Girlie Drinks and Barfine
I've seen some bad reports on Burgos Street here and thought I share my experience.
I too was facinated with Burgos Street on my first few visits to Manila and had fallen for buying girlie drinks to practically 1/2 of the girlie population in Burgos St. P350 for a glass of ice tea in a shot glass. Paid barfine before (P3000) + P3000 for the girl. The girls there are very aggresive! And yes, they swamped you like flies on a piece of shit. All screaming, "me, me, me", "buy me a drink". All desprate for commission on their girlie drinks. I am not a cheapskate but the approach is too hard.
I have learn it the hard way for being broke as a joke on every visits. Silly way of thinking with my dick.
Now, I would only frequent:
1. LACafe - Freelancers that will charge P3000 - P3500 (if you're lucky: P2500). Cheap booze! St. Miguel. Always has a good band playing. Girls to choose from when gulping your beer. A few girls would even try an impress you by jumping on the podium for some pole dancing action! The girls will leave you alone unless you call them over. No girlie drinks but the drinks there are cheap. You can sit back, relax and activate your pussy scanner.
2. Havana Club (Greenbelt) - Open concept with girls everywhere. Freelancers sitting and pretending to be a normal patron. But beware of the really normal girls/patron and ladyboys!!! The ladyboys of Makati are really beautiful with flawless skin (unless this is your forte).
Freelancer are the best as they get to keep all of their hard earned cash. Wouldn't mind tipping them for a good service provided they agreed on a reasonable price.
Happy hunting!
Kalboman & Zandar - Burgos Street
Just in case you guys might still end up in Burgos St. My suggestion is to:
Go in, scan for your choice, buy her 1 (and only 1) girly drink and negotiate for her to go to your hotel.
This is a win-win method used. You don't have to pay Barfine and the girl gets business from you. But they can only see you after work! 3AM! Do this is you are planning to stay awake the whole night.
McGillicutty in Manila Report Day One
Report Day One:
Got to the airport. Made it through customs pretty quick and into my cab. This is the first time I didn't have a cabbie trying to hook me up with some p4p. Although he did, like the three other cabbies from my previous trips, try to talk me out of my reservations at the Executive Plaza Hotel. I think it is in a good spot and has the right attitude, but alas I digress, there is an entire thread just for hotels. Got to the hotel, got my room key, spied the smoking hot women working there and I wished that in some world they were not about to pay witness the debauchery I would be committing over the next twelve days. Because let's be honest. I wouldn't have anything to do with me after that if I were them.
Right off the bat I got to work. I tried some advice in the chat room thread and decided to try my luck with a CB girl. Out of all the girls interested I narrowed it down to one. It is most likely a huge waste of both our times, but if we can talk a bit and I get a little play after a week or so, all the better. I got plenty of time to play at night when she is not around. I arranged to meet her and two of her cousins at Robinson's. I let the two cousins come because hey, if I was a chick I would not meet some strange dude from another country all by myself. We agreed that she could have others there the first day but after that, it is just me and her. I asked her if they wanted to eat lunch and she said yeah. So we ate and then went to one of those family karaoke bars and got a room where I sang very poorly and the three of them were gracious enough to forgive me. We stayed there about an hour then she got a text from her Mom telling her it was time to come home. We said goodbyes and the three of them piled into a jeepney for the trip back to Quezon City. I ringed my hands, tapped into my steely reserve, got into the nearest cab and said, "EDSA complex". It was around 8PM.
The driver refused to use the meter so I got out, walked the block to my hotel, and asked the guys at the door to get me a metered cab. On a side note, the doormen here are great. I had a little afternoon delight one day on a previous visit, sent her on her way and lo and behold, two minutes later the front door was calling me to see if it was OK for my guest to leave. Now that is a "girl friendly" hotel. Nothing says service to me like "bring him here, knock the bottom out, and oh yeah, if they decided to rob you, we will stop them. " But I digress, got in the cab the doormen got me and I was off. The driver was taking a very odd route. When I asked him about it he said they blocked off a decent chunk of Roxas for some big party. As we were taking one turn, the driver reached around and locked all the doors. That was a bit disconcerting. We then proceeded down some real sketchy neighborhoods. As I was trying to figure out how to kill the taxi driver before they kidnap me the driver asks, "So you are looking for #1 talent? " I replied, "EDSA complex please. " He says, "I know a place, very good talent, you very happy. " I asked him the name of the place. He said it was some place called "Destiny". I never heard of it. He tells me that if he can take me there the cab ride is free. By this time we are finally back on Roxas after all the detours and I was feeling a little more comfortable. I know enough about mongering to know that I should never have to go to a place that needs a tout. I tell him, "EDSA complex please. " He grumbles something I don't really understand and five minutes later, for the first time in my life I beheld the wondrous beauty that is EDSA. Cab fare was around 200 peso. The metal detector at the entrance was a little disturbing but hey, in Davao there are armed guards outside stores in the mall, so this is not that bad. I found EDSA a bit overwhelming. All the posts I read made it clear that the place is real low pressure and that is what I wanted.
