A late-night, solo trip to Tijuana's Hong Kong Club in the Zona Norte

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First I read as much as possible while contemplating my first trip to TJ in many years.

I'd never before even been to Zona Norte and there is only SO much you can think you understand from watching YouTube and other various videos of the local scene.


When first considering an actual foray into Mexico I thought it wise to reduce my loss potential by sorting through stuff I couldn't actually NEED in MX and leaving that in the trunk of my rental vehicle.

I then divided my cash on hand and stashed some of it in hidden pockets (which would surely have been discovered by bad guys who were out to get me).

(side note: DON'T wait until you've scouted out the U.S. side of the border for all of the important landmarks before only then wanting to drive far enough away so as to be spotted by no one when prepping your belongings for such a seeming risk, or you'll end up driving forever, as I did, when wanting a spot where I could be inconspicuous as I prepped {sorting wallet, sorting items in coat pockets, etc.** )

Upon entering Mexico I didn't even know whether I wanted to get a room for the night at a Zona Norte hotel (for about $60) vs. a potential 30-minute stay with a lady for $19, but I'd read somewhere that carrying luggage into MX is (the wrong) sign to both potential crooks and crooked police as well.

So there are two pedestrian crossings from California into Tijuana, and they are Ped East and Ped West, which is the newer of the pair.

Ped east is the one adjacent to the Trolley stop which is so easy to reach from San Diego.

Park in the lot behind the Jack-in-The-Box which is adjacent to the Trolley Stop.

$12 U.S. gets you either 8 hours or 12 hours of parking, and you pay your first $12 upon arrival and then get a time-stamped ticket which will require added funds upon your exit IF you stay longer than whatever the correct amount of time is.


So, you've got your paperwork in order, and you're on to Mexico.

Cross the street from the trolley stop, and lots of people will be around, many toting packages upon packages all procured from U.S. stores before they return to Mexico.

Look for a "blue building" (perhaps more easily identifiable as such during daylight hours), and keep walking with many others toward and through a secure one-way turnstile, the other side of which has you in Mexico.


Before long on what is likely a safe path (between the point-of-no-return behind you, and the Mexican border officials ahead of you (no where for would-be thieves to really escape) you reach a fork in the road:


one side says "Mexicanos" and the other "Foreigners". At 7:30pm, well after dark, everyone else was going through the Mexicanos path, and the path for "Foreigners" was still clearly open, but all of the barriers perhaps used earlier for line organization were put aside, and nobody else was there but me. You let the official look at your passport, and m-m-m-m-most likely you will breeze right through. (perhaps his main concern is that you will be eligible to return to the U.S. given their more strict scrutiny and standards)

Soon you continue on a one-way, formal path until you re-enter the night air... and almost immediately you will spot an orange and white sign which says "Zona Shuttle", and before it you take very few unmonitored steps in Mexico. In front of a tiny building is a shuttle stop, with a man there attending it. (if it is 90F degrees and ungodly humid there is a tiny office-like place where you can perhaps be in an air conditioned environment as you await the shuttle) (the office and some amenities there were offered to me, but as it was 55F and after dark, I thought I'd wait outside for the driver who was summoned immediately by this very friendly and never-worrisome attendant).

I was escorted to the back of an 8-passenger limo, where I was the only passenger for what was a free ride... though I happily tipped the driver $3.

The trip was a brief one, along uncrowded back streets and without much scenery or concern.

Soon I was let out the door in front of the Hong Kong Club, which is the most popular there.

Two security men formally checked my pockets and scrutinized some of my things, which I happily showed them were of no concern security-wise.

Let me state with emphasis that EVERYONE I needed to deal with (before getting to the girls) spoke very conversive English and that while I speak no serious Spanish beyond a few words, I never had a hint of language barrier with anyone male on the entire journey.


Let me also state with emphasis that if you can't handle the ways of old with thick cigarette smoke at such a venue, then you don't want to experiment with the Hong Kong Club in Tijuana!!


So I walked in... and young women were dancing everywhere... and the place has 3 floors, one of which was unused on this off night... and I guess I would estimate there were perhaps 200 men spread thoroughly around the open areas along with what could have been 125 to 150-ish young women, any of whom could presumably be inspired upstairs for perhaps $80-100 for 30 minutes of full service. (the rental of the room for 30 minutes costs $19)


It took a while to find a seat... so I just kept walking around each floor while investigating the environs as I went. Eventually I happened upon a spot, and soon after a male waiter came and brought me a sealed can of Coca Cola for $4 (no cover charge at HK).

