and I am one – sort of.)

Also, Elizabeth has ratcheted up her performance to the level that she has become a real contender. I have no feelings for her but she is a great fuck ever since I taught her how to squeeze that thing down.

So I may be an old fool, but I am a well-fucked old fool doing 20 and 25 year-olds.

On another subject, I may be buying a 2-bedroom apartment in El Mirador for $27,000 dollars. Of course being a foreigner will cost me another $8,000 dollars in fees and costs.

But this will include the bank trust, title insurance & escrow with Stewart Title Company – totally Kosher .

Wish me luck.

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October 21, 2007: It was Pati’s birthday. She is one of the girls on the corner with whom we always celebrate birthdays together. She asked for and received one of the $39 dollar cherry cheesecakes that I bring down from time to time.

Because I am so cheap that it would hurt me to see someone’s face smashed down into a $39 dollar cheesecake, I also bought a $6 dollar cake for that express purpose.

After the girls and I gobbled down our cheesecake and had some set aside for taking home later, there were only a few pieces left.

I invited Elizabeth (my current BEST sexual resource) up to the restaurant to have a piece, and later
invited Lorena (my “almost girlfriend”) for the same. She enjoyed herself immensely and took home the last two pieces.

Afterwards I went to apartment of “What’s Her Name” (WHN) as we had agreed to spend the night together. I enjoyed myself so much that I find myself yet again wishing that she loved me (like a boyfriend).

I guess I should be grateful that she won’t lie to me and take advantage of me because I love her.

In the morning I said “¿ Hija, tu sabes que yo te quiero tanto, no ? (“Daughter, you know how much I love you ?”). WHN answered “Si Pauncho, tambien te quiero”. (“I love you too”)

I retorted that I was talking to her daughter, but I that loved her too. I am crazy about both of them. I would be happy indeed with a girlfriend and kid like her and her daughter, but it’s not in the cards.

When I return next Wednesday I think I have to decide between the three of them as I am spending too much money. If I’m smart, I’ll let my dick and wallet decide instead of my heart.

That would be Elizabeth, as she is consistently a great piece of ass at 400 pesos/hour.
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October 24, 2007:

Well, Lorena is not “girlfriend material”. I sent her a text message that I was in Tijuana and she never replied. Oh, well.

It was Martha’s birthday so I gave her a pound of See’s candy to butter her up in case I ever want to do her again. But she’s a pain in the ass. (A few days later she bitched about it as she doesn't like chocolates - What a cunt !)

I spent an hour with Elizabeth and it was very nice. A few hours later, She & I and her sidekick went out to dinner – it cost me more than the sex, but it was fun.

I once again can’t say enough good about Cocteleria/Restaurant Las Playas on 6th Ave (Flores Magon) just 200 or 300 feet west of Costco on the north side of the street. They do close early – 8:00 pm
Later on, I ran into (another) Elizabeth (Hotel Najera) and asked forgiveness for not being in Tijuana for
her birthday. A 10 ounce box of See’s soothed her feelings and garnered a big smile.

I called Lorena and asked if she had received my text message. She said she had, but had a bad cold and didn’t want to stand outside. She offered to come to my hotel but I turned her down.

Later, WHN was not available for TLN so I ended up calling Elizabeth who had gone home for the night.

She’s a trooper! For a 1,000 pesos she came back to my hotel and we spent the night – we coupled in the morning.

All in all, not a bad trip.

Christmas Eve;
I was with Elia & Suri and ran into Martha (& co-workers) at Calimax.

Although she was with her pimp, she eyed me angrily (very) to the point that Elia commented on it.

Of course I just had to approach them tp say "Hi !".

appropriate for this thread don't ya think?



Sandman

Ay, Sandman, you are almost as cruel as the truth.

Pauncho in Fangolandia (mudville)

Well I took sweetie-pie and her three kids ("esquinkle querida" - a girl almost nine, "sweetie-pants" - a two year-old girl, & "the lump" a one year-old boy) to see ALVIN & THE CHIPMONKS (in Spanish) at plaza rio shopping center.

Afterwards, we did some shopping while it rained - A BAD MISTAKE. She lives in a colonia that has unpaved roads and deep dust (= deep mud). I took her home in a taxi libre.

A 4x4 truck tried and could barely get out of there, and our taxi driver said "we're stuck for the night". I wanted to just bail and leave them all but because of the little ones I stuck it through.

I urged the taxi driver on and we got good and stuck. I got out and pushed. Although I was slipping and had little traction, the little bit I did got us over the hump and onto the level.

We approached the steep uphill towards her house and the taxi driver said "NO WAY" and I agreed. I asked him to wait for me while we walked up the hill.

Girlfriend took the one year-old, I had the 8 year-old take the two year old (as I didn,t want to fall and crush the little girl), and I took all of the grocery bags.

Girlfriend made it pretty well, and the rest of us kept slipping and sliding and falling. Eventually girlfriend got home and returned with brothers to carry all that remained.

I started back down the hill and - guess what ? - going down is much harder than going up. I fell several times to my knees. One time my leg abruptly switched sides and there was a lound pop from my knee. (Oh SHIT !)

So I slid most of the rest of the way down lying down. I ended up with about a half-inch of mud coating my face all the way down to my shoes.

I had to get out of the taxicab several times to push. This whole muddy adventure took about one and one-half hours.

That was last night about 8:30 pm.

This morning I could barely walk and my right knee is about one inch wider than the left.

I count this a a "once in ten years adventure". I feel glad to be alive.

Some of these roads can be a mess when it rains. I know lots of chicas that are trapped in
their homes for days when it rains.

Hope you are ok. Did you spend the night or did you have to cross covered in mud?

Turns out I tore a ligament in my knee and will be in a leg brace for 6 weeks. Hurts a good bit.

I can still do it (carefully).

OK, it has been 4 months and my knee is a lot better. But my current confusion is over a bar girl at Bar Hong Kong.

I showed up today with a pile of ones, to pay a buck for each tit I suck. But I ran into a favorite on her day off.

I bought her a ficha beer, but she bought her own ficha beer ($7) for the second round.

My question is... Is this fichera love, or a new scam that I do not understand ?

Today and yesterday were both the same.

I spent $20 dollars twice (each day) sucking tits for $1 dollar each in bar hong Kong.

Then I humped a street girl at bargain prices.

Both days I also took a hooker and child to the movies.

Its good to be king.
(Mel Brooks in HISTORY OF THE WORLD PART I)

Monday July 7th I attended a SG´s birthday party (in her hotel workplace. There was one other client present (Usually just me and the girls)

The next day I was invited to her house for dinner. (Five SG´s, one ex-SG now taxi driver, the taxi driver´s BF (also taxista), the novia of the SG who invited me, and two kids.

I almost live her now....

Go back to Sandmans post of Dec 2007, and just keep staring at it!

CFK

[They will never give up old clients-regardless if they "quit/leave" the business]

Don´´t admit to farting....

Yesterday a chica invited me to spend the night at her house as she was afraid to sleep alone.

First I thought about a set-up, but I know her cousin who introduced us. (Her cousin is a waitress in a ¨normal restaurant.)

I said OK, but I snore. She changed her mind. So I added You do not have to worry about my snoring, just my farts.

I do not think she will invite me again....

"A Fool and His Money are Soon Parted"

So true

and soon lose their so called wife
border on bankruptcy
and resort to stealing money from people they once called friends

Maximus - Are you saying that about me?