Spring escape to Shangri-La... for interested brothers only
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Thanks for the insight on Angeles. I voted for option 2 and when I am able to take a few weeks off to go Asia I will definitely stop by there. Have fun and stay safe!
Hey Tant,
Seems like you are off to a roaringly good start to your pooning holiday. It also seems like you have the right outlook to enjoy your adventure, but also to take any minor setbacks in stride.
Like a number of fellow pooners here, I am thoroughly enjoying your reports. Please keep them coming (and I guess you can read that however you want)!
Seems like you are off to a roaringly good start to your pooning holiday. It also seems like you have the right outlook to enjoy your adventure, but also to take any minor setbacks in stride.
Like a number of fellow pooners here, I am thoroughly enjoying your reports. Please keep them coming (and I guess you can read that however you want)!
Where is "Enjoyment Factor"?
Tant,
Add me to the list of fellow pooners enjoying your reports from the Philippines! Gives me lots of ideas for planning something like that in the next couple of years
Tant,
Add me to the list of fellow pooners enjoying your reports from the Philippines! Gives me lots of ideas for planning something like that in the next couple of years
DAY 4 evening: Meeting with brother Martin, one of my greatest pooning heroes
Spend a leisurely afternoon reading a book, chatting with the hotel staff, swimming in the peacefully deserted pool. An off-season vacation has its perks.
Solve the problem of ants by dousing the kitchen counter with disinfectant consisting of 80% ethyl alcohol. The ants crawling around die and no new ones have so far appeared. I also get two plates from housekeeping, to avoid contact of food with surfaces in my room.
After sunset I pick up my laundry, buy grub at Bretto's, and experience my first brownout on this trip, just as I'm paying for 2 packs of coconut juice at the 7-11. A sudden loss of electricity is common in the Philippines.
An eerie darkness descends on the neighborhood. I buy another roast chicken from a friendly street vendor named Chris.
Power comes back on in half an hour. By that time I've almost finished dinner by flashlight in my room, feasting on the chicken and washing it down with coconut juice.
Indulge in an after-dinner nap, then around 10pm drop in at the Jolly Frog. I'm instantly hugged by tiny Marilyn, who remembers our tryst in December. Mamasan Helen warmly welcomes me back.
Buy P150 lady drinks for mamasan Helen, Marilyn and and Marilyn's best friend Monica. But Monica turns out to be your typical introverted beauty--relying on looks and evidencing little personality.
*Also buy a lady drink for Maui. I take her aside and ask if she does Greek, called "3-holing" here. After a moment's hesitation she says yes. Everything to get *my business, I suppose. It's one thing to promise this service, but quite another to deliver on this promise--and I've no trust in Maui's performance. From the vibes I get, she's a lazy, self-loathing, self-destructive slob. Decide then and there, I won't barfine her.*
As I leave the Jolly Frog, Marilyn runs after me. She offers to do a "sneak-out" for me and come to my hotel tomorrow, outside of work hours. I politely decline, stressing that I don't want to piss off mamasan Helen. Also don't feel desire to repeat with Marilyn in view of so many enticing options.
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Next I walk to Shipwrecked bar on Fields, to track down Angeles' most famous author: brother Martin, whose superb posts place the Asian Escapades website in a class of its own.
*He also manages Shipwrecked, but when I ask about him there, a mamasan tells me*he's at a nearby bar called "Red." I find him there in the company of a New Zealand buddy named Anthony and Anthony's ladyfriend.
Martin and I immediately have intellectual rapport and chat for nearly 2 hrs. He studied English Literature and Political Science and worked in the corporate world before coming to the Philippines at age 32.
*He got hooked on the laid-back, sex-saturated lifestyle here and has managed bars in Manila and Angeles, married twice, and now raises 2 kids with his 30-yr-old wife (he's 54). He's a moderate drinker and a smoker, but impressively personable and stil quite handsome, except for a bit of a paunch.
He bemoans lack of intellectual stimulation in Angeles. He explains to me the two-fold causes of recent bar raids, which impact the number of mongers coming to Angeles. His wife just graduated from a hotel management program, so she can stand on her own economic feet.
*He worries about the fact that he won't have a pension to support them. He's hoping to turn his "Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer," once completed, into an e-book. I consider this the greatest literary work in its genre--but, given Martin's unabashed celebration of commercial sex, it may not meet Amazon's antiporn guidelines.
Martin buys a round of drinks and insists on paying for my mango juice. He thanks me for encouraging his writing projects. We finally part at 1am, because he needs to assume management duties at Shipwrecked.
What a gracious, friendly and cultured gentleman! Meeting Martin and his buddy Anthony was definitely the social highlight of my trip. I leave Red bar in high spirits, to walk the 15 min back to my hotel.
Spend a leisurely afternoon reading a book, chatting with the hotel staff, swimming in the peacefully deserted pool. An off-season vacation has its perks.
Solve the problem of ants by dousing the kitchen counter with disinfectant consisting of 80% ethyl alcohol. The ants crawling around die and no new ones have so far appeared. I also get two plates from housekeeping, to avoid contact of food with surfaces in my room.
After sunset I pick up my laundry, buy grub at Bretto's, and experience my first brownout on this trip, just as I'm paying for 2 packs of coconut juice at the 7-11. A sudden loss of electricity is common in the Philippines.
An eerie darkness descends on the neighborhood. I buy another roast chicken from a friendly street vendor named Chris.
Power comes back on in half an hour. By that time I've almost finished dinner by flashlight in my room, feasting on the chicken and washing it down with coconut juice.
Indulge in an after-dinner nap, then around 10pm drop in at the Jolly Frog. I'm instantly hugged by tiny Marilyn, who remembers our tryst in December. Mamasan Helen warmly welcomes me back.
Buy P150 lady drinks for mamasan Helen, Marilyn and and Marilyn's best friend Monica. But Monica turns out to be your typical introverted beauty--relying on looks and evidencing little personality.
*Also buy a lady drink for Maui. I take her aside and ask if she does Greek, called "3-holing" here. After a moment's hesitation she says yes. Everything to get *my business, I suppose. It's one thing to promise this service, but quite another to deliver on this promise--and I've no trust in Maui's performance. From the vibes I get, she's a lazy, self-loathing, self-destructive slob. Decide then and there, I won't barfine her.*
As I leave the Jolly Frog, Marilyn runs after me. She offers to do a "sneak-out" for me and come to my hotel tomorrow, outside of work hours. I politely decline, stressing that I don't want to piss off mamasan Helen. Also don't feel desire to repeat with Marilyn in view of so many enticing options.
---
Next I walk to Shipwrecked bar on Fields, to track down Angeles' most famous author: brother Martin, whose superb posts place the Asian Escapades website in a class of its own.
*He also manages Shipwrecked, but when I ask about him there, a mamasan tells me*he's at a nearby bar called "Red." I find him there in the company of a New Zealand buddy named Anthony and Anthony's ladyfriend.
Martin and I immediately have intellectual rapport and chat for nearly 2 hrs. He studied English Literature and Political Science and worked in the corporate world before coming to the Philippines at age 32.
*He got hooked on the laid-back, sex-saturated lifestyle here and has managed bars in Manila and Angeles, married twice, and now raises 2 kids with his 30-yr-old wife (he's 54). He's a moderate drinker and a smoker, but impressively personable and stil quite handsome, except for a bit of a paunch.
He bemoans lack of intellectual stimulation in Angeles. He explains to me the two-fold causes of recent bar raids, which impact the number of mongers coming to Angeles. His wife just graduated from a hotel management program, so she can stand on her own economic feet.
*He worries about the fact that he won't have a pension to support them. He's hoping to turn his "Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer," once completed, into an e-book. I consider this the greatest literary work in its genre--but, given Martin's unabashed celebration of commercial sex, it may not meet Amazon's antiporn guidelines.
Martin buys a round of drinks and insists on paying for my mango juice. He thanks me for encouraging his writing projects. We finally part at 1am, because he needs to assume management duties at Shipwrecked.
What a gracious, friendly and cultured gentleman! Meeting Martin and his buddy Anthony was definitely the social highlight of my trip. I leave Red bar in high spirits, to walk the 15 min back to my hotel.
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DAY 5 in Angeles: "Sneak-out" overnighter with Michelle @ Jolly Frog bar
On my way back from meeting brother Martin, I cross paths with hordes of freelancers, among them none other than Belinda!
The two of us had some great times plus minor drama back in December. Belinda is garrishly dolled up and looks at me hopefully.
But, as with Grace two days ago, I just greet her, make perfunctory small talk and move on. Sad how these older bargirls, in their mid-30s, are often reduced to hustling in the streets.
---
There's another all-girl drinking party in the same spot as yesterday, just outside the Xenum bars. It includes Maui and Jessica again, as well as Maya from Bar Rio (my first barfine on this trip!) and a Jolly Frog girl named Michelle.*
I exchange cheery pleasantries with the girls and start chatting with Michelle. I feel spontaneous chemistry between us. *She's 34, slim and dainty, and has finely-chiseled features with big captivating eyes, enhanced by careful makeup.*
I learn, Michelle grew up in Manila, finished highschool and a year of business college, did three 6-month stints as a "cultural dancer" in Japan, and bought a small house outside Manila with her earnings. She has an Italian granddad and two kids.