Not so long after that, young women happened along, some planting themselves purposefully in my lap. When this happened, it was common for a male waiter to come along and gently ask if I'd like to buy the lady a drink, for $9. (the $9 helps toward their paying their nightly rent to the club, and each would clearly give her name to the waiter to be written down immediately after)

Every few minutes a girl would say something akin to: "Un dollar tip for me?" (often after gyrating in my lap while pleasantly received). Observing in all directions I saw lots of customers fully fondling these young women without restraint, and I'm certain that I could have gotten plenty of mileage for a succession of $1 tips. In fact, somewhere before or during a 2nd drink purchased for one woman, she was stroking me through my pantleg with major intent, while making suggestive reference to what she may have felt.

A couple of other brief visitors leaned toward my ear and whispered "sucky-sucky-fucky-fucky upstairs", while trying to entice me to take them upstairs for full service.

Soon, the stage a half-meter from me evolved to have a shaving cream and oil show on it... including fully nude, double-dildo co-penetration, AND a condom on the end of a specially modified power drill used by one stripper to fully penetrate the other stripper at any given time.

Eventually a customer peeled off all but his skivvies and got on stage, laid down upon the shaving cream and oil, and had the girls putting more shaving cream upon him, before one then rode his face (full contact) as the other rode his torso. It was then that one of the strippers splashed shaving cream beyond the stage, and I got slightly hit, so I gave up my seat and resumed walking around the club.

After a while I returned less near to the shaving cream stage, and sat on a bar stool, while idle dancers stood around in clusters nearby. A spectacle from this new vantage point was a jacuzzi which was typically the next stop after the shaving cream show for the two strippers typically involved in that. Their money was understandably soaked each time, and needed to be assembled and split between them, and they could accomplish this while also cleaning themselves off in the Jacuzzi. The wet money stuck, (and even stacked) to the glass wall of the Jacuzzi area, so it was fun to watch them slap bills on the wall in stacks of 5 or 10.


A couple of stools down from me, a petite dancer was sitting and she happened to see a passing customer with whom she'd likely had some sort of relations in the past, and before long the half-drunk guy was just about ready to expose himself for heightened sharing to a dancer whose own cooperation with everything else helped to bring him to that point.

Another surely American guy was so drunk that he was awkwardly gyrating in the middle of a random floor in front of most anything he could still make out to be female... as if that guy you see at a club all the time.


It didn't seem like long at all when the time arrived that I'd measured several hours of the scene already. With so many women there, just seeing a vast number of the options seems important when trying to guide your mind in any certain direction for a more personal interaction.

As so often happens at any strip club, early on you notice some starlet who really captures your mind... but then she goes away, and you can't even identify her again let alone will her to come around your area of the club anymore. If I interacted with... 20-25 dancers during the night, only one was such a person who spoke no English, while I essentially speak no Spanish.

If I could do my entire evening over again... I would pluck this one dancer who had the most awesome puffy nipples which accounted for fully 1/3 of the altitude of her small, conular breasts... from the stage, for lap dances (at $1 each!!) at the very least, and probably a trip "upstairs" (translation: "arriba").

Alas, I was staring so much at her remarkable breasts that I didn't retain enough identifying attributes to ever notice her again.


There was a time when I pondered seeking out the earlier 2-drink girl for a trip upstairs, because she later looked plenty bored there, and I'd already ascertained that she was conversive and had the potential to be engaging, at the very least.

It wasn't too much longer that another shaving cream show commenced, with the same two dancers from the previous rendition... and one of those was a fresh-faced, makeup-free girl whose eyes seemed to be able to snag the attention of most anyone, from well across the room. They went through the same routines as before... complete with the double dildo, first simultaneously sucked and then simultaneously fucked... the one girl's torso so generously participating with her partner as her eyes scanned the room looking for something to lock-onto. She ensnared plenty of up-close viewers into her lair... and much shaving cream seemed to decorate each once she was done with them.

Yet this was a fresh-faced, gentle-seeming lass who didn't really seem the busty, blond and extremely outgoing stereotype more typical for gyrating around in shaving cream and oil in front of an eager audience.

