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I agree with you about avoiding the girls who do drugs in the zona and drugs in general in Mexico. I had a recent experience down there with the police which would have ended life as I know it because I overlooked these reservations because I wanted the girl so badly. Only had 100 pesos on me, and I was guilty as sin of two major felonies. Fortunately, after some sheer begging on my part in Spanish, the cop finally decided 100 pesos was better than no mordita at all. Could have been a different cop...might not have known enough Spanish to get the point across things were not as they appeared.
Everyone should remember if you get yourself into some trouble you can't buy yourself out of with drugs in Mexico, the American Counselate is going to bring you a Time Magazine and a little toothbrush and say good luck---if they come at all.
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Nor will you get a trial, as you think of it, where you have representation and a jury. Most criminal cases in Mexico are decided by a judge who reads written testimony of witnesses and a statement by the defendent, makes up his mind, and passes sentence.
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Dreaming Eagle - I'm so glad you got yourself out of a jam. Some of those women will weaken the strongest man, I am sure. But, I am curious - were you indeed guilty or did the cops THINK you might be guilty? Please clarify. I am curious.
One evening, I was headed into a room with a gal from The Cave. As we were ready to go in, we both saw the paddy wagon and the police hauling several guys into the back. I don't know if they were Mexicanos or Americans. I just wanted to get inside.
Do the cops stereotype some of their "prey"? Or do they have just cause? Or are they trying to meet their quota? What's the scoop or does anyone know?
I am probably naieve, but I think that if you stay clean and "looK' clean, you won't arouse any suspicion or provide any just cause. I hope I never experience a confrontation.
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In the zona area, you can be stopped just for being there. Some cops will check you out and let you go, others will take money from you. Their usual reason is looking for drugs, the real reason, usually, is to see how much money they can get from you. I know of guys loosing hundreds to them. They will take, what they feel they can get away with. The more you have on you, the more they take. If you are drunk, they may threaten arrest, and take it all. Best not to walk around drunk, and don't carry a lot of money with you. Sooner or later, if you go downtown enough, you will be stopped.
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Went to Le Petit yesterday afternoon. There were only about four girls there, two of them rather large, one semi large , the other one nice and slim. Mammasan offered me 30usd for one , or 50 for two, I selected the 2 fer special and picked Alex and Gabby.
Now this was interesting, all hands at first but when it came to the action I couls only get head from one (no pussy), then a little bit of head from the other (after a change of condom), then I got to finish with the other.
Rather disappointing, I guess they don't have the two girl action down like they do in other parts of the world. Maybe they don't heat up till later in the day or on weekends.
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"but, i am curious - were you indeed guilty or did the cops think you might be guilty? please clarify. i am curious. "
guilty as sin. she was a year **** and had been indulging in her habit in my presence.
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Bubba, you greedy boy!
First of all, neither of the two girls you picked are much of a GFE one-on-one, so together they probably reenforce each other's tendencies to give the minimal required to get the job done.
I've been waiting to find two GFE favoritas at the same place and then get them together, but that's pretty difficult considering they often work different hours. This little fantasy almost came to pass at Marilyn's with Naomi and Yatera, but Yatera quit by the time I had the money. Two summers ago there was Celeste and Patty at Casa, but I could never catch them working at the same time. There were two at Roma's for a while, but I never had the cash...
Ah, well...
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bbond pretty much sums up the situation with the cops in the zona, but you can report them and at times get results. After getting bit for $140 by two bicycle cops an English friend of mine marched into the police station three hours later along with the friend who had been with him at the time, the friend's Mexican girlfriend, and the girlfriend's mom to help with the Spanish.
The police supervisor called in all the bicycle cops in the station in one room and asked them to identify the two cops who had stopped him, but they were not there. The supervisor then put out a call for all of the bycycle cops in that area to report to the station. Twenty minutes later they were all there, and the two guys who had stopped them totally freaked when they saw what was happening. They quickly went into a song and dance about how the money had fallen out of the Englishman's pocket to the ground. "After you left, we tried to find you," they said. "But there was only $106".
They gave TexasBob the $106, and he was damn glad to get it back.