*She converses intelligently and insists, she hasn't been drinking much. So I invite her to stay overnight with me, for P1200. She agrees zestily, and together we head to my hotel 3 min away.
Before hitting the sack, Michelle joins me for a *dip in the pool and initiates passionate DFK--a good sign. She says, "I love sex when I like the man."
We share a nice shower, but it's*close to 3am. I won't risk a low-quality bang but postpone lechery till the morning.
We do a lot of cuddling during the night. I enjoy the anticipatory feeling of even better things to come.*At 8am I begin caressing Michelle, but she complains of a headache.*
Guess she drank quite a bit last night after all and suffers from a hangover. I give her a Tylenol, and we talk about our respective life histories.*
Then Michelle drops back off to sleep, while I do my*usual morning swim. Ah well, I'm thinking, even if things don't pan out sexually, Michelle was affectionate company. I'll just go with the flow and not pressure her.
But wow, my patience pays off. Around 10am Michelle nestles up against me with her face under my chin, our legs intertwined. Suddenly she starts squeezing Junior. When I'm partly erect, she launches into a BBBJ that's nothing short of tantalizing.
I lower between her legs, but she's shy about DATY, perhaps because she hasn't showered yet. I squirt lube on her passion slit, rub it a bit and then apply the vibrator. She squirms responsively and takes over the controls while I cap Junior.
The ensuing erotic joust is prolonged, uninhibited and exhilarating. Michelle is the most unrestrained kisser imaginable. That always gets my juices flowing, provided I find the lady attractive.
All positions feel terrific, including spooning and reverse piledriver. Michelle's butthole has a cute gape that lends itself to fingering--but she seems just too dainty for Greek free of pain or even injury, so I don't ask.*
But she's agile and tireless in ACG, riding up a storm that almost catapults *me beyond the brink of no return.
Who could have known this lady is such a first-rate lay! I climb heights of lust I don't often experience. Eventually, after several partial ejaculations, I hammer her wildly in mish until I shoot my load, her fiery big eyes looking at me as if in wonder.
---
I place P1500 on Michelle's handbag. We go for breakfast to a little restaurant around the corner. The owner turns out to be a corpulent American named*Ed, who does stocktrading and runs this as a sideline, to keep his girlfriend employed. We order two servings of rice and fish, along with iced tea and juice.
Michelle has an hour to kill before her shift at the bar, so I invite her for another swim. As she*puts on her red bra and panties to use in the pool, she looks at herself in the mirror and mutters,*"I'm not sexy."
"You're super-sexy," I say and jokingly add, "Want me to fuck you again?"*
"Why not," Michelle spontaneously replies.
*Onto the bed she goes, off with her underwear, lube on her slit, a bit of vibrator play and digits, and soon her receptive sausage wallet engulfs my *plump salami.
Michelle bucks and pushes in response to my strokes like a sexy beast unleashed from its shackles. I go hard at it in mish and doggie, sliding a fingertip up her easily dilating pooper.
I grab the vibrator. ""Put it into your ass," I say. At first she timidly vibrates only the outside, but I lube up her anal gate and guide her hand to shove half the length of the vibrator up her butt. She's totally cooperative.
My arousal reaches a high pitch, and I trash Michelle's amazingly*
robust kitty in mish till I erupt a second time inside this hottie.
---
Michelle's shift in the Jolly Frog begins in 5 min, so we say goodbye at the entrance to my hotel. I'm blissed out and erotically sated.
*
*Michelle confirmed one of my guiding belief in this hobby:**riper women fuck better. Many exceptions to this--but it's certainly true that a woman in her 30s had a *chance to be erotically awakened in a way that's rarely true of younger girls.
On my way back from meeting brother Martin, I cross paths with hordes of freelancers, among them none other than Belinda!
The two of us had some great times plus minor drama back in December. Belinda is garrishly dolled up and looks at me hopefully.
But, as with Grace two days ago, I just greet her, make perfunctory small talk and move on. Sad how these older bargirls, in their mid-30s, are often reduced to hustling in the streets.
---
There's another all-girl drinking party in the same spot as yesterday, just outside the Xenum bars. It includes Maui and Jessica again, as well as Maya from Bar Rio (my first barfine on this trip!) and a Jolly Frog girl named Michelle.*
I exchange cheery pleasantries with the girls and start chatting with Michelle. I feel spontaneous chemistry between us. *She's 34, slim and dainty, and has finely-chiseled features with big captivating eyes, enhanced by careful makeup.*
I learn, Michelle grew up in Manila, finished highschool and a year of business college, did three 6-month stints as a "cultural dancer" in Japan, and bought a small house outside Manila with her earnings. She has an Italian granddad and two kids.
*She converses intelligently and insists, she hasn't been drinking much. So I invite her to stay overnight with me, for P1200. She agrees zestily, and together we head to my hotel 3 min away.
Before hitting the sack, Michelle joins me for a *dip in the pool and initiates passionate DFK--a good sign. She says, "I love sex when I like the man."
We share a nice shower, but it's*close to 3am. I won't risk a low-quality bang but postpone lechery till the morning.
We do a lot of cuddling during the night. I enjoy the anticipatory feeling of even better things to come.*At 8am I begin caressing Michelle, but she complains of a headache.*
Guess she drank quite a bit last night after all and suffers from a hangover. I give her a Tylenol, and we talk about our respective life histories.*
Then Michelle drops back off to sleep, while I do my*usual morning swim. Ah well, I'm thinking, even if things don't pan out sexually, Michelle was affectionate company. I'll just go with the flow and not pressure her.
But wow, my patience pays off. Around 10am Michelle nestles up against me with her face under my chin, our legs intertwined. Suddenly she starts squeezing Junior. When I'm partly erect, she launches into a BBBJ that's nothing short of tantalizing.
I lower between her legs, but she's shy about DATY, perhaps because she hasn't showered yet. I squirt lube on her passion slit, rub it a bit and then apply the vibrator. She squirms responsively and takes over the controls while I cap Junior.
The ensuing erotic joust is prolonged, uninhibited and exhilarating. Michelle is the most unrestrained kisser imaginable. That always gets my juices flowing, provided I find the lady attractive.
All positions feel terrific, including spooning and reverse piledriver. Michelle's butthole has a cute gape that lends itself to fingering--but she seems just too dainty for Greek free of pain or even injury, so I don't ask.*
But she's agile and tireless in ACG, riding up a storm that almost catapults *me beyond the brink of no return.
Who could have known this lady is such a first-rate lay! I climb heights of lust I don't often experience. Eventually, after several partial ejaculations, I hammer her wildly in mish until I shoot my load, her fiery big eyes looking at me as if in wonder.
---
I place P1500 on Michelle's handbag. We go for breakfast to a little restaurant around the corner. The owner turns out to be a corpulent American named*Ed, who does stocktrading and runs this as a sideline, to keep his girlfriend employed. We order two servings of rice and fish, along with iced tea and juice.
Michelle has an hour to kill before her shift at the bar, so I invite her for another swim. As she*puts on her red bra and panties to use in the pool, she looks at herself in the mirror and mutters,*"I'm not sexy."
"You're super-sexy," I say and jokingly add, "Want me to fuck you again?"*
"Why not," Michelle spontaneously replies.
*Onto the bed she goes, off with her underwear, lube on her slit, a bit of vibrator play and digits, and soon her receptive sausage wallet engulfs my *plump salami.
Michelle bucks and pushes in response to my strokes like a sexy beast unleashed from its shackles. I go hard at it in mish and doggie, sliding a fingertip up her easily dilating pooper.
I grab the vibrator. ""Put it into your ass," I say. At first she timidly vibrates only the outside, but I lube up her anal gate and guide her hand to shove half the length of the vibrator up her butt. She's totally cooperative.
My arousal reaches a high pitch, and I trash Michelle's amazingly*
robust kitty in mish till I erupt a second time inside this hottie.
---
Michelle's shift in the Jolly Frog begins in 5 min, so we say goodbye at the entrance to my hotel. I'm blissed out and erotically sated.
*
*Michelle confirmed one of my guiding belief in this hobby:**riper women fuck better. Many exceptions to this--but it's certainly true that a woman in her 30s had a *chance to be erotically awakened in a way that's rarely true of younger girls.
Brothers, your feedback warms my heart...and spurs me on to keep posting my travel blog. I'm pleasantly surprised about the dearth of naysayers--or perhaps I've convinced them all that responsible travelling hobbyism is really a good thing?
One of the greatest things about a Philippine vacation is that indulgences like daily poons and quality massages don't have an exorbitant cumulative price tag attached. Here, I can ravish one sultry hottie after another on a daily basis, yet it doesn't punch a big hole in my bank account.
Hey, brother bill555--I'm staying at a considerably cheaper place than the Orchid Inn, but I'd rather keep it under wraps for the time being. If you're headed to Angeles, I'd be pleased to let you know via PM.
I'm all pooned out for today, but will indulge in a 60-min 4-hands massage, for P380 (about $10, with tips).
Very inspiring, Tant...really awesome that you're able to go and have such an interesting adventure. I'm also a single, unattached fella who has no social strings holding me back from such an adventure, other than cash...but if I save my nickels...Brothers, your feedback warms my heart...and spurs me on to keep posting my travel blog. I'm pleasantly surprised about the dearth of naysayers--or perhaps I've convinced them all that responsible travelling hobbyism is really a good thing?
