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Mugroso
12-29-04, 07:49
I saw Rosa the midget and her sister at Pink Ladies today. I don't know what they are up to but they were there when I arrived and left the bar together just before I left.

I also went to Luxxor Masajes. I got some pics but now that I look at them I am afraid to post one. Reason being her name is Alexandra and is a little rough around the edges. As in some may call her a tranny. I admit that was my first thought but after scoping her out and listening to her voice I determined she was a woman. Also her tits were real and the pussy was great. By the way, she has huge dick sucking lips.

It is late, I will post more later.

The Filthy (daring) One

Pecker Will
12-29-04, 09:02
Love - very good comments. "I don't think I ever had a relationship with a woman that I didn't love on some level" (DE). To me, this is the essence of love - feeling and commitment at various levels. In my opinion, there are NOT different KINDS of love rather there is ONE love but at different levels.

It's how one responds and reacts to this love. One may have a relationship purely on a physical basis - but I would venture to say that most of you mongers would like to develop some feeling or love along with just dunking Mr. Happy into a nice, warm and wet canal. And it's this feeling that you choose to take or not take to the next level. Of course, when this feeling is taken to a very high level, there evolves various types of commitment and action. Or when one chooses to leave this feeling at an elementary level, there is not much further commitment or action required.

Anyway, when I was young, my definition of love was: "Love is that feeling you feel right before you feel that feeling that you never felt before". Now, my idea of love still remains a mystery but it's something worthwhile to explore and taken to whatever level one desires.

It's really cool to read how many on this board - despite the raw fact of just wanting to dunk Mr. Happy - really develop some good relationships with these gals and make commitments and take action that go beyond the obvious.

PW

Clydesdale
12-29-04, 21:00
I also went to Luxxor Masajes. I got some pics but now that I look at them I am afraid to post one. Reason being her name is Alexandra and is a little rough around the edges. As in some may call her a tranny. I admit that was my first thought but after scoping her out and listening to her voice I determined she was a woman. Also her tits were real and the pussy was great. By the way, she has huge dick sucking lips.

C'mon Mug, we can handle it, and we won't think any less of you!

I ran into Mugroso and a friend last night. My best story of the night is my favorite chica and I stopped into Hollywood for a drink. My first thought upon entering was 'wow, the quality has really gone up here'! There were 2 slender blondes and a brunette sitting by the stage and looking fine. As we got closer I realized they were college age gringas, not dye jobs. They eventually all got up on stage together, and two of them were pretty good bump & grind dancers, although they didn't take off their clothes. I ran into them later on the bridge and expressed my appreciation for their dancing. They played dumb until I mentioned Hollywood, then they started laughing - oh the strip club!

Mugroso
12-30-04, 01:14
My best story of the night is my favorite chica and I stopped into Hollywood for a drink.

So thats where you went off to. We thought you went to the room with favorite chica, whats her name, I forgot.

As for Alexandra, while in the room I further "observed" that her tits were not hard at all, very soft hands and a stinky pussy with all the parts. Well not too stinky. She was also very bald down below. Nice touch. She said she was 30 and had 2 kids. I have now posted a pic.

As for Luxxor, it is my new favorite place. They offer all kinds of services like hair cuts and a cocktail lounge. The tables have face holes cut into them and a TV showing porn. She did not play the TV but thats ok since that is not for me. The cocktail lounge I was told is available for free and you can bring your own drinks. How they make money on that, I have yet to figure out. I truely hope DE finds this place while on his vacation.

Mugroso

RearWindow
12-30-04, 03:30
I saw Rosa the midget and her sister at Pink Ladies today. I don't know what they are up to but they were there when I arrived and left the bar together just before I left.
The Filthy (daring) One Last trip in July , I went looking for the sister everywhere, but no luck. Is she back in circulation?

Duffman
12-30-04, 07:24
I'm rather new to the game - just a little more than a year - and I want to expand my horizons. I have been about six or seven times in the last 13 months. I speak very little Spanish, so asking for directions has been out of the question.