I wandered into the country bar first, despite the numerous attempts by the guys outside the other bars barking to get my attention and lead me into their houses of I'll-repute. They had pretty annoying dance music playing and probably twenty-five to thirty girls "dancing" on the stage. I call it "dancing" because almost every single girl looked like their mind was in their "happy place" and their body was making a very half-hearted attempt at dancing. Like if you had pointed a gun at them and told them to dance, but without the tears. They were dressed in these adorable little bikinis made of faux leather with little tassels, like a really hot Pocahontas. Made eye contact with a couple. Based on previous post, I wasn't even going to think about any girls that won't maintain eye contact with me. Mamasan came over and asked me who I wanted. I told her I would let her know when I was ready. She left and didn't bother me again. Deciding it would be better not to settle before I saw what was out there and after one frosty and refreshing San Miguel (110 peso) I headed over to the Cotton Club.
About ten girls were dancing to the same crappy dance music. No matching bikinis here and it was apparent that all the girls were slightly lower quality than the country bar girls. Better dancing though. Would describe it as "Pointed a gun at them and told them to dance, but without the tears, and they really, really wanted to live. " I sat down real far back in the bar. A mamasan went and moved two girls off the big stage and tried to move them to a smaller stage near me. I told mamasan not to bother that I would sit in front of the stage. I enjoyed another delicious and refreshing San Miguel (120 peso) and then made my way over to the Firehouse.
Even worse music than the other two bars with around fifty girls "dancing". All girls had on matching bikinis and I would rate their talent as better than the Cotton Club but not as good as the country bar. I ordered another San Miguel (110 peso). This chick in a business suit, very "thick" and definitely not talent, hovered over me for about five minutes. I told her that I would tell her when I was ready to make a choice. She asked me if I wanted a massage from her. I've seen these types of folks before in LA Cafe, they give great massages, but I was not really in the mood for that so I told her, "No, thank you. " Wasn't really too impressed with an of the girls so after my beer was done I headed back to the country bar, I was ready to make my choice. I really should of checked out the other three or four bars, but I don't think I could handle that many more beers and not suffer a little in the "performance department" later on.
I immediately noticed there were twice as many girls in there now as the last time I visited, all pretty decent. But one in particular had caught my eye earlier and I was having trouble finding her. All the girls that had been dancing when I walked in were now sitting throughout the bar. I ordered another beer (110 peso), shooed away the mamasan again and started scanning the bar for tonight's entertainment. While I was looking, two girls came over and sat down next to me and started talking to me, both were good looking, just not my choice for the evening. I did my best to ignore them and they got the hint when the bartender asked if I would like to buy them a drink and I told her very clearly, "No. " I finally found the one I wanted all the across the bar. I motioned for mamasan to come over and I pointed out which one I wanted. Mamasan pulled out a laser pointer and shined it across the room to verify my selection. My choice for the evening was "Vicky". Very pleasant looking face, and tight body. Breasts were small, but huge breasts is not really my cup of tea. We talked a bit, the same boring stuff every girl in every bar asks you: Where are you from? How long are you staying? Is this your first time in the Philippines? How many times have you been here to EDSA? Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? While burning through the stupid questions I buy her two ladies' drinks (195 peso each) based on the previous posts discussing that being part of the bar fine at this bar. Mamasan was sitting next to me trying to get this japanese guy to make a selection. She diverted here attention to me and asked if I would like to take Vicky home. I told her I would. She asked Vicky how many ladies' drinks she had. Vicky told her she had two drinks. Mamasan quoted me a bar fine of 1000 pesos. This matched previous posts so I agreed. I asked Vicky how much she wanted for LT. She told me 4000 pesos. Previous posts discussed 2500 pesos for ST (3 hours), so I figured 1500 pesos more for another five to six hours was not that bad and agreed. Part of me wanted to haggle just on principle, but this was my first visit here. I'll get the hang of things and press fo a better deal next time if it is out there. We rushed into a cab waiting outside.
Great! Another dirt bag cabbie that will not use his meter. I ask him how much he wants and he quotes me 200 pesos. That is probably twice what the meter would read but at this point I was not thinking with the right head and told him that was fine. We get to the hotel, no problems getting her in and up to my room. I tell her that I am going to shower and brush my teeth and asked her if she would like to take a shower after me and she agreed. Now to the good stuff.