One of the greatest things about a Philippine vacation is that indulgences like daily poons and quality massages don't have an exorbitant cumulative price tag attached. Here, I can ravish one sultry hottie after another on a daily basis, yet it doesn't punch a big hole in my bank account.
Hey, brother bill555--I'm staying at a considerably cheaper place than the Orchid Inn, but I'd rather keep it under wraps for the time being. If you're headed to Angeles, I'd be pleased to let you know via PM.
I'm all pooned out for today, but will indulge in a 60-min 4-hands massage, for P380 (about $10, with tips).
DAY 5 continued: Fraternizing, massage & changing plans
Spend the afternoon swimming, gorging on leftover chicken, writing and reading, snoozing...and swimming some more. That pool is worth its weight in gold for me.
It's getting dark here around 6pm, but even after sunset the heat remains intense. By the pool I meet one of only 3 fellow residents at my hotel: Eric, a grinning American retiree who lives in La Union, a beach town NW of Angeles.
They have a small go-go scene as well. "But when you live in the Philippines," Eric says jadedly, "getting laid every day isn't quite as urgent as when you're just visiting."
I ask if he's married to a Filipina, like so many ex-pats.
"Hell no," Eric says. "I'm single, and I'm happier than 9O percent of the married guys I know. Staying single is the way to go."
A little extreme perhaps, but I tend to agree. Relationships have a trajectory which, after an initial high, is usually downward.
Feel a brotherly kinship with Eric: both of us love women and adventure too much to allow anyone or anything to tie us down.
I mention that only one of my bargirls so far brought condoms along. Eric surprises me by sharing that he shags "without condom." He explains why he thinks the risks of going bareback are widely exaggerated.
This time I don't agree. It's condom city all the way for me.
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Go to a nearby massage spa I haven't yet tried. It's nicely air-conditioned, with 3 cute therapists waiting for customers.
I get a lively 23-yr-old who does a fine job and sings Celine Dion songs. We drift into a friendly discussion about love. I say it's a crazy sickness, and she says it's the sweetest thing in life. Perhaps we're both right?
Next I shop to restock my fridge with water and juice. Get caught up in a tropical downpour on the way back. A few ominous raindrops at first, then suddenly the sluice gates open with a vengeance. It's like standing under a warm waterfall.
Make it back to my hotel within 5 min, drenched to the bone. No harm done; it's just water.
Intented to resume my bar crawl tonight. But take it easy instead and catch up on sleep. That's the great advantage of a solo trip through life: I can readily change my mind and do whatever I please from moment to moment.
A decision begins crystallizing in me to hop over to Subic Bay for 3 days. Not that I've exhausted erotic possibilities in Angeles--that would take many lifetimes--but I'd like to experience the riotous atmosphere on those floating girlie bars again.
Spend the afternoon swimming, gorging on leftover chicken, writing and reading, snoozing...and swimming some more. That pool is worth its weight in gold for me.
It's getting dark here around 6pm, but even after sunset the heat remains intense. By the pool I meet one of only 3 fellow residents at my hotel: Eric, a grinning American retiree who lives in La Union, a beach town NW of Angeles.
They have a small go-go scene as well. "But when you live in the Philippines," Eric says jadedly, "getting laid every day isn't quite as urgent as when you're just visiting."
I ask if he's married to a Filipina, like so many ex-pats.
"Hell no," Eric says. "I'm single, and I'm happier than 9O percent of the married guys I know. Staying single is the way to go."
A little extreme perhaps, but I tend to agree. Relationships have a trajectory which, after an initial high, is usually downward.
Feel a brotherly kinship with Eric: both of us love women and adventure too much to allow anyone or anything to tie us down.
I mention that only one of my bargirls so far brought condoms along. Eric surprises me by sharing that he shags "without condom." He explains why he thinks the risks of going bareback are widely exaggerated.
This time I don't agree. It's condom city all the way for me.
---
Go to a nearby massage spa I haven't yet tried. It's nicely air-conditioned, with 3 cute therapists waiting for customers.
I get a lively 23-yr-old who does a fine job and sings Celine Dion songs. We drift into a friendly discussion about love. I say it's a crazy sickness, and she says it's the sweetest thing in life. Perhaps we're both right?
Next I shop to restock my fridge with water and juice. Get caught up in a tropical downpour on the way back. A few ominous raindrops at first, then suddenly the sluice gates open with a vengeance. It's like standing under a warm waterfall.
Make it back to my hotel within 5 min, drenched to the bone. No harm done; it's just water.
Intented to resume my bar crawl tonight. But take it easy instead and catch up on sleep. That's the great advantage of a solo trip through life: I can readily change my mind and do whatever I please from moment to moment.
A decision begins crystallizing in me to hop over to Subic Bay for 3 days. Not that I've exhausted erotic possibilities in Angeles--that would take many lifetimes--but I'd like to experience the riotous atmosphere on those floating girlie bars again.
DAY 6 in Angeles: On-premise romp with mature Jenny @ Cora Marie Cafe
Wake up at 4am feeling well-rested, my erotic batteries recharged after yesterday's MSOG.
First swim 20 laps, then switch on my i-pad at the bar by the pool. I notice Wilma, my chambermaid, sleeping all curled up on a deck chair between the bar and the fridge.
It's getting light here around 5am. Cocks are crowing in the neighborhood and dogs barking. I decide to go for an early morning stroll to Fields. Can't believe the traffic and crowds milling in the streets already at this time!
Stop in for breakfast at Jollibees, the most popular fastfood franchise in the Philippines. For P99 ($ 2) I order a meal consisting of corned beef, an egg, a big scoop of rice, plus peach pie and pineapple juice, all of it delicious.
Walking south on McArthur, I check out Big Thommy's Hotel & Resort, which advertises incredible rates and has a swimming pool. But the place looks closed down. Another business dream gone bust, like so many in this country?
Walk past the collossal PAGCOR palace, with its facade of large sculptures fringing a striking mosaic, which--a security guard tells me--is the Angeles casino. A place, I'd bet, where mostly poor Filipinos get even poorer.
I see an appealing place called "The Coffee Academy" on the other side of the street. With difficulty I cross McArthur Highway--there're no pedestrian crossings anywhere. McArthur represents the worst of Philippine commercial clutter and traffic chaos, and people risk their lives trying to cross.
In The Coffee Academy I break my "no coffee" rule and treat myself to a creamy hot chocolate with a shot of coffee. One lives just once, in all likelihood.
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At around 8am I take a side street that cuts from McArthur to Santos. As I walk past the southern-most Santos bar, whose sign says "Cora Marie Cafe formerly Flaming," a mature lady waves at me.
I assume she's the mamasan. Can't hurt to check out the goods over a mango juice, I'm thinking--so I follow her inside. It's a remarkably cozy bar with a long curved countertop, and there're 3 other ladies, all of them more or less well-preserved matures.
Turns out, Jenny is not a mamasan but a waitress, and as we sit at the bar counter, she immediately begins rubbing Junior through my pants. As soon as she gets the old rascal stirring, it's as if a major switch of erotic appetite is thrown in my head.
I learn, Jenny is 42, from Samar City, and has 1 kid. She's a faded ex-beauty with a sweet demeanor who still bears traces of her former physical charms. She also has big mammaries, which she encourages me to touch and knead right at the bar.
"Let's go to the back," she says. "It's only 700" (about $17).
Jenny confirms, that price is for full boom-boom. Most wine bars have stopped on-premise romps due to a recent police raid, but to my surprise, this bar still dares to provide back-room service.
Turns out, the boom-boom room is quite nice by Filipino brothel standards and even has air-con. There's a dirty ashtray, but disappointingly Jenny says she doesn't smoke.
But she's clearly within doable limits for me. Only problem is, I didn't expect an opportunity for backroom sex and left my pooning pouch in the hotelroom. So I've no lube and no vibrator on me, though I did stuff 2 "emergency" condoms into my pocket.
When I tell Jenny I want to go back to my hotel first to get lube, the friendly barmaid Lisa runs to a store next door and brings back whitening lotion! Probably won't make my cock fall off. It's a deal.
I give P900 to Lisa--P700 for boom-boom, and P200 for my mango juice and Jenny's lady drink. Jenny gives both our privates a good wash, but there's no soap, and she hands me a tiny raglike towel. I use my own sweat towel for drying off.
Jenny's naked body is okay for a once-pretty, middle-aged Filipina with a hard life: pendulous juggs, bit of a rice belly, nice puffy-looking clam. She has a sweet melancholy face, but I forego kissing and a BBBJ because I noticed bad teeth.
I let her lie back and rub herself while I jerk Junior rigid. She slaps whitening lotion on her kitty and whips the lotion into a delightful froth. I also get her to finger her pooper, which always gives me a charge.
A surprise awaits me upon penetration: Jenny's passion tunnel is virgin-tight. She tells me, it's her first boom-boom in a year! Without lots of lotion, no way my drillbit could have cleared this pinhole of a pussy.
As soon as Junior encounters unexpected but welcome tightness, he rigidifies further and stays solidly interested. I pump Jenny in mish, somewhat awkward ACG and utterly satisfying doggie and lazy doggie.