But I would not count on that being the norm, and, then, besides, you then have a couple of pissed off cops after you in the future.
Beware particularly of a paddy wagon numbered 007. It may circulate around from cop to cop, but we had three reports of it being involved in these kinds of stings in just three weeks time on a different forum.
I hate el centro. I've said it a dozen times. I would not be surprised to see a vampire walking sideways up a wall down there.
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here is something dug out of the archives of another forum which i posted not long after moving here;
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sunday, august 27, 2000
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i wish to report on a disasterous experience in juarez today and warn everyone about a dude named ramon who haunts the red light district. i also wish to prefice this report by stating it was my own stupidity which got me into trouble. hopefully, this sad little tale will at least be instructive to any newcomers, and i'd sure love to hear the comments of those more experienced than me about what happened today.
the day began on a great note. i had waited two weeks to go back and had saved four hundred dollars. i was going to 1) drop by club panama and start the day with a little fun there, just because it's familiar territory, and i also wanted to speak with martin about living there on weekends (apparently you can actually live in the *****house). then, 2) go on to sirenas massage parlour where i would have a girl and then get a
room at the villa manport for $30 (as recommended by abq of the
redsnake forum)---maybe bring one back for an all-nighter.
after crossing the bridge and walking two blocks up avenida juárez i spied one of my favorite cab drivers, an older gentleman named roger who speaks pretty decent english. i asked him about sirenas, and he knew the place. i thought i made it clear that i first wanted to go to club panama, *then* sirenas, but roger got it backwards and took me to sirenas first. it is just as abq and others have described it. just a locked glass door with a little sign on it. i wish i could tell you what is behind that door, as promised in earlier posts, but i was not to find out today, because i wanted to go to panama first.
roger then took me to club panama. martin was not there, and there were about a dozen girls---none of which i wanted. one of them approached me at the bar, and i bought her a beer. i told her i could only buy her one, and she turned out to be a nice sort---i just did not want to fuck her. then i saw a beautiful chica enter the room wearing a red dress. she was tall and slender, the way i like them. after being taken to the little room next door, while waiting for ellena to appear, i was surprised to hear roger's voice outside the door. i opened the door, standing there in my underwear and socks, and he was looking into the room next door to find me. i said hello. he told me the someone in the bar had told him i had left the bar without getting a girl. "i knew it was not true," he said. most interesting...that boy was going to peek in every room, i guess, to make sure he was not deprived of his commission---the only humorous incident of the day, i assure you. ellena is 23 and her body did not disappoint. everything seemed to be going fine. unfortunately, when i
finished, roger was gone. i knew he would come back shortly, but i did not want to wait.
so i got directions from the doorman to avenida juarez and decided to walk there and get something to eat at el coyote---a fairly mediocre diner a few blocks from the bridge but one which is at least cool inside and has decent evaporative cooling. it was quite hot today. i had walked no more than a block when ramon appeared. "my friend! my friend!" he yelled, running across the street when he spied me. on one of my first trips to juárez i had paid ramon $5 to walk me to the pink lady, and he had not forgotten me. i had wanted to walk there that day so in the future i could cut the cab drivers out of the picture, but,
after today, i don't plan to do much more walking on the side streets of ciudad juárez---at least not in zona roja.
i had not been talking to ramon more than three minutes before a police van pulled up with red lights flashing. it was a young cop in his late twenties and a woman in her forties. they told ramon to put his hands on the side of the van and spread eagle. i got the idea this dude is a familiar face to the police despite my poor espanól, and for a minute i thought i myself was in the clear---until the young cop motioned for me to put my hands on the van, too! maybe i'm stupid, but i've learned enough over the years to know that's not a good position to be in---not in the u.s., not anywhere. things seem to always go downhill from that point.