Speaking of blonds... with society being what it has evolved to be, there was a considerable representation there of multiple haircolors and hair styles surely not reflective at all of the pure genetics known to most latinas.

Fake breasts were plentiful as well, along with mutiple enhanced rear ends in addition.


Then again there was another shared trip to the Jacuzzi after the two same partners finished their shaving cream and oil show... again with stacks of received tips first laundered and then hung to somewhat-dry on the glass wall of the Jacuzzi area. By then I couldn't look away while trying to catch the one girl's eyes casing the room as she stacked her cheese.


Suddenly, well... I did look away... and the new item of my intrigue had disappeared from the water, and was now out of sight.


By now my mind had focused on (the idea of) her, and I figured I'd at least investigate her demeanor further before becoming inspired to go upstairs with anyone. Meanwhile there were many pauses in front of me by women seeking $1 tips for a bit of fondling, and I guess I touched more ripe young breasts in one evening than ever before... and I am not one to assertively seek-out such interaction.


I am guessing that had the amazing puffy nipples bared themselves before me again in any capacity that I would have immediately sought them out for close or closer encounters, but that never happened.


Eventually the shaving cream girl reappeared on the horizon, and then went up a (different) staircase (alone)... before returning and heading in the wrong direction. Sacrificing another seat, I embarked upon a reconnaissance mission which was at first fruitless, but later unearthed the sweet lass of my interest, who I then approached with more intent.

We sat together and I bought us drinks as we chatted a bit. Her English was good enough, and we wrapped casual arms around one another as we talked. Eventually I inquired directly about going upstairs, and she gave prices clearly up front, which I thought was a good idea for me. She assured me condoms were there for her to use, and soon off we went.

Oddly, you have to go outside onto the street for a few steps before ascending a staircase to the hotel above.

Cost-wise there were zero suprises, and the half-hour was a surprisingly adequate time for a full encounter entailing DATY, full service, and a brief, comfortable shower during the 30-35 minute window. (comfortable far more due to the smoke downstairs than due to anything about her I wouldn't want to keep on me). This was a gentle and demure soul who was every bit a delightful encounter in private, in some ways seeming so far away from the spirit who would tend to be so exciting in shaving cream. If I went back to find the same crew of girls, my first two trips upstairs would be this same girl, and the one with the puffy nipples. One a raw lusting for body parts, and the other such an enjoyable encounter that it would be silly to guess at another being better.

Because it was nearing 3:00am I figured I should return to the border vs. returning to the 24-hour club.


In place of the 8-person limo at that hour there were a string of cabs hovering about, and the well-spoken concierge? out front summoned one for me, and told me it was a free ride to the border and that I need only tip the driver for the service.

(side note: when reading about actually cabbing to Zona Norte from the Mexico side of the border, I read in one spot to "(skip the black and white cabs you see right inside Mexico, because they sometimes coerce more money out of you in some sort of a rip-off scam... and instead await the orange cabs found a bit farther into Mexico on foot, which are more reliable)"... on this night my ride was indeed one of those black and white cabs, but I expect strongly that they are *incentivized* just right, by the club itself, so as to assure prompt delivery to the border of American customers who may come back.)


All in all this was an amazing experience, but the mind must process the concept of being in a room with 125-150 women perhaps all eager to let you have your sexual way with them for what is a decent-enough price for them... and then contemplate how best to sort out who, when, and how often.


If I went there again next week, I think I would arrive sufficiently rested, at a time more conducive to my own eventual Hatrick (oh how I miss Hatrick on Perb...), and I would do a slightly better job of hitting the ground running... before resting between shots on goal... (with all of the beautiful scenery at the club). All in all I was there 7 hours, and I don't even know that I spent $200 total.


The room was peppered with what frat boys would call "7's" and "8's"... many having abandoned nature and opted to try to look in one or more ways like they believe society wants them to look. There are enough blonds in the crowd to complement the many black-haired latinas who were sure to be so plentiful.


It could be reasonably opined that there were too many girls there on the night I enjoyed... because they were taking up precious seats, and standing around in large clusters... BUT if that were organized a bit better, then perhaps it could be even more of a captivating environment.


I did not heed the online advice about going with a friend your first time. I boldly went to TJ well after dark, knowing minimal Spanish, and I never had a worrisome encounter anywhere, and I would recommend the idea to anyone at all curious about such an environment, and I suggest a strong probability of your having no problematic encounters there either.