She comes out of the shower with just her towel on. I was in bed in my underwear watching TV. I turn off the lights but can still see fine by the glow of the TV. She crawls under the covers with me and we start making out like a couple of high schoolers. She is very receptive to me and we start to explore each others bodies. Very GFE experience. She asks me for a condom, and having the experiences I have had here, I told her to take one of many out of the drawer next to the bed. I guess one reason the girls do not carry them is because they are considered "tools of prostitution" by the police (very enlightened), or maybe it is just the culture, but I always bring my own. Round one was pretty good, covered mish (very passionate) to doggie for my first cup of coffee. I came pretty hard for a lot longer than I am used to. That first cup of coffee was worth the 4000 pesos alone. After awhile I directed her to give me oral pleasure. She delivered a rather amateur BBBJ, but given that there was no rain coat on it still felt pretty good and I got my second cup of coffee after about ten minutes. We then went to sleep.
At about 7AM I woke up to oral pleasure, take two. Very nice alarm clock if you ask me. She asked if she could get another condom, I motioned towards the drawer and she got one out. Did covered cowgirl and reverse cowgirl for cup of coffee number three. All in all, she was a very good girl. After she got out of the shower I asked if she wanted some breakfast. She said she would. Before we headed down I paid her. During breakfast we exchanged cell phone numbers and agreed to meet again for a day date this weekend.
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McGillicutty in Manila Report Day Two
Manila Trip Report Day Two:
Today I was supposed to meet CG girl for a nice little day outing but she texts me and tells me that her mother says she cannot go without the friends from Day One. One of them has work and another has to go to school. Well there goes my day. The whole purpose of this CB thing was to have something to do during the day anyway, but oh well. Around 5pm I get a call from "Vicky" from Day One. She wants to hook up again. It wasn't so bad the night before so I figure, why not? I swing by EDSA, two ladies drinks and 1000 pesos later she's mine. We swing by a japanese restaurant and get some sushi. Then back to the hotel for shower time and some fun.
Two words, Very Disappointing. Service was pretty passionate, covered mish, a little doggie, and then BBBJTC. After that she went to sleep. We woke up and I tried for a round two but got blocked. Never being one to commit sexual assault I took a shower. She showered, took her payment, then I escorted her to the door of the hotel. Unfortunately, I will not be seeing her again. Let me pause for a minute while I delete her from my cell phone. Okay, done. Well, tomorrow I am supposed to see CB girl during the day and meet her family. I am certain that will be a barrel of joy. "No m'am, I am not here to violate your daughter fifty different ways after I earn her trust. "
Until tomorrow.
McGillicutty in Manila Report Day Three
manila report day three:
so today is the day i get to meet cb girl's family. i get a txt around noon telling me she is going to be late. i am starting to think that taking the train to quezon city may not be the fastest way to get there. they all keep asking me if i am afraid to ride the train, like they all know something i don't. i have ridden light rail in japan, russia, malaysia, hong kong, and singapore. i'm not really intimidated by the prospect of finding my way to and fro in these places. pictures of manila's light rail look suprisingly modern on their website, and i am not too worried about crime. i never carry too much on me, and as an american of viking descent, i tower over most people here. that is not to say that someone with a weapon is not going to try anything, but most people think twice. all i have to do is put my "game face" on and even the touts don't say a word to me. but it is just a game, i'm not really that tough. someone tries to rob me, they are welcome to my money. i can always get more. i just think most people do not want to talk to a foreigner that looks pissed off. i learned the trick in tokyo's roppongi district, with all the nigerian touts trying to get you to go to their rip off clubs. they fail to understand that if you have a pulse and a foreign penis, you can bang any japanese chick in roppongi real easy, just smile and you are in. these guys are literally every three feet there and all of them will try to stop you. so i started walking around like i was pissed off and looking for someone and to my surprise, not one of them bothered me. of course, eye contact with them is strictly forbidden as it just invites them in. but i digress, i told you she was going to be late so i figure i had time for a story.
around 130pm she finally arrives. to make up for lost time i arrange for transportation from the hotel directly to her house. they want an exorbitant sum of money and seeing as how want to get back with plenty of time to go mongering i agree. 2000 pesos later i was in quezon city with my own driver. he parked the car in a nice spot and gave me his cell and told me to text him when i was ready to go. the whole time we are walking to the house she keeps apologizing for how small her house is. she doesn't realize that she is so hot, i could really care less if it was a cardboard box. by now i am used to the way everyone stares at me, especially the little kids. not so much like i am a delicious piece of meat, but more like i am the first white guy they have ever seen (shiny new toy). i put on my "respectful face", greet her mother and thank her very much for inviting me into her house. a quick look around tells me a few things. the house isn't bad for the philippines. two stories, pink (gah! ), with an iron gate over every entrance. i notice right off the bat a working phone with a dsl splitter coming out of the wall going upstairs to where, i presume, the computer i have been talking to cb girl resides. i spy an empty box for a usb scanner in the corner. a karaoke machine in the living room and modern appliances in the kitchen.