"they think i sell you drugs," ramon said. hey, i don't frighten
easily, but ramon was obviously shitting his britches, which did not exactly fill me with optimism. they searched that boy's pockets, his socks, made him take off his shoes, and did everything but have him drop his drawers, then turned their attention to me. now comes the stupid part.
it's probably almost 100 degrees today, but what do i do but bring along a dapper little sport jacket? so i could bring along a bottle of my favorite massage oil---kama sutra, original formula. i thought if i'm going to have a massage, it's going to be just as i want it to be...ah, well... the trouble with the sports jacket was that i've had t some time, and, although i'm no big druggie, i dearly used to love a little good smoke now and then. all it would take is a couple of grains of herb to be in one of the pockets, and i would be in some stinking cell with [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord109][CodeWord109][/url] on the floor---100% certain. so, there stood international traveller and dispenser of advice to others about how to conduct oneself in latin countries---spread eagled in juárez---standing beside a known drug dealer for which they obviously had little bon ami. estupido! estupido! estupido!
the contents of my jacket raised that young man's eyebrows, let me tell you. first he found my passport, which is very, very good. i'm glad i thought to bring it. it was the only right i did today. but the bottle of kama sutra oil caused a lot of perplexion. "he thinks maybe it's some kind of drug, my friend," said ramon. great, how do i explain massage oil without knowing much spanish? believe it or not, i did. i made the shape of a chica with my hands, then mimed pouring the oil and rubbing it on her body. "por chica?" he asked me. "si! si! is muy agradable," i assured him. this comment at least brought a little smile. since he had not yet smiled, i was beginning to become a little more optimistic---but not much.
ten came the search of the pockets. tobacco was all over his fingers from the pocket in which i had put the kama sutra. that's good, good, good! then the other side pocket, where i had put twelve, yes, twelve magnum rubbers, large size. i hate those little condoms they bring you i juárez and always bring my own. he looked at them carefully, then a little smile again. you didn't have to speak spanish to know he was asking me why so many. there were twelve because i had bought a box on the way to the bridge in el paso. "yo compragne en el paso," i said (which is almost babble in spanish, i know realize). then another question containing the word "buscar" which means "look for", and i
knew he wanted to know what i was doing in juárez. "chicas, chicas! yo va club panama. yo va the pink lady. yo buscar chicas! no narco, me no loco!" that's more terrible spanish, but, hey, i was pulling every trick i knew out of the bag to convince this guy i had no interest in drugs---which is very, very true where juárez is concerned! better simply admit to being a sex maniac and hope for the best. but, damn, we had at least two more pockets to go.
next out pops a package of hall's cherry caugh drops---good,
good---more tobacco in the lining of the pocket. then a bigger smile as he pulls out four more condoms from the last remaining pocket. some statement containing the word "woman", and i knew he was saying that he could see i certainly did like the chicas! more tobacco! excellent, jacket test passed! i knew i had nothing else on me but money---a hundred dollars in each front pocket of the jeans and a hundred dollars in each sock---with the hundred dollars in the left sock definitely needing a good poke down to the ankle as i could feel it had worked its way up and almost out of the sock. he was sure to find it, and he did find the money in the pockets but never checked my socks.
i will say this for the man. he seemed to take great care to show me he did not intend to steal from me, handing me each and every item he took from my pockets. so, now, twenty minutes into this little misadventure i find myself with hands pressed against the van holding two hundred dollars, 16 condoms (hanging down in two long strands), and a package of caugh drops. he even pulled my wallet out and looked in it. another $40 u.s. it has a little zipper compartment. great! more fucking money! about a hundred dollars in pesos i had totally forgotten i had!
although i have not mentioned it, all the while he is searching me
ramon, still spread eagled, kept saying, "my friend! my friend, give me $20! give me $20."
call me hard-headed, but i wasn't going to resort to a bribe until it looked like i was going to jail. i did not have any drugs, had no
interest in drugs, and had done nothing wrong. when it came time, then i would attempt a bribe. but, hey, not right away. you never know how some latin cop is going to react if you come off like you can buy your way out of anything. as i had learned in costa rica, bribing latin officials is a delicate and triky business...
but, sadly, that moment did come. this guy was satisfied i had no
drugs on me---at least not any i had bought from ramon in the three minutes they had seen us talking---but that bottle of kama sutra oil was most perplexing to him. he held it up and spoke to me at length slowing shaking his head. falling back on everything i had ever read on esp and everything single spanish word i had ever heard in my life, it sounded to me like he was saying he would have to take me downtown until they could have this stuff in the bottle analyzed!