The air-con is weak, and I sweat buckets. Our tryst certainly isn't romantic love-making but pure getting-my-rocks-off horndoggery. Amazingly, Jenny is aroused now too and seems to enjoy merciless impalement.
I use up both my condoms. There's messy whitening lotion all over our nether regions. Jenny bounces rhythmically along as I slam my rod into her. I finally donate her a gusher of man juice in vigorous mish.
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After we detach, Jenny is giddy like a teenager on her first date. She asks for my phone number and, when I say I have no phone, for the name and room number of my hotel.
But I saw two darker-skinned matures in the bar that turn my crank. I give Jenny a P100 tip, and we return to the main bar area.
I learn from bartender Lisa, this bar has 7 ladies, most of them smokers.
I tell Lisa the air-con in the boom-boom room needs fixing. Turning to Jenny, I add, "And you should get your teeth fixed too."
"Impossible," Lisa says, on Jenny's behalf. "New teeth cost P5000."
That's around $120 and apparently, out of reach for a budget joy provider like Jenny.
I'm seen out by Lisa. "Come back tomorrow," she says.
"Sure will," I say. "Just hope Jenny won't mind if I pick a different girl."
"Oh no," Lisa says. "This is boom-boom business."
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I return to my hotel, my spirits high. I've a bit of a fetish for banging naughty matures in sleazy hovels.
A lady's inexpensiveness is a turn-on for me, provided she displays a sweet character, cooperation with all reasonable requests and, ideally, a bit of passion.
Saw lots of young stunners loitering on Fields--but this morning, more mature Jenny fit the bill for me.
Wake up at 4am feeling well-rested, my erotic batteries recharged after yesterday's MSOG.
First swim 20 laps, then switch on my i-pad at the bar by the pool. I notice Wilma, my chambermaid, sleeping all curled up on a deck chair between the bar and the fridge.
It's getting light here around 5am. Cocks are crowing in the neighborhood and dogs barking. I decide to go for an early morning stroll to Fields. Can't believe the traffic and crowds milling in the streets already at this time!
Stop in for breakfast at Jollibees, the most popular fastfood franchise in the Philippines. For P99 ($ 2) I order a meal consisting of corned beef, an egg, a big scoop of rice, plus peach pie and pineapple juice, all of it delicious.
Walking south on McArthur, I check out Big Thommy's Hotel & Resort, which advertises incredible rates and has a swimming pool. But the place looks closed down. Another business dream gone bust, like so many in this country?
Walk past the collossal PAGCOR palace, with its facade of large sculptures fringing a striking mosaic, which--a security guard tells me--is the Angeles casino. A place, I'd bet, where mostly poor Filipinos get even poorer.
I see an appealing place called "The Coffee Academy" on the other side of the street. With difficulty I cross McArthur Highway--there're no pedestrian crossings anywhere. McArthur represents the worst of Philippine commercial clutter and traffic chaos, and people risk their lives trying to cross.
In The Coffee Academy I break my "no coffee" rule and treat myself to a creamy hot chocolate with a shot of coffee. One lives just once, in all likelihood.
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At around 8am I take a side street that cuts from McArthur to Santos. As I walk past the southern-most Santos bar, whose sign says "Cora Marie Cafe formerly Flaming," a mature lady waves at me.
I assume she's the mamasan. Can't hurt to check out the goods over a mango juice, I'm thinking--so I follow her inside. It's a remarkably cozy bar with a long curved countertop, and there're 3 other ladies, all of them more or less well-preserved matures.
Turns out, Jenny is not a mamasan but a waitress, and as we sit at the bar counter, she immediately begins rubbing Junior through my pants. As soon as she gets the old rascal stirring, it's as if a major switch of erotic appetite is thrown in my head.
I learn, Jenny is 42, from Samar City, and has 1 kid. She's a faded ex-beauty with a sweet demeanor who still bears traces of her former physical charms. She also has big mammaries, which she encourages me to touch and knead right at the bar.
"Let's go to the back," she says. "It's only 700" (about $17).
Jenny confirms, that price is for full boom-boom. Most wine bars have stopped on-premise romps due to a recent police raid, but to my surprise, this bar still dares to provide back-room service.
Turns out, the boom-boom room is quite nice by Filipino brothel standards and even has air-con. There's a dirty ashtray, but disappointingly Jenny says she doesn't smoke.
But she's clearly within doable limits for me. Only problem is, I didn't expect an opportunity for backroom sex and left my pooning pouch in the hotelroom. So I've no lube and no vibrator on me, though I did stuff 2 "emergency" condoms into my pocket.
When I tell Jenny I want to go back to my hotel first to get lube, the friendly barmaid Lisa runs to a store next door and brings back whitening lotion! Probably won't make my cock fall off. It's a deal.
I give P900 to Lisa--P700 for boom-boom, and P200 for my mango juice and Jenny's lady drink. Jenny gives both our privates a good wash, but there's no soap, and she hands me a tiny raglike towel. I use my own sweat towel for drying off.
Jenny's naked body is okay for a once-pretty, middle-aged Filipina with a hard life: pendulous juggs, bit of a rice belly, nice puffy-looking clam. She has a sweet melancholy face, but I forego kissing and a BBBJ because I noticed bad teeth.
I let her lie back and rub herself while I jerk Junior rigid. She slaps whitening lotion on her kitty and whips the lotion into a delightful froth. I also get her to finger her pooper, which always gives me a charge.
A surprise awaits me upon penetration: Jenny's passion tunnel is virgin-tight. She tells me, it's her first boom-boom in a year! Without lots of lotion, no way my drillbit could have cleared this pinhole of a pussy.
As soon as Junior encounters unexpected but welcome tightness, he rigidifies further and stays solidly interested. I pump Jenny in mish, somewhat awkward ACG and utterly satisfying doggie and lazy doggie.
The air-con is weak, and I sweat buckets. Our tryst certainly isn't romantic love-making but pure getting-my-rocks-off horndoggery. Amazingly, Jenny is aroused now too and seems to enjoy merciless impalement.
I use up both my condoms. There's messy whitening lotion all over our nether regions. Jenny bounces rhythmically along as I slam my rod into her. I finally donate her a gusher of man juice in vigorous mish.
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After we detach, Jenny is giddy like a teenager on her first date. She asks for my phone number and, when I say I have no phone, for the name and room number of my hotel.
But I saw two darker-skinned matures in the bar that turn my crank. I give Jenny a P100 tip, and we return to the main bar area.
I learn from bartender Lisa, this bar has 7 ladies, most of them smokers.
I tell Lisa the air-con in the boom-boom room needs fixing. Turning to Jenny, I add, "And you should get your teeth fixed too."
"Impossible," Lisa says, on Jenny's behalf. "New teeth cost P5000."
That's around $120 and apparently, out of reach for a budget joy provider like Jenny.
I'm seen out by Lisa. "Come back tomorrow," she says.
"Sure will," I say. "Just hope Jenny won't mind if I pick a different girl."
"Oh no," Lisa says. "This is boom-boom business."
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I return to my hotel, my spirits high. I've a bit of a fetish for banging naughty matures in sleazy hovels.
A lady's inexpensiveness is a turn-on for me, provided she displays a sweet character, cooperation with all reasonable requests and, ideally, a bit of passion.
Saw lots of young stunners loitering on Fields--but this morning, more mature Jenny fit the bill for me.
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I have read about your travels with an open mind. I am not a huge believer in 3rd world sex tourism. But I'm a live and let live kinda guy. However it is disgusting to me to that you tell a lady that is almost certainly living well below the poverty level to get her teeth fixed knowing that is about as financially attainable as booking a ticket to Mars. Your financial success compared to her does not excuse bad manners. Do you think that she doesn't know that her teeth a bad?
Show some class man if she was good enough to suck you dick 5 minutes ago she is good enough to be a bit of a gentleman and not spout off whatever pops into your mind. Her teeth may be awful but you seem like a smart guy and surely to Christ must realize a lady working in a bar who has not had sex in a year probably isn't flush with cash for cosmetic dental work.
Enjoy your trip and all that comes with it but don't be the rich out of touch asshole that is unaware of his surroundings! It is not my plan to foist my feelings on sex tourism onto you, just asking that you be somewhat sensitive to what is going on around you...
Show some class man if she was good enough to suck you dick 5 minutes ago she is good enough to be a bit of a gentleman and not spout off whatever pops into your mind. Her teeth may be awful but you seem like a smart guy and surely to Christ must realize a lady working in a bar who has not had sex in a year probably isn't flush with cash for cosmetic dental work.
Enjoy your trip and all that comes with it but don't be the rich out of touch asshole that is unaware of his surroundings! It is not my plan to foist my feelings on sex tourism onto you, just asking that you be somewhat sensitive to what is going on around you...
Tant gives some honest market feedback to a SP which of course he did not do unless he felt like helping her through the customer feedback, and........
He gets roasted. I sometimes wonder who is the more sincere, the one who knows something which could help someone but could not be bothered to risk offending them with the feedback. (well intentioned or not, good manners or not basically could not be bothered....) Or, the person who on a down to earth level shares their thoughts with someone.