I can NOT speak as to what it would be like to arrive there solo and leave there drunk and solo, but the women are wonderful and the male workers accommodate northerners as well as can be imagined in a fairly well-run organization (perhaps the cartels?).


But the reputation of the clubs means everything to the operators of it, so that is their main incentive.
 

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great write-up and a wonderful bit of recon! just a few questions...did you fly from BC to SD? Perhaps jumped on one of those $50(usd) Allegiant deals out of Bellingham? Could you have opted for the shuttle from SD Airport instead of getting a rental car? Did you use CAD/USD/Pesos (and if Pesos, where did you exchange your currency)?
I've been toying with this 'field-trip' myself and appreciate your leg-work
 

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Thanks for the stellar report!
I had toyed with the idea of sneaking down while in SD on business this summer, but it would have been too late of a night and I was paranoid about talking to the USA officials on the way back. The thought of getting denied for lying or admitting to partaking would have prevented me from enjoying myself. Did they, the US officials, ask what you were up to down there for 7 hours?
 
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great write-up and a wonderful bit of recon! just a few questions...did you fly from BC to SD? Perhaps jumped on one of those $50(usd) Allegiant deals out of Bellingham? Could you have opted for the shuttle from SD Airport instead of getting a rental car? Did you use CAD/USD/Pesos (and if Pesos, where did you exchange your currency)?
I've been toying with this 'field-trip' myself and appreciate your leg-work

I flew to LA, actually, so my rental car was a necessity.

However, I have recently flown to SD, and I know it would be a cinch to fly to SD, stay downtown, take the shuttle from the airport to SD, and the trolley to the border.

A noteworthy modification would be that you remain at the HK club until even later, to coincide with the first trolley of the day, at what someone said is "5:00am" (from the border TO SD). (finesse that around the guts of rush hour, IF your late night ends on a work day)


The only pesos I saw on the whole journey were those occasionally plastered to the wall of the mentioned jacuzzi, by performers who were simultaneously washing-off the shaving cream and oil (from their money and themselves) and stacking their tips to dry and share.

There was zero need for obtaining pesos, but you could acquire some at a local cash machine IF needed for some odd reason.


A variation on this, if you are free to roam without work or family constraints, would be to stay your nights at the Hotel Cascadas, above the Club HK.


*** because I was not affected at all by border traffic, I forgot to stress that if you arranged a journey at more customary tourist times, you could spend hours at the borders !!

Walking across is the ONLY way to go, for this purpose, because the driving lines were lengthy even at 3:00am upon my walking return.

My walk into Mexico was longer because of my own hesitation upon seeing zero people in my line, and pausing to wonder where everybody was, than because of anything anybody cared about me or my visit.

Upon returning at 3:00am there may have been 3 or 4 people in line, and I just handed the inspector my passport and he basically didn't utter a thing - and this is when he has lots of TIME... without a demanding line walking behind me.


But it wouldn't be at all wrong, if in a border line by yourself, to tell the U.S. customs guy that you'd gone to strip clubs in Zona Norte. You don't have to tell him whether you got lucky in any way.


Much like 19-year-old Americans surely tell the U.S. Customs people when returning from Canada that they went to bars and such. They need not spell-out just how much alcohol they've had, or whether they're presently drunk.

(I realize some spell that out non-verbally on occasion)


I mostly want to let everyone here know that the mentioned field trip is exceptionally comfortable and worry-free, even though it doesn't hurt to prepare just a little, and to exhibit some caution and awareness.

Had I not had a rental car, I wouldn't have had anyplace to store belongings which I could never need in MX. IF indeed you have a room somewhere in or south of SD, you could use that in place of needing a rental car for such a purpose.


Now IF indeed all of the women of PERB could be in one room, and all working at the time, it would make for a similar, and potentially better atmosphere. And obviously the added expense of getting to San Diego is considerable, but I mainly want to say that the additional trouble of getting to the south side of the US/MX border doesn't add much at all to the equation... unless you happen to be crossing when everyone else is crossing.

I imagine that a Friday/Saturday evening crossing may find a number of Americans heading to Zona Norte for parallel reasons, BUT it wouldn't make for enough traffic to clog the system for very long. (and everyone else is fearful about going into TJ at night )


This was a Sunday night, at the end of a U.S. long weekend, and so there may even have been a relative lull in the action, but the HK Club was very lively, and the number of women had near to a smothering effect.