"my friend," said ramon, desparately. "you can pay here or you can pay from jail. cheaper to pay here. give me twenty dollars!"
"ok, but this man tells me to keep my hands on this van!" i said. i looked at the cop, and he nodded. i handed ramon a twenty, and he passed it to the female cop. i saw him add some money of his own.
that was it! they were gone in, oh, say, 90 seconds---leaving me with ramon---taking the kama sutra oil with them, by the way...
after tucking away those long strands of condoms, putting my money back into my jeans, and popping one of those caugh drops (my mouth was so dry i could barely speak), i headed toward avenida juarez leaving ramon standing there, but, of course, he caught back up with me in a heartbeat. "you lucky i was there, huh?"
"lucky! if it were not for you i would have never been stopped! i just want out of this fucking neighborhood, and i want you gone!" foreign country or not, ramon being a mexican or not, i was ready to pound that little shit into the ground if he laid a hand on me.
"but where do you want to go?" he said. "i take you to place where pussy is much cheaper than panama or pink lady. where you want to go?"
i walked along ignoring the little pest until, sure enough, suddenly i'm on avenida juarez again. thank god!
"hey, i gave them twenty of yours and twenty of mine," said ramon. "the mexican money. you give it all to me, right? what you need it for?"
this little asshole is about 5'7" and weighs about 150-160 lbls. he's in his early to mid-thirties. stay away from him. apparently you can go to jail just for being in his fucking space!
"that's your problem," i told him. "now vamos!"
he shot me a dirtly look as though *he* were the injured party and left, and i ducked into el coyte a few minutes later, no longer even remotely hungry but just wanting some place to pull myself together. in the restroom i discovered my hair had actually frizzed out to the degree most of it was standing staight out from my head. i thought about just going back to el paso. the stars did just not seem in the proper alignment today somehow.
but, no, i had to press on to the pink lady to see my favorita. i was no longer in any mood to explore the pleasures of sirena's messages parlour, much less spend the night at the villa manport---that much i was sure of. another good lay, and, thank god, back to the safe confines of mi casa en el paso.
she was there, but in the restroom at the pink lady i felt my left
sock, and no money! it had worked it's way right out of the sock and onto the street while i was trying to get rid of ramon. some méxicano is counting his/her blessings tonight, believe me. the cops never came near my socks, so they didn't get it, and it's some comfort to know ramon didn't see it fall out or he would have kissed me goodbye and circled back to snatch it. so, let's just hope some nice mexican family is eating steak tonight for a change...
believe it or not, it gets worse...
when my favorita and i went to the rooms at the side of the pink lady there was the putred, pervasive smell of human excrement in the air. the old lady running the rooms told us to sit down on the couches near the entrance. i listened to their conversation in spanish, and this one was not so hard to follow. some american had been unhappy with the service he got in his little room, so he decided to take a huge dump right there on the floor in front of the room and [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] all over the walls and floor!
it's no wonder people all over the world love us so much...we are so compassionate and respectful of the natives everywhere we go...
we sat there about twenty minutes. the old lady would walk back there and look at the crap on the floor, then come back and gripe some more to us. she didn't want to deal with it, and who can blame her? ruby went back and looked at the crap and came back with a disgusted look on her face. she told me it was a pile of crap three inches high! ruby is a sweet gal, guys, but she was tired tonight, too, and this was just too much! the old lady *finally* went back there with a huge dustpan and a broom and carried it back out the door, trying not to puke as she passed by. then we waited for her to come back with a mop and treat the floor with disinfectant.
it smelled like a hospital by the time we finally settled into our
room, but---i'll tell you, guys---at this point homer was just *not*
in the mood. i poked him in the girl, and he rose to the occasion for a while, but today this was just not the land of poncho villa and billy the kid where you spend a lovely serene afternoon with a couple of young latinas wrapped around you. it was "my friend! my friend!", flashing red lights, a hundred dollars lost on the fucking street, crapo grande on the floor, and a headache the size texas i could not ignore any longer. limped back to el paso, bought a whole twelve pack o beer, and barely restrained myself from kissing the carpet of my lttle apartment. a meager $140 left out of $400...
well, this is your man in juárez signing off for tonight---as always
bringing you the kind of reports and pithy insights which only a truly sophisticated and seasoned man of the world can bring you...