I don't read Tant as someone lacking goodwill towards others. May be a bit hasty in judging him on this one folks......
He gets roasted. I sometimes wonder who is the more sincere, the one who knows something which could help someone but could not be bothered to risk offending them with the feedback. (well intentioned or not, good manners or not basically could not be bothered....) Or, the person who on a down to earth level shares their thoughts with someone.
I don't read Tant as someone lacking goodwill towards others. May be a bit hasty in judging him on this one folks......
DAY 6 continued: Afternoon routine & bar crawl*
Sit with my i-pad by the hotel reception near the entrance where the wi-fi is strongest. Suddenly I'm accosted by a pudgy-faced woman standing just outside in the street. She keeps bugging me--a total stranger--for money because "my mother is in hospital." I say sorry, but I'm already helping the needy in my own way.
I swim some more and eat a snack before checking out the massage spa at nearby Horizonhill Hotel. The price is P250 for a 1-hr body massage, P50 lower than most spas. The superb massage I get from a quiet girl named Rose is better than at most spas. Goes to show, what you get isn't always directly proportional to how much you pay.
Rose seems joyous about my P100 tip. The Horizonhill has a pool and cheaper rates than my current hotel, but when I ask to be shown a standard room, I find it worn and stuffy.
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From 6pm*on, I hit 4 bars in the same block where the Jolly Frog is located. First I go into Drill Shack bar; not very lively or comfy; and they have no mango juice! I'm out of there in a flash.
Next I enter Big Hits Sports Bar. A bunch of guys and just a handful of girls, none of whom tickles my fancy at first glance. After leaving, I briefly stop outside to write a reminder about this bar into my notebook. I'm observed by a waitress or mamasan standing outside, who gives me a nasty look.
My third bar is the Blue Flame. Only 1 other customer, and I pick a strategic couch-type seat in front of the stage on which 8 pretty young girls are sluggishly shaking their bodies.*
A mature waitress with a toothy smile takes my order, pours mango juice from the can into my glass, then sits down next to me and asks me the usual questions. Her name is Eileen, 42, from Mindoro, 3 kids, husband died in an accident.
I ask her which girls on stage fininished highschool, but Eileen doesn't know--it's only her 4th day working here. She's friendly and pleasantly chatty, but not by any stretch of the imagination attractive.*Must be hard, for someone like her, to be working alongside young stunners.
I feel sorry for her and buy her P150 lady drink. She keeps calling me handsome and underestimates my age by 10 yrs. I learn, this bar is currently under police surveilance, and a customer needs to walk out a few minutes ahead of the girl he barfined. A silly charade that fools no one--but sure sounds, there's trouble in pooners' paradise.
*I give Eileen a job to complete before my next visit to Blue Flame: find me a girl that finished highschool, smokes and, preferably, is a 3-holer.
"That will be difficult," Eileen chuckles.
I pay the P220 bill and continue my bar crawl. Next I check out Nightmoves, one of the bigger bars around. The girls on stage look bored and barely move, but there's a surprising number of customers.
As I drink my mango juice, a girl at the next table gives me the eye, but she's not my type, and I don't invite her over. Nor do I feel like calling a girl off the stage.*I leave Nightmoves within 10 min, never to return.*
I get P12 000 from the bank machine at the Lewis Grand; want to buy some roast chicken but find street vendor Chris absent tonight; and buy some food and drink at two nearby stores.
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On the way I'm passing by Midnight Rock and see owner Rockin' Dave on the porch. His place was once my favorite hangout--I barfined 4 girls from there. We shake hands, and he seems unperturbed by the recent P75 000 robbery at gunpoint.*
When Dave asks, "Are you coming in?", I reply, "Later." Midnight Rock has music I like, but the girls are mostly broilers.*
Make it back to my hotel just before another cloudburst swoops down with massive squalls of rain. This time, I'm safely sheltered inside, filling up on salami sandwiches along with a yoghurt drink.*
Sit with my i-pad by the hotel reception near the entrance where the wi-fi is strongest. Suddenly I'm accosted by a pudgy-faced woman standing just outside in the street. She keeps bugging me--a total stranger--for money because "my mother is in hospital." I say sorry, but I'm already helping the needy in my own way.
I swim some more and eat a snack before checking out the massage spa at nearby Horizonhill Hotel. The price is P250 for a 1-hr body massage, P50 lower than most spas. The superb massage I get from a quiet girl named Rose is better than at most spas. Goes to show, what you get isn't always directly proportional to how much you pay.
Rose seems joyous about my P100 tip. The Horizonhill has a pool and cheaper rates than my current hotel, but when I ask to be shown a standard room, I find it worn and stuffy.
---
From 6pm*on, I hit 4 bars in the same block where the Jolly Frog is located. First I go into Drill Shack bar; not very lively or comfy; and they have no mango juice! I'm out of there in a flash.
Next I enter Big Hits Sports Bar. A bunch of guys and just a handful of girls, none of whom tickles my fancy at first glance. After leaving, I briefly stop outside to write a reminder about this bar into my notebook. I'm observed by a waitress or mamasan standing outside, who gives me a nasty look.
My third bar is the Blue Flame. Only 1 other customer, and I pick a strategic couch-type seat in front of the stage on which 8 pretty young girls are sluggishly shaking their bodies.*
A mature waitress with a toothy smile takes my order, pours mango juice from the can into my glass, then sits down next to me and asks me the usual questions. Her name is Eileen, 42, from Mindoro, 3 kids, husband died in an accident.
I ask her which girls on stage fininished highschool, but Eileen doesn't know--it's only her 4th day working here. She's friendly and pleasantly chatty, but not by any stretch of the imagination attractive.*Must be hard, for someone like her, to be working alongside young stunners.
I feel sorry for her and buy her P150 lady drink. She keeps calling me handsome and underestimates my age by 10 yrs. I learn, this bar is currently under police surveilance, and a customer needs to walk out a few minutes ahead of the girl he barfined. A silly charade that fools no one--but sure sounds, there's trouble in pooners' paradise.
*I give Eileen a job to complete before my next visit to Blue Flame: find me a girl that finished highschool, smokes and, preferably, is a 3-holer.
"That will be difficult," Eileen chuckles.
I pay the P220 bill and continue my bar crawl. Next I check out Nightmoves, one of the bigger bars around. The girls on stage look bored and barely move, but there's a surprising number of customers.
As I drink my mango juice, a girl at the next table gives me the eye, but she's not my type, and I don't invite her over. Nor do I feel like calling a girl off the stage.*I leave Nightmoves within 10 min, never to return.*
I get P12 000 from the bank machine at the Lewis Grand; want to buy some roast chicken but find street vendor Chris absent tonight; and buy some food and drink at two nearby stores.
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On the way I'm passing by Midnight Rock and see owner Rockin' Dave on the porch. His place was once my favorite hangout--I barfined 4 girls from there. We shake hands, and he seems unperturbed by the recent P75 000 robbery at gunpoint.*
When Dave asks, "Are you coming in?", I reply, "Later." Midnight Rock has music I like, but the girls are mostly broilers.*
Make it back to my hotel just before another cloudburst swoops down with massive squalls of rain. This time, I'm safely sheltered inside, filling up on salami sandwiches along with a yoghurt drink.*
DAY 6 evening to DAY 7 morning: Overnighter with Ashley @ Bar Rio
Resume my barhop after the downpour. Go into a bar called Fire Pit and get welcomed by 38-yr-old Michelle, a strikingly lovely mature. She plausibly claims to have been a model in Manila in her younger days; now she's a waitress here at the Fire Pit.
She's smilingly communicative, and I buy her a lady drink for P150.
I learn the gist of Michelle's life story. But our conversation limps along in spurts and stops, partly because another waitress repeatedly interrupts us in Tagalog, partly because Michelle keeps her body angled toward the stage and rarely makes eye contact with me.
After about 20 min I wish her well and leave. I decide to give the 2 Xenum bars a try and first go into Nifty's. There's no other customer, and the energy level is abysmal near the end of their 12-hr shift.
I end up buying lady drinks for 3 girls without barfining any of them. It's the old story: the girl I find most attractive--Cindy--doesn't show too much liking for me, and the one that demonstrates the most liking for me--Jane--isn't sufficiently attractive.
I step next door into Bar Rio, where I've had some of my wildest times. They used to wank guys right in the bar, to encourage continued cavorting upstairs. But recent police raids of several Angeles bars put an end to both practices, at least temporarily.
After weighing my options, I pick gentle, tallish, dark-skinned and sweet-faced Ashley, 28, 2 kids age 2 & 5, from Manila. First met her last November when she pretended to be a 3-holer, just to get me to barfine her. But I was deterred by her bad teeth.
Turns out, she has never actually done Greek (though she offers, "We can try.")
But her teeth look perfect now, courtesy of a 75-yr-old Dane who paid for her dental surgery. Not sure I'll ever be that generous. This good Samaritan vastly enhanced Ashley's appeal and prospects.
Ashley is a smoker but confesses, on our way to my hotel, she didn't bring cigarettes. So I run off to the 7-11 to buy a pack while she takes a shower. Can't miss this chance to indulge my smoking fetish.