IF I were at all assertive, I could easily have had my hands full all evening long. (my only trip outside of the club during 7 hours was the brief exit required to accompany the one girl upstairs.
 
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Thanks for the stellar report!
I had toyed with the idea of sneaking down while in SD on business this summer, but it would have been too late of a night and I was paranoid about talking to the USA officials on the way back. The thought of getting denied for lying or admitting to partaking would have prevented me from enjoying myself. Did they, the US officials, ask what you were up to down there for 7 hours?

IF in SD on business in the summer, you may do best to extend your business trip around a (personal ) weekend, because you can only imagine where your energy would go if you worked until 5pm on a Tuesday and then raced to TJ for (my 7 hours)... and had lots of fun and expended lots of your energy... only to return and expect to look right-side-up in front of coworkers or clients on Wednesday morning.

Even if doing that, you'd probably be best if returning to the U.S. from Zona Norte in the wee hours of Sunday morning, so as to get through more quickly, and afford yourself some rest before working in SD on Monday, OR flying home on Sunday night or Monday.


Again, I just wanted to report that I took the challenge of going it alone despite online recommendations that you go with a friend the first time, and that I never felt a single worry the whole time.

Now perhaps the need for a friend on such a trip is merely so you'll have a strong sense for how the land lies... and my attempt here is to offer the same bit of guidance so that perhaps you too can undergo the same journey without the suggested friend. (most friends like those don't have places where one could write the specific details for the future use of the other {as an alternative to going to ZN together) )
 

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Hey thanks again for the report and advice, but I’m asking you what was it like at the border crossing BACK into the USA? You’re empty handed, coming back late at night having been in Mexico for 7 hours. Do they ask you much? When I wrote “this summer”, I meant the one that just passed and this:
because you can only imagine where your energy would go if you worked until 5pm on a Tuesday and then raced to TJ for (my 7 hours)... and had lots of fun and expended lots of your energy... only to return and expect to look right-side-up in front of coworkers or clients on Wednesday morning....
was only a minor concern. I was more worried about the US officials not letting me in if I admitted to going to the red light district or caught me lying about it. Not appearing “right-side-up” at breakfast isn’t a big deal at all but I could only imagine that being AWOL in Tijuana might be lol. So yeah did the US border patrol even ask what you’d been up to? I potentially have a few blemishes in the CPIC from 20 years ago that I worry could come up if I were ever to go to secondary inspection, but it’s never happened.
I’m no stranger to pooning in Mexico(always solo and usually on the periphery of group vacations), heading there next week, but the red light district in TJ has been on my radar since before I started p4p. Not this time as the schedule is full, but I think I might just dart up there from PV or Los Cabos in the future since it’s close and I won’t have to worry about Murica.
Thanks again!!
 
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Hey thanks again for the report and advice, but I’m asking you what was it like at the border crossing BACK into the USA? You’re empty handed, coming back late at night having been in Mexico for 7 hours. Do they ask you much?

Hi,

I did happen to cover that in the answer directed at the other person in this thread.

I felt that it was in enough detail so that you would gain from it too, enough to assuage your concerns to the best of my present ability.

There were a small handful of people there when I crossed on foot at 3:00am, he took my passport, didn't say much at all, gave me the passport back and said: "ok, go ahead".


(read the other response, to the other person here)
 

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Hey Newb808, you don't have to worry about giving an honest answer going or exiting Mexico. Many times when I stayed on the San Diego side I have to venture back and forth for days I just replied " going to the clubs, or enjoyed the clubs". They all know the deal and see countless Northerners go for this reason alone. It adds so much to the economy on both sides that no one wants to ruin this golden egg.

I now stay on the Mexico side all the time and I am going again in 3 weeks and the least of my worries is the safety except for late night at the side alleys. Downtown TJ is the bomb, reminds me of the smaller cities in China in feel. I don't even spend time in San Diego anymore.

My tip is to exchange money in small amounts to not get shortchanged as you may count all these Mexican pesos wrong.
 
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Wth?? I was there mar.3 to 7. Small world, No I dont tip the servers.

What did you think, I saw 4 ladies in those days, going again october.
 

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Going to be writing this in 3 sections

1) the clubs
2) the hotel and surroundings (including the street girls)
3) crossing the borders
 

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Part 3 crossing the borders

Getting into Mexico. Very easy. 2 questions

Getting into US (from Mexico). 1 hour wait (started lineup at 9am)

Getting back into Canada. The process is amazingly efficient (compared to 10 years ago - I do very little international travel). 30 minutes to clear customs and get checked bag

Lesson learned : Get Nexus !!! and avoid the long lines (will be applying this month)
 

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Part 2 the hotel and surroundings (including the street girls)

I stayed at the hotel Velario (1.5 blocks from the clubs). Biggest complaint most of staff spoke no English. Even the front desk was basic English. On the hand, the hotel was clean and the food good and cheap. The room safe didn't work (they didn't have the right keys)(to store my passport). If you want to walk to the hotel from the border (locate the Tijuana arch) and walk about 3 blocks west from the arch.

I never was hassled and always felt safe (returning to hotel at midnight or early morning 6 am) (on the hand I drink very little alcohol and never any drugs).

I never tried any of the street food, maybe if I go back.

I tried one street girl. 20 for her and 5 for the room. When we go into the room she wanted another 5 to remove her top and bra. I should have said no and threaten to walk.

Lesson learned: Learn basic Spanish (and maybe pooning terms)
 

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. Biggest complaint most of staff spoke no English.

Tome el tiempo a aprender un pocito espanol.

I was happy to read your last line about lessons learned and that you want to learn a little Spanish. I've been taking Spanish for 4 years now and am amazed at how far a little local language will take you. I hope you follow up on your commitment.
 

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I have stayed at the Hotel Velario also. Its a very good value, just a hop from everything you could need. I choose to stay further up due to it being too close to the clubs if that makes sense. If you are constantly close to the clubs, you will lose control and spend way more than you budget for in those places. . I stayed at the Aqua Rio one block up from the famous Hotel Ticuan.

Be careful of just booking any old hotel room in Downtown TJ, some are facing or next to all night loud music blaring clubs. I stayed in one once and had to move my room to sleep, do you reviews!!
 

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Part 1 the clubs

Adelita : Entered the bar in afternoon and was approached by a server pushing for me to buy a girl a drink. The prices are a bit cheaper than HK. I bought her a drink and she asked if I wanted to go upstairs. (Not really my style I prefer to the check the layout and vibe first) I said not yet so she left. A couple of minutes another girl was pushed on me and I said no this time. 5 mins later a 3rd girl was pushed on me and I left. My original plan was to check the other clubs (Adelita, Chicago,etc), but this incident left me frustrated. So I aborted the plan.

HK: I went 3 times. First time in the afternoon after checking in my hotel. Stayed 30 minutes and got a decent feel of the place. I never to the top floor at all.
Second time same day at 9 pm. I never found the cigarette smoke that heavy even in the evening (also I'm a non smoker). Saw 2 shaving cream and toy shows. For some reason, I got very little attention for the 1st 2 hours. About 11 pm I was approached by 1 girl. She gave a dance which cost 23 and a bit later I told her I wanted to go upstairs. She said something which I really didn't understand and was led a small room and was given another dance which also cost 23 + room fee. Finally we went upstairs. There seem to be 2 price ranges (80 and 100). This girl was 100. Can't remember her name but she had a decent body (34/36c).
Third time next day in the afternoon. After an hour a cream and toy show started. For most of the 1st song, nobody sat at the stage. Then 2 guys sat the stage. By the 3rd song, I sat at the stage. One girl really liked me. She let me use the dildo on her. I also liked her. I told her come find me after you get cleaned up. We went upstairs. Name :Betty 80. She had a smaller chest 32/34b. Overall its best experience I had there (including the street girl). It was almost GFE.
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I will update parts 1 and 2 as I remember other details. Finally I like Honda's timing of visits. Late Feb/early Mar and late Oct/early Nov. Reasonable temp in Tijuana (minimal snow here).
 

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thanks boyz for the intel. I haven't been to Tijuana before.. i guess I'm gonna have to go!! Sounds fun. When these girls are doing FS.. do they give BBBJ? or covered?

Also.. can you have a cervesa in this place.. or is there no booze? Sounds like you are drinking a lotta cokes.

Note to self... do not bring the GF LoL.
 

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Yes, of course you can have alcohol. I'm just a non drinker.

Regarding the BBBJ, I don't know.

Finally you can bring your GF, at least one guy did.
 
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