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Bubbagoes, about two months ago I had a 2-for-1 at Le Petite that was quite satisfactory. Then I believe it was $55. This was at 11:30am on a Monday, so I don't think the time of day was an issue. It just might have been the girls you had.
One of the girls for my session was quite attractive and had a good body, although a little on the slim side, in particular on top. The other one was overweight but at least top heavy. It was definitely 'La gorda y la flaca'. I figured they might complement each other since I usually need big breasts to turn me on but a slim body so I don't get turned off, which is hard to find in the MP's. The message was great with two girls, but then when we got down to busy it didn't make that much of a difference. In fact, it was a little bit of a drawback, because they were yapping away the whole time, even when the one was giving me head. But on the other hand, it was sure convenient when I was fucking the attractive one to be able to suck on the big tits of the other one.
By the way, I experienced this YMMV at the Cabaret last month (on a Wednesday evening). I had asked an attractive girl who seemed new for a table dance. When we waiting for the song to get over, she asked if she could give a dance to another guy first. I didn't mind, but when she came back early she said the guy was looking for something else and that she didn't do that. Well I was looking for something else as well, so I declined the dance with her and later had the time of my life with another one of the few lookers there. She gave me more than I had expected or hoped, which definitely took me for a ride.
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I might as well mention the previous time I was at Le Petite. This was three months ago on a Thursday at about 5:30pm. We were having a wind storm that day, so Juarez actually had a power failure when I was shopping around for MP's. First I went to Genesis which is two blocks down the road. When I was walking towards the entrance, one
of the guys waved me away. So I thought "OK, no gingos there today".
So I went to Le Petite and didn't notice the lights were out, since the MP's are usually on the dark side to begin with and it was still early. The selection wasn't the best, so I selected a boxom girl who was a little bit overweight. She mentioned something in Spanish when we were walking towards the room, but I didn't understand. But then I saw the candles in the room, so I finally figured out what was going on. The shower and massage were in the dark, but fortunately the lights came on before the real action started. She was friendly and was an enjoyable fuck, especially with the bouncing boobs, so it turned out to be worthwhile for the $35 I paid.
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Crespo, the lighting in the rooms at Genesis is dull even when the power is on, with the power off it would be pitch black in there. But there is a flip side of that coin, with no lights you could not seehow fat the girls in there were. The last several times I have been in Genesis it has been staffed by a pod of real whales, some of the girls I recognized as not having been fat in the past but it must be contagious because after working there for a while they all blew up like baloons.
I had the power failure thing happen once in Sirenas, still had a good time, so much so that on my way back across the street to the hotel I failed to notice that the power outage had also caused the traffic signal at Panama and Hnos. Escobar to stop working and damn near got run over. That was my last day down there too, hell of a way to end a vacation.
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DreamingEagle,
I always enjoy your posts. Very informative. I'll be staying in Juarez for business Oct 14 - Oct 21 and I'm looking for a "girlfriend" for the week. From the posts I've read, it seems the Juarez scene focuses mostly on one-night-only sessions. What would be the approach for finding a reasonably attractive girl that provide a GFE and would spend 4-5 nights with me during my week in Juarez? Would I best looking in regular bars, strip-clubs, massage parlors, or escort service. I was planning on spending about $100 per night for the girl.
Also, if you're in town that week, I'd like to meet you at one of the clubs and share stories/info on the Mexican border town scene.
Kdog
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Dougie, I noticed what you mentioned the time I checked out Genesis before going for the 2x1 at Le Petite. There was just two girls there and they were both gorditas. Perhaps if they offered a 1/2 for 1 special with liposuction of the girl you chose it might work out.
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Viagra question: where is a good place in Juarez to purchase it? I image the price is inversely proportional to the distance from the Sante Fe bridge.
I checked the Viagra section (WSG Forum > Special Interests > Viagra) and apparently the price will be from $15-20 a pill, based on a post regarding Nuevo Laredo and one for somewhere else is in Mexico. Let me know if someone found it cheaper, since that seems a little high.