I'm delighted by what I see when I return. Ashley is naked except for stockings I gave her, and she has a beautifully proportioned, smoothly brown-skinned body with lovely mid-sized boobs.*
She readily accepts my vibrator. Watching her smoke and vibrate her goodies gets me hard with just a few dozen pulls on my cock. She treats me to a near-perfect BBBJ.*I enter her lustily in mish while she keeps smoking and vibrating her clit.*
She knows I came to Angeles to fuck my brains out, and doing whatever it takes to please a guy physically is clearly no big deal for her. She happily offers up her trimmed clam, happily kisses, happily obliges my every request.*
We do delightful doggie, during which she spreads her ass cheeks with her hands.*I also attempt to work the vibro into her pooper. But, given Ashley's lack of butt-cramming experience, a non-cooperative sphincter blocks the way.
*I don't want to force things, and easing Ashley's virgin butt open would break our momentum. Must give her credit for trying, though.
I lower her*to lazy doggie and pummel away. Then I gear up for the finale in mish, while maintaining eye contact. Not a madly kinky encounter, just a pleasant shag with a sweet girl who smokes.
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We shower together, and Ashley soaps and rinses me head to to toe. She's eager to serve.
She's also an enviably sound sleeper, while I usually toss and turn. She sleeps on her back, so our cuddling is limited; but she cradles into my arms in the morning. Suddenly I notice, she has lit a cigarette. I invite her to hop astride me, and she takes the initiative wanking me hard.
*We start with leisurely CG variations. Once she has finished her cigarette, we proceed to mish and doggie. I use my little tussel whip on her buttocks and thighs. She's not averse to action photos. She moans softly and holds firm as I get the right rhythm going for a happy unloading in mish.
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Was told by the receptionist last night, the electricity in the area will be cut off from 8am to 12noon. My small hotel, with only 12 rooms, has no standby generator.*This means, no air-con and no running water. I filled a pail with an emergency supply of water.*
Luckily, when we shower, it's only*7.30am.*Ashley says she needs to run off because she has things to do at home; "washing the laundry." She rents a room with Flora (P2500 a month) behind Eruptions bar, which is within walking distance.*
Out of decency I'd have bought Ashley breakfast, but splitting now suits me fine too. She's a sexy bed companion, though we don't have the greatest connection conversationally.
*Just as I reach into my pocket for P500, she says, "Where's my tip?" Not the classiest demand*but understandable, given these girls' constant money struggles.
I take a few more photos of Ashley in daylight and walk two blocks with her before we hug and part with mutual well-wishes.
Resume my barhop after the downpour. Go into a bar called Fire Pit and get welcomed by 38-yr-old Michelle, a strikingly lovely mature. She plausibly claims to have been a model in Manila in her younger days; now she's a waitress here at the Fire Pit.
She's smilingly communicative, and I buy her a lady drink for P150.
I learn the gist of Michelle's life story. But our conversation limps along in spurts and stops, partly because another waitress repeatedly interrupts us in Tagalog, partly because Michelle keeps her body angled toward the stage and rarely makes eye contact with me.
After about 20 min I wish her well and leave. I decide to give the 2 Xenum bars a try and first go into Nifty's. There's no other customer, and the energy level is abysmal near the end of their 12-hr shift.
I end up buying lady drinks for 3 girls without barfining any of them. It's the old story: the girl I find most attractive--Cindy--doesn't show too much liking for me, and the one that demonstrates the most liking for me--Jane--isn't sufficiently attractive.
I step next door into Bar Rio, where I've had some of my wildest times. They used to wank guys right in the bar, to encourage continued cavorting upstairs. But recent police raids of several Angeles bars put an end to both practices, at least temporarily.
After weighing my options, I pick gentle, tallish, dark-skinned and sweet-faced Ashley, 28, 2 kids age 2 & 5, from Manila. First met her last November when she pretended to be a 3-holer, just to get me to barfine her. But I was deterred by her bad teeth.
Turns out, she has never actually done Greek (though she offers, "We can try.")
But her teeth look perfect now, courtesy of a 75-yr-old Dane who paid for her dental surgery. Not sure I'll ever be that generous. This good Samaritan vastly enhanced Ashley's appeal and prospects.
Ashley is a smoker but confesses, on our way to my hotel, she didn't bring cigarettes. So I run off to the 7-11 to buy a pack while she takes a shower. Can't miss this chance to indulge my smoking fetish.
I'm delighted by what I see when I return. Ashley is naked except for stockings I gave her, and she has a beautifully proportioned, smoothly brown-skinned body with lovely mid-sized boobs.*
She readily accepts my vibrator. Watching her smoke and vibrate her goodies gets me hard with just a few dozen pulls on my cock. She treats me to a near-perfect BBBJ.*I enter her lustily in mish while she keeps smoking and vibrating her clit.*
She knows I came to Angeles to fuck my brains out, and doing whatever it takes to please a guy physically is clearly no big deal for her. She happily offers up her trimmed clam, happily kisses, happily obliges my every request.*
We do delightful doggie, during which she spreads her ass cheeks with her hands.*I also attempt to work the vibro into her pooper. But, given Ashley's lack of butt-cramming experience, a non-cooperative sphincter blocks the way.
*I don't want to force things, and easing Ashley's virgin butt open would break our momentum. Must give her credit for trying, though.
I lower her*to lazy doggie and pummel away. Then I gear up for the finale in mish, while maintaining eye contact. Not a madly kinky encounter, just a pleasant shag with a sweet girl who smokes.
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We shower together, and Ashley soaps and rinses me head to to toe. She's eager to serve.
She's also an enviably sound sleeper, while I usually toss and turn. She sleeps on her back, so our cuddling is limited; but she cradles into my arms in the morning. Suddenly I notice, she has lit a cigarette. I invite her to hop astride me, and she takes the initiative wanking me hard.
*We start with leisurely CG variations. Once she has finished her cigarette, we proceed to mish and doggie. I use my little tussel whip on her buttocks and thighs. She's not averse to action photos. She moans softly and holds firm as I get the right rhythm going for a happy unloading in mish.
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Was told by the receptionist last night, the electricity in the area will be cut off from 8am to 12noon. My small hotel, with only 12 rooms, has no standby generator.*This means, no air-con and no running water. I filled a pail with an emergency supply of water.*
Luckily, when we shower, it's only*7.30am.*Ashley says she needs to run off because she has things to do at home; "washing the laundry."
She rents a room with Flora (P2500 a month) behind Eruptions bar, which is within walking distance.*Out of decency I'd have bought Ashley breakfast, but splitting now suits me fine too. She's a sexy bed companion, though we don't have the greatest connection conversationally.
*Just as I reach into my pocket for P500, she says, "Where's my tip?" Not the classiest demand*but understandable, given these girls' constant money struggles.
I take a few more photos of Ashley in daylight and walk two blocks with her before we hug and part with mutual well-wishes.
Wow, plumbcrawl, interesting food for thought!
Believe it or not, for a moment there I felt like gifting Jenny the P5000 to get desperately needed dental work done. But didn't have enough cash on me, and now those noble sentiments have subsided.
Unless I took the trouble to find Jenny a dental clinic and pay them directly, my money would most likely end up in the bottomless pit of her extended family's needs.
As for my alleged insensitivity in bringing up the subject at all...well, I'm a fairly blunt type of guy, and in the heat of the moment I didn't carefully consider the possible ins and outs of my remark.
In fact, when I said to Jenny, "You should get your teeth fixed," I had no idea what this might cost in the Philippines--and I'm actually surprised it's so little.
Bruising Jenny's self-esteem wasn't my intention-- guess, I just didn't fathom the depth of these people's poverty. The way Lisa set me straight was an eye-opener. I've learnt something.
But thanks again, brother, for providing critical input. And sincere thanks also to summerbreeze, for appealing to brothers to cut me some slack.
DAY 7 continued: Massage with HE & chance encounter with a fascinating ex-pat
Shortly after I return from seeing Ashley off, the electricity in my hotel dies. I enjoy the outdoor pool, then look for a place to have breakfast.
A few blocks up the street, the New Premiere Resort has power. I order Chicken Tinola from their "Filipino Delights" menu. Decent food, friendly staff, a cozy setting with a view of a pool fringed by flowers, and a chance to read the news.
Next I climb the stairs to "Cameron Massage" on the 2nd floor of the Clarkview Hotel. Their door is locked; but when I knock, it's immediately opened by an exotically lovely lady around 30, named Eden.
There're two massage tables divided only by a curtain, and there's already another customer getting a massage. Given the lack of privacy, I expect nothing but a competent massage--that's all I ever got at any massage spa around here.
To my surprise, after about half an hour of fine massage, my therapist inches closer to my privates. When I do nothing to discourage her, she touches my balls. When I slightly raise my hips for better access, she grabs hold of Junior, gives him a few wanks, then goes back to massage.
Suddenly I hear a male voice from the other side of the curtain: "Can we watch?"
I'm dumbfounded by this request, but launch into a friendly exchange with the guy on the other side. He's an American named Mark who has lived in Angeles for over a year. He tells me, they do HJs here and some girls give FS.
Now that I've warmed up to Mark, I've no objection to pulling the curtain open. My swinger years inured me to any squeamishness about nude group activities.