In my time I have only been to three MPs (Roma/Encanto/Sirenas) because they have been the only three I have been able to find. Recently I have had the itch to go and try somewhere new. For the most part I have been disappointed.

I have driven over three times recently, trying to follow old directions from here, only to come home empty handed. I always drive over on the free bridge. If someone can suggest places and girls to try as well as helping with the directions from the bridge it would be greatly appreciated.

Duff

DreamingEagle
12-30-04, 09:26
As for Luxxor, it is my new favorite place. They offer all kinds of services like hair cuts and a cocktail lounge. The tables have face holes cut into them and a TV showing porn. She did not play the TV but thats ok since that is not for me. The cocktail lounge I was told is available for free and you can bring your own drinks. How they make money on that, I have yet to figure out. I truely hope DE finds this place while on his vacation.

Mugroso

Funny how the mind works. You can get a girl anywhere here, but when you said "haircut" finding Luxor suddenly became priority #1. I have been needing one for a month, and getting both at one place sounds like the way to go.

Arrived this afernoon finally over the flu. Discovered I was low on drinking water about dusk. Took the two block walk to a little neighborhood store and smelled the spicy food emanating from the little houses and apartments on the street and watched the kids playing ball. It's an old neighborhood, but every house was clean and taken care of. I never feel the slightest twinge of danger here. The neighborhood stray dogs know me now and showed no interest in my passing. Only the broken spots in the sidewalk speak to this being the neighborhood of relatively poor people. The enthusiasm of the young boys as they tossed balls given at Christmas and the smile of the young lady and her boyfriend as I entered the little store spoke to the richness of this poor little neighborhood in terms of community. No gallons of water. So the boyfriend dug deep through the cooler and pulled out two 1.5 litre bottles for me. I thanked him, paid, and left, just like I had been another Mexican person.

A soccer ball whacked against the wall in front of me on the way home and bounced off of a parked car, followed not far behind by a boy about 10 running hard. "Perdóneme!" he said breathlessly with a big grin as he grabbed the ball from the sidewalk and threw it back. Someone was cooking something really good nearby.

Rounded the corner to my street and waved to the storekeeper across the way, who for some reason doesn't sell water. Nor does he sell cigarettes because they are bad for the lungs, nor candies because they are bad for the children's teeth. The number of things he will not sell is a source of amusement in the neighborhood, but he is a good Christian man whom everyone respects for his convictions.

Inserted the key and let myself through the metal door to my private parking space and immediately heard moaning and groaning from one of the windows along the walkway leading to my apartment door. There is a little *****house on the other side of that window, and I recognized the moaning and groaning because I have been with her many times myself. She is a nice person.

Inside, things were warm because I had lit the big gas heater before I left, and there sat my computer with cable Internet, on a desk I made myself out of cinder blocks and a big board. The smell of good cooking filled my house, too, a big roast getting started in the crockpot. At last I was home where things make sense.

Coyote79
12-30-04, 19:37
Love - very good comments. "I don't think I ever had a relationship with a woman that I didn't love on some level" (DE). To me, this is the essence of love - feeling and commitment at various levels. In my opinion, there are NOT different KINDS of love rather there is ONE love but at different levels.

It's how one responds and reacts to this love. One may have a relationship purely on a physical basis - but I would venture to say that most of you mongers would like to develop some feeling or love along with just dunking Mr. Happy into a nice, warm and wet canal. And it's this feeling that you choose to take or not take to the next level. Of course, when this feeling is taken to a very high level, there evolves various types of commitment and action. Or when one chooses to leave this feeling at an elementary level, there is not much further commitment or action required.

Anyway, when I was young, my definition of love was: "Love is that feeling you feel right before you feel that feeling that you never felt before". Now, my idea of love still remains a mystery but it's something worthwhile to explore and taken to whatever level one desires.

It's really cool to read how many on this board - despite the raw fact of just wanting to dunk Mr. Happy - really develop some good relationships with these gals and make commitments and take action that go beyond the obvious.

PWDam Will, what happened?

You been reading a few romance novels?

Or did your old lady make you go see a bunch of chick movies?