so now my "spidey sense" is really starting to tingle. i see a lot of pictures up but none with any men in it. so, to make a long story short, through subtle conversation i figured out a few things that assuaged my apprehension. apparently cb girl was married to a guy in japan. he died of cancer a year ago. interestingly enough, i saw pictures of the two of them together with him. he had been through a lot of chemotherapy and didn't look too good (missing hair and all). so i will chalk that up to "not a lie". her sister is a nurse that lives in maryland and is married to a guy in the military. those two things seem to jive with what i saw. later she also told me that her father died when she was eighteen. based on a lot of our conversations she considered herself "damaged goods" because she was a widow. not sure why anyone would not be interested in her. but given that every important man in her life has died, she is bound to have some issues. regardless, i continued on. i talked with her mom and older brother a bit. they were not too subtly trying to determine m intentions. hopefully i fooled them. if not, i am pretty sure the machete will be coming out soon. then they fire up the karaoke machine. apparently i am some sort of circus attraction and everyone has their ticket and wants a piece of me. every other song i am getting the mic shoved in my face to sing. whenever i glance outside i can see at least two dozen adults and children piled on top of each other trying to look in the windows. this is on top of the fifteen or so adults and children in the living room. people keep bringing me their kids to hold and look at, as if seeking my approval. i kind of felt like that old guy at the beginning of "300" examining the spartan children for defects. i wonder if i had expressed disapproval if they would have chunked their kids down a hillside on to the top of a huge pile of other dead children, like in the movie?
now comes the food. i realize i am a little fat, but damn. they had made enough food for three families and there was only about five of us eating. i ate a little bit of everything. i was happy not to see anything too exotic. no balut, no chicken feet, thank god. the food was all pretty good. the only part i didn't like was them shoveling more and more on my plate with every bite i took. cb girl was really starting to impress me. she was totally serving me. it got so bad that i could not even get my own chips out of the bag. i would just point at a bag and she would retrieve several chips and feed them to me. this went on throughout the entire visit. it was kind of nice, in a creepy, really, really sexist way. i can see how a japanese guy would eat this stuff up. all in all it was a really good time. i got a cab back to the city ( 300 peso) after the sun went down. arranged to meet cb girl and some friends the next day for some sight-seeing.
i arrived back in my hotel, went to m secret stash of 1000 peso bills, peeled off a few 1000 pesos and headed to la cafe. it was only 830pm and pretty dead, but i picked a spot right next to the stairs so i can see every girl as she arrives. lo and behold in walks "anne". this tight little spinner was the focus of a previous visit i made in may. she ignored me at first. a friend of hers recognized me and tried to hit on me, not realizing i had been schtooping her friend and not her. i told her she knew me from anne. she kept trying to get anne's attention and it was obvious to me that anne was ignoring her. her friend was pretty persistent even after i told her not to worry about it. eventually anne started to talk to me and pretend she barely knew me. i asked if she was "with anybody right now" to determine the source of the tension. a few drinks and a couple of games a pool later she asked me why i gave her a fake email address last time i was there. ok, so she knew exactly who i was and was just playing games. i said my email again for her on the spot and she told me that she tried to send me an email and it would not let her. i soothed her a little to make her "not so pissed" at me and try to convince her that there was no connivance on my part. eventually she softened up to me. i told her i had a busy day the next day and wanted to go to bed early and asked her if she wanted to go now. she said ok and we left. i watched her put her cell phone in her purse and we were off. on the way pack to the hotel a fat guy and his girlfriend bumped into her and apologized. when we got back to the room her phone was gone. we went down, recruited a couple of street kids to start looking for the phone or the guy and his girlfriend. we walked the path back to la cafe to no avail. after about ten minutes she gave up and we went back to the room. followed the usual protocol, i showered, she showered, and then came the good stuff.
we made out like high schoolers, very passionate, and the very reason i was delighted to see anne. she kisses you hard and f**ks you very, very hard. on went the rain coat for round one, a nice covered mish that brought me all the way to the first cup of coffee. drenched in sweat we both layed down and got what i like most from anne. this girl wraps her arms and legs around you and rests like a human blanket. so many girls want to put clothes on before they go to sleep, at least underwear. not anne. she grabs a hold of you to wring out all the affection that daddy never gave her. very, very comforting. woke up in the middle of the night to her nibbling on my ear, on went the cover and we started round two. she gave my second cup of coffee with nothing more than covered mish. this girl has talent, not to mention a very small vagina. that morning we awoke. both showered, i paid her (3000 peso lt) and showed her out the door. gotta hurry up, cb girl should be at the hotel within the hour for our sight-seeing trip.
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