I dangle the lure of P1200 for boom-boom in front of Eden, but she won't bite. "Just HJ," she says, moving her clenched fist up and down. There's a moment's hesitation in her voice, so perhaps her reply really means she doesn't feel comfortable with FS in the presence of onlookers.
Mark's girl, however, is keen on earning P1200 and suggests trading places with Eden. But I don't find her looks a turn-on and decline. I offer Eden P500 for the HJ, on top of the P300 for massage.
"Too much," Mark says. ( I later find out, he only gave his therapist an extra P200.)
It's going to be my 2nd pop of the day, so I help Eden revive Junior to his full splendor. I ask her to remove her top, but she's too shy with Mark and the other therapist watching. So we close the curtain again, and she reveals delectable brown breasts.
I gently squeeze Eden's boobies, pinch her nipples and fantasize about drilling her orifices, while she jerks my oil-soaked soldier with experienced firmness. Only takes her a few minutes of intense effort to make him shoot liquid explosive all over her hand.
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Mark is done too, so we open the curtain and have a man-to-man talk. I ask if he knows of any other massage places offering extras, and his answer surprises me: "Most do if you ask. If there's not enough privacy, just ask whether they'll come to your hotel."
To clarify the availability of extras, Mark advises me to take the therapist's hand and place it on my cock.
We pay up, and Mark invites me along for lunch at the downstairs restaurant. Just ate an hour ago, but this opportunity to pick an ex-pats brains is just too good to pass up.
Mark is a retired 68-yr-old from Arizona who's married to a 28-yr-old Filipina he met in an Angeles mall a few years ago. She got pregant right away. He bought a small house on the outskirts of Angeles for his family of 3 (but 5 or more of her family members now regularly join them for meals, at his expense).
He's currently trying to get his wife an American visa, so she can build a career as a caregiver in the US--and so he can get her family members off his back.
We chat for almost 2 hrs, thoroughly covering the many pros and cons of staying single in the Philippines versus getting attached. I certainly wouldn't want to trade my problems for Mark's.
It's pouring rain when we finish lunch, and Mark kindly offers to drive me to my hotel. But I love to brave the elements. We say bye-bye, and I sprint back to my hotel in record time.*
Shortly after I return from seeing Ashley off, the electricity in my hotel dies. I enjoy the outdoor pool, then look for a place to have breakfast.
A few blocks up the street, the New Premiere Resort has power. I order Chicken Tinola from their "Filipino Delights" menu. Decent food, friendly staff, a cozy setting with a view of a pool fringed by flowers, and a chance to read the news.
Next I climb the stairs to "Cameron Massage" on the 2nd floor of the Clarkview Hotel. Their door is locked; but when I knock, it's immediately opened by an exotically lovely lady around 30, named Eden.
There're two massage tables divided only by a curtain, and there's already another customer getting a massage. Given the lack of privacy, I expect nothing but a competent massage--that's all I ever got at any massage spa around here.
To my surprise, after about half an hour of fine massage, my therapist inches closer to my privates. When I do nothing to discourage her, she touches my balls. When I slightly raise my hips for better access, she grabs hold of Junior, gives him a few wanks, then goes back to massage.
Suddenly I hear a male voice from the other side of the curtain: "Can we watch?"
I'm dumbfounded by this request, but launch into a friendly exchange with the guy on the other side. He's an American named Mark who has lived in Angeles for over a year. He tells me, they do HJs here and some girls give FS.
Now that I've warmed up to Mark, I've no objection to pulling the curtain open. My swinger years inured me to any squeamishness about nude group activities.
I dangle the lure of P1200 for boom-boom in front of Eden, but she won't bite. "Just HJ," she says, moving her clenched fist up and down. There's a moment's hesitation in her voice, so perhaps her reply really means she doesn't feel comfortable with FS in the presence of onlookers.
Mark's girl, however, is keen on earning P1200 and suggests trading places with Eden. But I don't find her looks a turn-on and decline. I offer Eden P500 for the HJ, on top of the P300 for massage.
"Too much," Mark says. ( I later find out, he only gave his therapist an extra P200.)
It's going to be my 2nd pop of the day, so I help Eden revive Junior to his full splendor. I ask her to remove her top, but she's too shy with Mark and the other therapist watching. So we close the curtain again, and she reveals delectable brown breasts.
I gently squeeze Eden's boobies, pinch her nipples and fantasize about drilling her orifices, while she jerks my oil-soaked soldier with experienced firmness. Only takes her a few minutes of intense effort to make him shoot liquid explosive all over her hand.
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Mark is done too, so we open the curtain and have a man-to-man talk. I ask if he knows of any other massage places offering extras, and his answer surprises me: "Most do if you ask. If there's not enough privacy, just ask whether they'll come to your hotel."
To clarify the availability of extras, Mark advises me to take the therapist's hand and place it on my cock.
We pay up, and Mark invites me along for lunch at the downstairs restaurant. Just ate an hour ago, but this opportunity to pick an ex-pats brains is just too good to pass up.
Mark is a retired 68-yr-old from Arizona who's married to a 28-yr-old Filipina he met in an Angeles mall a few years ago. She got pregant right away. He bought a small house on the outskirts of Angeles for his family of 3 (but 5 or more of her family members now regularly join them for meals, at his expense).
He's currently trying to get his wife an American visa, so she can build a career as a caregiver in the US--and so he can get her family members off his back.
We chat for almost 2 hrs, thoroughly covering the many pros and cons of staying single in the Philippines versus getting attached. I certainly wouldn't want to trade my problems for Mark's.
It's pouring rain when we finish lunch, and Mark kindly offers to drive me to my hotel. But I love to brave the elements. We say bye-bye, and I sprint back to my hotel in record time.*
DAY 7 evening: Poon with Joy @ Cora Marie Cafe
Around 5.30pm I head out with the plan to explore the backstreets a block or two south of Perimeter and Fields. I also have a vague sense I might end up at the Cora Marie Cafe and, just in case, put a hotel towel in my backpack, along with my standard pooning utensils.
I expected the backstreet area to be mainly residential but, to my surprise, the street I follow is chokeful with Filipino restaurants and stores, as well as lots of smaller hotels and "apartelles."
I also discover more than a dozen additional massage spas, all of which seem desperate for business in the face of ruinous competition, Now that I know extras are generally available on request, I find myself delighted by the existence of every new massage place I spot. I'm a big fan of good massage followed by extras--preferably but not necessarily including FS.
One of my goals is to scout out suitable accommodation for a future long-term visit to Angeles: a quiet, cozy room that comes with access to a swimming pool, preferably for no more than $500-$700 a month.
I spot half a dozen likely hotels and apartelles around Narciso Ave and let them show me the P12 500 a month bedroom unit at Janus Apartelle. But nothing I see compares favorably with my current hotel.
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I walk east along backstreets all the way to Santos and decide to revisit Cora Marie Cafe. Jenny is there, along with the non-communicative mamasan, another strangely defensive older girl whose name I forget, plus a young and slightly chubby girl named Joy. The bartender with a sense of humor, Lisa, went home earlier.
There's only one other guest, Bolero from England, who comments on how popular I seem to be in this bar. He looks to be of SE Asian descent and tells me, he was married to a Filipina and has come to Angeles 12 times now, after his divorce.
I'm curious about the young girl Joy who smiles at me shyly. When I ask her to join me, I'm suprised to learn, she's only 23; originally from Mindanao; finished highschool and dropped out of a midwifery program in college (she hates to see blood); has two kids from a married man who terminated their rather fertile affair; has worked here for about 3 months; and hopes to save money for a passport so she can go to Taiwan to work in a factory.
I buy Joy a lady drink, and she orders herself a San Miguel Light. We communicate with splendid ease. I'm in shorts and put one of my legs between hers on adjoining barstools. Joy is more than amply stacked and has big smooth brown thighs. Yep, only P700 for boom-boom with this young hottie who's literally bursting with earthy fertility signals!
We're on--but the bar's boom-boom room is currently occupied. "By a Filipino," Joy says contemptuously. "He wanted me, but I turned him down. I only want foreigners."
Well, I've no trouble chatting away time with this sweetheart until the room is vacated. Joy goes to change sheets, and I pay for our drinks.
The boom-boom room is stiflingly hot, even though the defunct air-con is blasting away. Joy strips and wants us to wash up separately. She goes first, borrowing the hotel towel I brought along in my backpack.
Before we commence, I ask if she brought a condom--to put over my vibrator, so I don't have to waste one of mine. She says she'll get one and sticks her head out the door to the bar, asking one of the other ladies to hand her a condom. Turns out, there's not one condom to be found in the entire brothel.
Well, I brought five. "What do you want me to do?" Joy asks sweetly as we hop naked on the mattress. I request my favorite prelude: side-by-side mutual gential fondling. And, normally, I also enjoy kissing.
A few min of Joy's gentle hand, and Junior is almost fully tumescent. She eagerly kneels between my legs for a wonderful BBBJ. Next it's my turn to kneel between her legs and admire that incredible gaper of a pussy. I don't bother with DATY--for which I rarely have much desire--but instead activate my vibrator, which is an instant hit with Joy.
Before I penetrate, I ask joy to empty her bottle of San Miguel Light. I find watching naked girls drink arousing, though not to the same extent as watching naked girls smoke.