Coyote79
12-30-04, 19:46
Funny how the mind works. You can get a girl anywhere here, but when you said "haircut" finding Luxor suddenly became priority #1. I have been needing one for a month, and getting both at one place sounds like the way to go.

Arrived this afernoon finally over the flu. Discovered I was low on drinking water about dusk. Took the two block walk to a little neighborhood store and smelled the spicy food emanating from the little houses and apartments on the street and watched the kids playing ball. It's an old neighborhood, but every house was clean and taken care of. I never feel the slightest twinge of danger here. The neighborhood stray dogs know me now and showed no interest in my passing. Only the broken spots in the sidewalk speak to this being the neighborhood of relatively poor people. The enthusiasm of the young boys as they tossed balls given at Christmas and the smile of the young lady and her boyfriend as I entered the little store spoke to the richness of this poor little neighborhood in terms of community. No gallons of water. So the boyfriend dug deep through the cooler and pulled out two 1.5 litre bottles for me. I thanked him, paid, and left, just like I had been another Mexican person.

A soccer ball whacked against the wall in front of me on the way home and bounced off of a parked car, followed not far behind by a boy about 10 running hard. "Perdóneme!" he said breathlessly with a big grin as he grabbed the ball from the sidewalk and threw it back. Someone was cooking something really good nearby.

Rounded the corner to my street and waved to the storekeeper across the way, who for some reason doesn't sell water. Nor does he sell cigarettes because they are bad for the lungs, nor candies because they are bad for the children's teeth. The number of things he will not sell is a source of amusement in the neighborhood, but he is a good Christian man whom everyone respects for his convictions.

Inserted the key and let myself through the metal door to my private parking space and immediately heard moaning and groaning from one of the windows along the walkway leading to my apartment door. There is a little *****house on the other side of that window, and I recognized the moaning and groaning because I have been with her many times myself. She is a nice person.

Inside, things were warm because I had lit the big gas heater before I left, and there sat my computer with cable Internet, on a desk I made myself out of cinder blocks and a big board. The smell of good cooking filled my house, too, a big roast getting started in the crockpot. At last I was home where things make sense.You trying out your novel writing skills here?

Clydesdale
12-30-04, 20:36
So thats where you went off to. We thought you went to the room with favorite chica, whats her name, I forgot.


Well, we did eventually make it to the room. Diana #2 is my favorite, of course. It's obvious enough that the doorman will tell me if she's there without me asking. If not for her, I would mostly stick to the MPs. Chicas with firm little bodies and firecracker personalities are just too dangerous.

Mugroso
12-31-04, 01:54
I have been intending to mention this about my visit to Luxxor on Tuesday. There was a hot little 18 year old with fantastic perky tits named Brenda. I asked if she had worked at Genesis but she said no. In spite of the no it may be worth it to the poster who was seeking her in previous posts.

Why did I choose the big lipped skank over her? Because while I was being indecisive between her and Erica 2 guys came in and snagged them up.

Mugroso

DreamingEagle
12-31-04, 03:16
Luxor is really not that hard to find, once you have finally found it, of course. (How could I have missed those big signs so many times?) Only two girls were offered, Erika being one of them. The other one I don't remember, because I barely glanced at her after seeing Erica. It is really a nice place. The room was small but nicely done, and having the shower in the room is always nice. Erika was just fine...:) On the way out I exchanged smiles with another slender one worth a return visit. I'd say $35 for such nice surroundings is just the right price. Forgot all about the haircut.

Lucky Chuck
12-31-04, 05:58
As long as the thread has begun about loving, let me relate a story to all. At the beginning of this year I had the incredible fortune of meeting a young woman at a club. She was very new there and while she danced she was basically either too innocent or to abhored by the thought of actually going to the "room". She never did (I am not being naive here. I know she didn't athough if she had stayed long enough in the place that might have changed)

After a month or so of dating outside the club, I fell in "like" with her enough to make the financial sacrifice of supporting she and her children so she could get out of dancing and perhaps saved her getting into the "life"

Ultimately we started living together and fell deeply in love not like..and it was mutual too. Her standard of living changed from abject poverty to something approaching middle class American. For Juarez that was the equivalent of becoming truly rich. During that time, I supported her emotionally and in every other way I could in addition to financially. Gradually her self esteem rose and as well as her self confidence. The deep depressions and suicidal thoughts she had disappeared completely. Her health improved as well as that of her children.

Together we were able to get her a very professional job. I won't tell you exactly what since I do not want anyone to be able to identify her from what I write.

As her confidence grew, she also now had the chance to live the life of a mid-twenties girl that she had never been able to experience. She had now full time childcare so did not have to be constantly worried about the safety of her kids. Her life completely changed and probably on balance for the better. She had cute clothes, a professional environment, new self confidence and wanted to experience the things that she had missed. Furthermore we both realized the substantial age difference which she once said did not matter, was very much an issue for a long term relationship as it became apparent that it would not merely be a dream might become a reality

As for me, I went home and got divorced and gave away everything I owned in order to fulfill the committments that I had made. In the interim and while I was gone, she began her new life, gained new and more upwardly mobile friends and generally got the attention of a much better class of men. She decided that at least for now, that she does not want to give up that new life until she has a chance to experience it.

I had to leave to allow her to do so. It in many ways breaks my heart more than my heart has ever been broken. I have also given up everything in my life..literally losing everything I owned. Now before you all start telling me I was a stupid gringo. I just want you to know that I would do it all again. This woman and her children have become singularly the most important people on the face of the planet to me. Perhaps we will regain the relationship we once had, probably not. However, I take pride and will for the rest of my days, the new person, the better person, the person who now has a real future that will not lead to prostitution and drugs that we were able to create together.

In this case it is not exactly expressed by the old saying "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" It would be better expressed by something like "It is better to have loved and cherished and seen them grow beyond their greatest dreams than to have not taken the risk of loving at all" I don't know how the story will end. It is not meant to be a story of woe. Perhaps it is a story that will tell some of you...you CAN make a true difference in lives, just be prepared that there may be a cost. If you can not bear the cost...don't try. But if you can, God may grant you a miracle as he has done for me...and for her...and for her children. I just wish I could still be there with her...my heartaches for her love that I once had.

The Very Lucky Chuck

Cienega32
12-31-04, 23:55
First I would like to thank Dreaming Eagle for his posts. Every time I read them I'm transported to a place I can't even construct in my mind. It's such a beautiful image - I can smell the food in the air & and hear the bark of a neighborhood dog in the background.

I anxiously await your "Book of Dreams". And if you're not planning one you should. A journal of what most would consider insignifigant daily events, such as the "trip to the store for water" story, I think would be a best seller! At least Blog worthy! Thank you for the imagery.

I sit here on New Year's Eve saddened by my 800 mile distance from the Cd. we love, watching the Sun Bowl (from El Paso). One of the commercials was of the EP/Juarez flavor. One shot was of the old city hall building by the cathedral. It made me smile to see it and it made me realize how much I miss being able to see it.

I look out my window and see the Vegas Strip that's 10 miles from me; knowing the spectacular show tonite will be out of this world. Funny thing is that right now I would rather be a short distance from the broken sidewalks, street food-carts and the image that Dreaming Eagle has given me.

Strange how I would be more content taping the fireworks extravaganza tonite that would be 800 miles from me if I was only moments away from where I would rather be; eating food that I shouldn't and trying to understand people speaking in a language that I don't.

They say that people's lives are sectioned by thirds. My first third was in New York, the second has been in Las Vegas, and for my New Year's resolution (and the first one that I intend to keep), the third will be spent in the warm & open arms of the simple smiles that Juarez has given me over the last few years.

Happy New Year to all of you and thank you for helping me build a new dream.

Clydesdale
01-01-05, 01:38
I sit here on New Year's Eve saddened by my 800 mile distance from the Cd. we love, watching the Sun Bowl (from El Paso). One of the commercials was of the EP/Juarez flavor. One shot was of the old city hall building by the cathedral. It made me smile to see it and it made me realize how much I miss being able to see it.
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Happy New Year to all of you and thank you for helping me build a new dream.
I'll drink one to you tonight in the Cd - maybe that will help.