Joy's pussy is definitely designed for men who're above average endowed. But what she lacks in tightness she makes up in enthusiasm. The mattress is soft, and we do bouncy mish, doggie with my lubed finger in her butt, lazy doggie with a pillow underneath her waist, and finally another a wild bouncy bout of mish for the homestretch.
We're occuping the room for a whole hour, and halfway through there's another girl's voice coming through the door, telling Joy in Tagalog that another customer is waiting for the room. But Joy seems to relish our tryst and never rushes me in the least.
Joy is an absolutely fantastic lay. She may be a little chubby, but the chubbiness of a 23-yr-old has a totally different effect on my sexual response than the chubbiness of a 43-yr-old. I draw out my orgasm as long as possible because bouncing away on top of this marvellously lusty creature is just so much fun.
Eventually I let go of my 3rd pop of the day, and it feels glorious.
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None of the P3000 model types on Fields, many of whom think they can make it on the strength of their looks, could possibly give me greater erotic bliss than this humble, warm, robustly bang-happy chubby girl, who charges P700.
I give Joy P1000 and leave this hospitable bar in a state of high euphoria. I follow backstreets out to McArthur Highway and locate the street vendor who sells roast chicken.
With the steaming hot chicken in my backpack I walk through the utter pandemonium that is Fields. There're probably very few places in the world where nubile female beauties with sexily exposed flesh are more abundant, all vying for the cash of far less abundant pooners whose average age is around 60.
Tomorrow at 9am I'll catch the bus to Barrio Barretto on Subic Bay...so I better pack now and try to get a good night's rest.
Around 5.30pm I head out with the plan to explore the backstreets a block or two south of Perimeter and Fields. I also have a vague sense I might end up at the Cora Marie Cafe and, just in case, put a hotel towel in my backpack, along with my standard pooning utensils.
I expected the backstreet area to be mainly residential but, to my surprise, the street I follow is chokeful with Filipino restaurants and stores, as well as lots of smaller hotels and "apartelles."
I also discover more than a dozen additional massage spas, all of which seem desperate for business in the face of ruinous competition, Now that I know extras are generally available on request, I find myself delighted by the existence of every new massage place I spot. I'm a big fan of good massage followed by extras--preferably but not necessarily including FS.
One of my goals is to scout out suitable accommodation for a future long-term visit to Angeles: a quiet, cozy room that comes with access to a swimming pool, preferably for no more than $500-$700 a month.
I spot half a dozen likely hotels and apartelles around Narciso Ave and let them show me the P12 500 a month bedroom unit at Janus Apartelle. But nothing I see compares favorably with my current hotel.
---
I walk east along backstreets all the way to Santos and decide to revisit Cora Marie Cafe. Jenny is there, along with the non-communicative mamasan, another strangely defensive older girl whose name I forget, plus a young and slightly chubby girl named Joy. The bartender with a sense of humor, Lisa, went home earlier.
There's only one other guest, Bolero from England, who comments on how popular I seem to be in this bar. He looks to be of SE Asian descent and tells me, he was married to a Filipina and has come to Angeles 12 times now, after his divorce.
I'm curious about the young girl Joy who smiles at me shyly. When I ask her to join me, I'm suprised to learn, she's only 23; originally from Mindanao; finished highschool and dropped out of a midwifery program in college (she hates to see blood); has two kids from a married man who terminated their rather fertile affair; has worked here for about 3 months; and hopes to save money for a passport so she can go to Taiwan to work in a factory.
I buy Joy a lady drink, and she orders herself a San Miguel Light. We communicate with splendid ease. I'm in shorts and put one of my legs between hers on adjoining barstools. Joy is more than amply stacked and has big smooth brown thighs. Yep, only P700 for boom-boom with this young hottie who's literally bursting with earthy fertility signals!
We're on--but the bar's boom-boom room is currently occupied. "By a Filipino," Joy says contemptuously. "He wanted me, but I turned him down. I only want foreigners."
Well, I've no trouble chatting away time with this sweetheart until the room is vacated. Joy goes to change sheets, and I pay for our drinks.
The boom-boom room is stiflingly hot, even though the defunct air-con is blasting away. Joy strips and wants us to wash up separately. She goes first, borrowing the hotel towel I brought along in my backpack.
Before we commence, I ask if she brought a condom--to put over my vibrator, so I don't have to waste one of mine. She says she'll get one and sticks her head out the door to the bar, asking one of the other ladies to hand her a condom. Turns out, there's not one condom to be found in the entire brothel.
Well, I brought five. "What do you want me to do?" Joy asks sweetly as we hop naked on the mattress. I request my favorite prelude: side-by-side mutual gential fondling. And, normally, I also enjoy kissing.
A few min of Joy's gentle hand, and Junior is almost fully tumescent. She eagerly kneels between my legs for a wonderful BBBJ. Next it's my turn to kneel between her legs and admire that incredible gaper of a pussy. I don't bother with DATY--for which I rarely have much desire--but instead activate my vibrator, which is an instant hit with Joy.
Before I penetrate, I ask joy to empty her bottle of San Miguel Light. I find watching naked girls drink arousing, though not to the same extent as watching naked girls smoke.
Joy's pussy is definitely designed for men who're above average endowed. But what she lacks in tightness she makes up in enthusiasm. The mattress is soft, and we do bouncy mish, doggie with my lubed finger in her butt, lazy doggie with a pillow underneath her waist, and finally another a wild bouncy bout of mish for the homestretch.
We're occuping the room for a whole hour, and halfway through there's another girl's voice coming through the door, telling Joy in Tagalog that another customer is waiting for the room. But Joy seems to relish our tryst and never rushes me in the least.
Joy is an absolutely fantastic lay. She may be a little chubby, but the chubbiness of a 23-yr-old has a totally different effect on my sexual response than the chubbiness of a 43-yr-old. I draw out my orgasm as long as possible because bouncing away on top of this marvellously lusty creature is just so much fun.
Eventually I let go of my 3rd pop of the day, and it feels glorious.
---
None of the P3000 model types on Fields, many of whom think they can make it on the strength of their looks, could possibly give me greater erotic bliss than this humble, warm, robustly bang-happy chubby girl, who charges P700.
I give Joy P1000 and leave this hospitable bar in a state of high euphoria. I follow backstreets out to McArthur Highway and locate the street vendor who sells roast chicken.
With the steaming hot chicken in my backpack I walk through the utter pandemonium that is Fields. There're probably very few places in the world where nubile female beauties with sexily exposed flesh are more abundant, all vying for the cash of far less abundant pooners whose average age is around 60.
Tomorrow at 9am I'll catch the bus to Barrio Barretto on Subic Bay...so I better pack now and try to get a good night's rest.
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He's obviously a smart guy and writes well, but his moral arc is very questionable at best. His fetish for the downtrodden, no matter his noble justifications, the need to subtly promote himself plus the lack of insight into who he's dealing with and the economics of the Philippines is deplorable.
He has his fans, obviously who see him as some kind of Sancho Panza tilting at sexual windmills and scattering condoms like a latter-day horny Johnny Appleseed, and who envy him, but I think that misses the issue of emasculating Filippino men with foreign cash, further entrenching corruption and gangsters and limiting real opportunities.
He's had his problems in the past with strong, white women. Enough said.
That's only my opinion, and why I've only bothered to scan a couple of his posts, but I'm sure his supporters don't care any more than he does and he's free to do whatever he wants.
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To be fair he seems to have a fetish for almost everything... In reading his posts he seems to have given himself over completely to hedonistic desires. I guess I read this thread with bemused interest. I'm not sure what to make of Tant other than he seems to be doing what makes him feel good. I am not trying to knock his morals, just hoping that he is aware of the economics of the part of the world he is in.
In reading his posts he seems to have given himself over completely to hedonistic desires. I guess I read this thread with bemused interest. I'm not sure what to make of Tant other than he seems to be doing what makes him feel good. I am not trying to knock his morals, just hoping that he is aware of the economics of the part of the world he is in.
In reality, there is not one person on this site who can take moral high ground over Tant. Many here have done some bad things including myself. From a moral point of view we are all in this boat together so the pot calling the kettle black is quite silly.
Why do you view his posts if you are so offended? Liken it to slowing down to see what's happened at a car crash site if you will. It's because you are all voyeuristic people who have to look. Right?
I view them because Tant portrays the flavour of the scene very well and his writing skills are excellent. I have travelled through these areas extensively with a backpack and totally see how he sets up each vignette. Granted when I was there I was taken aback at seeing some 400 lb German on a sex tour. Initially I found it quite offensive but then I looked at the women who were hanging out with these guys and I'd say they looked happy to be there as part of the game. This was Phuket, Thailand btw.
Anyways, Poon On Tant :nod:
Why do you view his posts if you are so offended? Liken it to slowing down to see what's happened at a car crash site if you will. It's because you are all voyeuristic people who have to look. Right?
I view them because Tant portrays the flavour of the scene very well and his writing skills are excellent. I have travelled through these areas extensively with a backpack and totally see how he sets up each vignette. Granted when I was there I was taken aback at seeing some 400 lb German on a sex tour. Initially I found it quite offensive but then I looked at the women who were hanging out with these guys and I'd say they looked happy to be there as part of the game. This was Phuket, Thailand btw.
Anyways, Poon On Tant :nod:
