Manila

[D Cups]

I noticed that Amazonia is closed, which used to be a bar with a short time hotel above. Despite the fact it was a dive, I have fond recollections of the place and have been with some great girls in this building, now boarded up. I felt sad seeing the faded paint of its garish exterior.

LA Cafe but it is as good as ever, jam-packed with eager girls, many of them pretty and even a few outstanding ones. It remains one of my favourite bars in Asia.
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Amazonia was also one of my faves getting BBBJs during football halftime in the upstairs bar. Sad to see it go. As for LA Cafe, yes, occasionally one finds a goodie. Cheers, buddy.

[WestCoast1]

I remember in previous trips the French Baker being stated as a good place to pick up freelancers, as it is located near the Adriatico entrance and has seating outside. I'm not sure whether that still applies these days. According to the forum freelancers tend to congregate around the main entrance.

The French Baker is not a good place to pick up FL. Starbucks is choice, at the Pedro Gil entrance; sit at the tables inside the mall and face the atrium (the area where the Christmas tree is placed; pic attached).

I noticed that Amazonia is closed, which used to be a bar with a short time hotel above. Despite the fact it was a dive, I have fond recollections of the place and have been with some great girls in this building, now boarded up. I felt sad seeing the faded paint of its garish exterior.

Amazonia caught fire and burned about 5 years ago. It closed for good a year or so prior. Also good memories playing pool there, and there was a regular live band that played 70's rock-and-roll.

You previously mentioned Bedrock bar. Its at the base of Birch Tower on Bocobo St. The bar area is called Belagio Square. Pic attached. Bedrock bar was previously on Adriatico St, it too burned about 7 years ago.

[Sir Lancelot]

At about 4 am I felt sick and rushed to the bathroom. I was vomiting for half an hour before I returned to bed. I slept maybe an hour and then I was sick again. Over the course of the night I must have made five rushed visits to the bathroom. I assume it must have been caused by food poisoning. I ate very little today so either it was the sisig at lunch or the cheese toastie from the 7 Eleven later. Or maybe ice from the iced coffee in Intramuros.

Unsurprisingly it made a big impact on my day. I had planned to spend the day with Macca doing sightseeing but instead I lay in bed until 3. 30 in the afternoon. When I eventually felt well enough to get up I went to a nearby Mercury Drugstore and purchased sickness tablets.

Being up and about felt good so I walked to Robinsons and got myself a cold drink. It was Saturday afternoon and the mall was busy. I remember in previous trips the French Baker being stated as a good place to pick up freelancers, as it is located near the Adriatico entrance and has seating outside. I'm not sure whether that still applies these days. According to the forum freelancers tend to congregate around the main entrance.

I noticed that Amazonia is closed, which used to be a bar with a short time hotel above. Despite the fact it was a dive, I have fond recollections of the place and have been with some great girls in this building, now boarded up. I felt sad seeing the faded paint of its garish exterior.

Although I wasn't feeling 100% and hadn't eaten all day, I didn't want to waste my last night in Manila. I took another tablet and headed out in to the night. Walking along Mabini Street I passed two middle aged Korean men, both with exceptionally pretty girls at their side. The time was only 8. 30 so I assume they'd picked them up from one of the KTV joints.

My destination for the evening though was of course LA Cafe. As I neared it on MH Del Pilar Street I heard 'Lance, Lance!' shouted from the opposite side of the street. It was the Precious who I went with last night.

'Are you following me?' I joked.

She looked good and I said I'd meet her inside the bar later. Speaking of which, can anyone explain why LA Cafe has a life-size statue of a cow outside?

Macca and I secured stools opposite the entrance, a good place to see girls as they first arrive. I bought myself a bottle of water, as I didn't want to risk alcohol tonight and barely had I drank a few mouthfuls Precious appeared in front of me, marking her territory by kissing me on the lips.

My intention tonight had been to find another girl but but taking girls a second time never disappoints. She looked dazzling once again, with a very pretty smile, long silky hair, perfect eyebrows and flawless skin. Just a naturally sexy girl, dressed modestly in a brown dress. She was a lot of fun too, laughing manically at my jokes and singing to the songs the DJ was playing. We duetted a particularly rousing version of Starship's 'Nothing's going to Stop Us Now'. I found it amusing singing 'if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other' to a sexy freelancer I'd only met one night ago.

Thumbs up for the music in LA Cafe, good selection, mainly 80's and 90's and at a volume so it's easy to chat.

I bought her a drink and asked her whether she gets any money for it. She told me girls don't get a cut, the bar gets all of the money. I wondered why that would be the case, then imagined how different it would be if LA Cafe had the same rules as a Thai style beer-bar for example. Girls would hassle customers for drinks relentlessly and one of the best things about LA Cafe is the lack of pressure from girls. They just stand around, smiling sweetly.

Ten minutes after Macca went back to his hotel to watch a football match from back home, Precious and I walked back to my hotel.

'Aha same girl tonight' the security guard said approvingly as he took her ID. They shared a joke in Tagalog and as we took the lift up to the third floor, she informed he'd told her not to forget her bracelet this time.

She wouldn't stop singing songs once we got to my room. She put soppy music on her phone and as she was giving me a blowjob would stop to sing the chorus to me, erection in hand. It was quite comical. She was sucking me expertly, then would stop to sing 'be my, be my baby'. Who says romance is dead?

The sex was great and we did lots of different positions to the night before, including doggy. She asked me to go slow which defeats the point of doggy in my opinion, but I did as I was told. When I asked her 'what your favourite position, you choose' she said 'me on top' and rode me expertly to a climax.

After she showered I watched her get changed and gave her the agreed 3000 pesos, plus tip. She'd been a great girl to spend time with.

Tomorrow I go to Angeles. Apart from the food poisoning I've had a great time in Manila. I was half expecting to be let down by LA Cafe but it is as good as ever, jam-packed with eager girls, many of them pretty and even a few outstanding ones. It remains one of my favourite bars in Asia.

This diary will continue on the Angeles thread.

[Sir Lancelot]

After waving Rosalyn goodbye I spent an enjoyable afternoon doing some sightseeing with Macca. I walked through Rizal Park (the Chinese gardens are particularly nice) to Intramuros, the old town with lots of Spanish architecture. We visited the cathedral, Fort Santiago and stopped for numerous refreshment breaks.

If the architecture doesn't interest you, there are lots of pretty Filipinas to admire. I noticed one filming me on her phone as I was walking past so, much to her amusement, put my arm around her and gave her a selfie of us both I'm sure she'll treasure forever.

By the time we got back to our hotels, Macca's fitbit said we'd walked 5 miles. I bought a few big bottles of water and snacks for my room from the 7 Eleven next to my hotel and had a lazy couple of hours in my room.

Soon it was time to shower and shave and head out for another night in Manila. We were due to start for a drink at the intriguingly named Oarhouse but Macca intercepted me on the street outside and told me it wasn't our scene, just a lot of old Korean men chain-smoking. So we went to the equally intriguingly named Bedrock for a beer instead, an outdoor court surrounded by bars.

Korea Town seems quite an interesting part of town, with lots of bars, KTVs and places advertising 24 Hour Massage. With more time in the city I'd be tempted to visit some of these establishments, all in the name of investigative journalism of course. Just the phrase KTV makes my wallet shudder in fear and I suspect the most you can have at the massage place is an overpriced handjob. Happy to be proved wrong though.

Manila feels edgy at night. The streets are dark, young kids thrust their hands out looking for a few pesos and freelancers call 'Hello, mister' from dark corners. I love it. I always try to have a few coins in my back pocket to give them. The kids, not the streetwalkers.

We entered LA Cafe at 9 pm and were shown to stools that weren't ideally located, in a narrow part of the bar. Much better to sit somewhere where you can see lots of girls standing around, trying to meet your glance. In the past I've had quite a bit of success standing near the pool tables on the ground floor. You pretend to watch the pool but really you are looking at the girls who usually always go in to the female toilet to freshen up when they arrive.

It was Friday night and although the place was busy, the male to female ratio had swung significantly in favour of the girls. There were at least double the number of guys. Perhaps Friday night is when a lot of the expats come out to play.

We went upstairs and scored the best table, facing the top of the steps. It gives the ideal vantage point to make eye contact with pretty girls before anyone else. Well that's the theory anyway, a lot of the prettiest have tunnel vision and turn right immediately towards the Korean section. It's quite a funny spectacle. They'll line up at the side and wait to be summoned to sit next to a Korean customer for half an hour of zero conversation. It all seems very businesslike and boring to me, but I can't blame the girls wanting to make as much money as possible.

Our perfect table immediately yielded results. A very pretty girl confidently approached and introduced herself as Precious. She was a lovely girl but I got the impression was more interested in introducing us to her less good-looking friend. She quickly moved to the next table where her advances worked on a young Korean man.

Shortly afterwards I saw a standout girl reach the top of the stairs. She had the face of an angel and a fantastic figure, one of the most beautiful girls I've seen in a long time. I smiled and she came to my table.

'My name Keisha' she said.

'I'm Lance' I said, struggling to contain my excitement.

'Where you from?

'China'. She laughed and I told her England. Her next question surprised me.

'Are you here for girl?

'Yes. You'.

'Oh okay. Problem is my fee is 7000, is that okay?

'How many days is that for?' I joked and she punched me on the arm.

'How much you give?' she asked.

I told her I would think about it. 'Okay, I go now, look out for me' she said. For at least the next two hours I watched as she worked the room and weaved her magic on customers, mainly older Koreans, but it was noticeable that she didn't leave with any.

I found our conversation interesting. Firstly she didn't waste any time getting down to business, asking if I was looking for a girl. Pretty girls like her don't want their time wasted with idle chit-chat. Secondly I know that the prettiest girls sometimes ask for 5000 at LA Cafe but I've never heard of 7000. I'm not a giddy first-timer in Asia and I promise you, this girl is one of the prettiest I've ever seen. I presume she feels she can ask for what she likes and eventually someone will pay.

It was interesting how apologetic she sounded when she quoted the price ('problem is my price is 7000', is that okay? And then immediately asked what I'd like to pay. I reckon she deliberately quotes high fully expecting to be haggled down to 5000, which she'll happily take. It's a high price but she's a stunner for sure.

By midnight upstairs was packed, as a band belted out cover versions. 'Alone' by Heart was played, which I found ironic.

I went to the toilet and felt on edge when the toilet attendant started massaging my shoulders as I washed my hands. Ten years ago this happened and the 'masseur' placed his hands either side of my head and quickly wrenched my neck left and right, making it click loudly. I thought he was trying to assassinate me.

Last night I sat at the circular bar next to a pretty girl with wavy hair and she acted off with me. I have no idea why as I didn't even talk to her but each time I glanced in her direction she gave me the evils. Tonight she was a different person though and flashed me a big smile and came over to talk.

'Why you angry with me last night?' I asked.

'I was in baaaaaaad mood last night' she replied, before pointing to her cute but slightly chubby friend. 'You like?' I've noticed a lot of the prettier girls act as talent agent for their friends. After she left, Macca said he'd like to go with her but feared she eat him alive.

There were other pretty girls too. A tall skinny blond walked past several times, scouting the room. A girl I was flirting with yesterday was sat nearby with a customer so I pretended to cry which made her laugh. A cute girl with a sweet and innocent appeal kept positioning herself close but I was put off by her slightly chunky thighs.

'I would be a really good hooker' mused Macca but before I had chance to ask why, a familiar face reappeared. It was Precious from earlier in the night, this time without her friend. Earlier in the night I was put off as she seemed too pro but now she was fun and flirty, laughing and high-fiving at every opportunity. I bought her an expensive drink (400 pesos) and knew I'd found my girl.

She asked for 4000 for short-time but accepted 3000. She was definitely one of the prettier girls so I suspected she wouldn't go too low. Haggling too hard affects service in my experience.

It was only as we were taking the five minute walk back to my hotel that I realised how small she was. 'I'm four foot eleven' she told me.

She undressed as soon as she entered my room, revealing a sexy body and small tits. I lay next to her on the bed and immediately she unzipped my shorts and gave me a nice blowjob, getting me hard and ready for action. As I rolled a condom on she said 'wow you so big'. I'm not big by western standards but it's always nice hearing a girl say so, not least because it suggests she hasn't been with many western men. 'Go slowly' she added as I slid in to her tight pussy.

At first I was gentle with her as she tightened her face like she was in pain, but five minutes later I was giving her a good pounding as she kissed me passionately. My room has got an armchair so I sat on that and she rode me as I sucked her erect nipples. As she was so small I grabbed her arse-cheeks and lifted her up, fucking her as I was standing up. She seemed to really get in to it, wrapping her legs around me and thrusting her hips at me before groaning like she'd had an orgasm.

I lowered her on to the bed and fucked her in mish again but I find it easiest to come with the girl on top. She looked exceptionally pretty as she rocked her hips on mine, bringing me to a shuddering climax. 'I cum twice' she said proudly. Great session.

She happily agreed to pose for photos and I sent her on her way with a tip in her purse.

The night had a twist. I went to bed and fell asleep almost straight away. I'd been asleep for a few hours when I was woken by the phone next to my bed. It was reception informing me Precious had returned as she'd left a bracelet in my room. I had to laugh, it was a cheap one with beads, not really worth walking me up for!

On the bright side though, I got a few more kisses from her and her parting words were 'I fuck you again tomorrow'.

[Simon Says]

Hi folks.

Do any board members have insight on a pharmacy in Ermita where I can pick up Cialis or Viagra without a prescription?

I know there are some pharmacies that offer this, I'm just hoping I can avoid going to a dozen locations until I locate one.

Thanks for any advice.

Simon.

[AsianPursuits]

I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. It was good to be back in Philippines. This trip I'll be spending three nights in Manila, followed by trips to Angeles, Cebu and Coron, then a final week in Pattaya. Tonight had been a great start.

Welcome back. Great report. I nominate this as a Report of Distinction.

[Locamotive]

After nearly 24 hours of planes, trains and automobiles, I was excited to touch down in Manila. It's 10 years since I last visited Philippines and I was excited to be back. I took a metered cab from the airport and my driver was a jovial chap called Jimmy. Within five minutes he offered me 'beautiful girl for massage'. We passed the KTVs on Roxas Boulevard before pulling up to my hotel.

When I booked on Agoda there was a dearth of decent midrange hotels in the Ermita area, so I opted for Citystate Tower, a place I've stayed at before due to its proximity to LA Cafe. My room is decent but lacks two important things, a safe and a window. It does have aircon though, as I'm constantly reminded by the continual rumbling. I paid 9000 pesos for three nights, which seems a lot for the quality of the room. I don't mind too much because it's all about location in Manila for me.

After quickly unpacking and hiding my cash in a rolled-up sock, somewhere a would-be thief would never think to look, I headed out to meet my friend Macca. It was 11 pm and sleep was a tempting proposition but it was good to catch up over a quiet beer. We met at G point, on the opposite block to my hotel, a bar popular with expats as it has an extensive western food menu and a number of generally older freelance girls. I got my first wink of the trip from a foxy girl wearing double denim.

I was excited to enter LA Cafe, undoubtedly one of my favourite pay-for-play venues in Asia. To those that haven't been, it's a bar teeming with freelancers. We were shown to stools next to the circular bar and returned the glances and smiles of girls, standing three deep around us. It was 11.45 on a Thursday night and the place was packed. In fact it was exactly how I remembered it 10 years ago and the quality of girls similar too. A lot were not my cup of tea but there were plenty of foxy chicks and pretty younger ones too.

I've taken some great girls from here in the past and I knew I wouldn't struggle to over the next three nights.

A pretty 26 year old with curly hair told me that I was handsome, so I told her my fee is 1000 but for her I'd come down to 500. Sadly she didn't take me up on the offer. Despite the fact there are many, many eager girls, there is very little pressure for drinks. They just wait to be called over. Occasionally an older, more experienced girl will find an excuse to chat with you but generally it's a relaxed place. My San Miguel cost 130 pesos.

In past trips upstairs is the place to secure the prettiest girls. There is a 100 peso entrance charge and usually live music. We found a table and although there were a fraction of the number of girls, there is definitely some eye candy. On the next table a bald-headed European man was clinking glasses with a very pretty girl in a figure-hugging yellow top. Most of the prettiest girls on the second floor make a beeline to the area to the right of the stairs, where generally Korean customers congregate, lucrative targets for any business-savvy working girl.

It's worth pointing out though that the pretty girls 'do the rounds' in LA Cafe. They'll alternate between the floors, so you'll see them scouting customers in the bearpit on the ground floor too.

Macca (who I'm legally obliged to tell you isn't Paul McCartney) and I went back down to the ground floor and found stools next to the bar. The pretty 26 year old I chatted with earlier was chatting with a man with grey hair and an uncanny resemblance to Gary Glitter. A pretty blond dressed in all white with braces on her teeth told me her name was Cherry. To quote Britney, I bet she's not that innocent.

Fifteen minutes later two foxy older girls approached us, Charlene and Angelica, the latter of whom tempted me. She was probably late 20's but was a guaranteed good time.

As ever in places like this, it's like a game of blackjack. Stick or twist?

By 2 am the number of girls downstairs have thinned out, but that's not to say there aren't plenty to choose from. A table nearby had a group of young Korean men who were chatting with some nice girls. One of them kept smiling over to me who had a lovely face but slightly off-putting teeth. She had a cute, innocent looking friend who was a little bit chubby but had temptingly large tits.

Suddenly my long day of travel caught up with me so I decided it was time to take a girl.

One of the best girls I've ever met at LA Cafe was a dark-skinned girl I nicknamed Amazonian Princess due to her fabulous figure. She had big blowjob lips and provided me with some of the best sex I've ever had, as the fingernail scratches down my back proved. So when I saw a similar looking girl smiling at me from the other side of the bar I couldn't resist calling her over. Her name was Rosalyn, she was 28 from Mindanao, and was wearing a lacy top that showed off her skinny figure. She had a pretty face, a nose piercing and long curly hair.

It was time to talk numbers. She quoted me 3000 for short-time but immediately accepted my counter-offer of 2000. Ten minutes later we were showering back in my room.

She was very skinny with small tits. Amusingly, when we lay on the bed she told me that I smiled so much in the bar she thought I was gay! As a result I did feel a bit of pressure to prove to her over the next hour I wasn't. She was a fantastic kisser and soon I was pulling her red lacy knickers off.

She played 'How Do I Live Without You' by Leane Rhymes on her phone as I slowly slid in to her tight pussy. At first she was groaning and tightening her face but fifteen minutes later she was riding me confidently and kissing me passionately. As I'm a gentleman, after I shot my load I invited her to sit on my face. She really got in to it, grinding her pussy with vigour until she came.

Afterwards she was sleepy so I invited her to stay the night. She agreed, so the 2000 short-time we agreed in the bar ended up being for longtime. She was cuddly and affectionate, although if I'm being critical, she took far too much of the bed for such a small girl.

I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. It was good to be back in Philippines. This trip I'll be spending three nights in Manila, followed by trips to Angeles, Cebu and Coron, then a final week in Pattaya. Tonight had been a great start.

Congrats on your return after 10 years. 10 years is a long time and so does inflation. 2000 with a cutie turned into a LT is certainly not the norm anymore, not even close. Unless she just really really liked you or you're Brad Pitts twin I wouldn't expect a repeat of that. Certainly not in Makati and bars on Burgos, girls would be insulted with that price. Girls in the bars get regular tips that much with no barfine. Anyway, welcome back and good hunting.

[Sir Lancelot]

After nearly 24 hours of planes, trains and automobiles, I was excited to touch down in Manila. It's 10 years since I last visited Philippines and I was excited to be back. I took a metered cab from the airport and my driver was a jovial chap called Jimmy. Within five minutes he offered me 'beautiful girl for massage'. We passed the KTVs on Roxas Boulevard before pulling up to my hotel.

When I booked on Agoda there was a dearth of decent midrange hotels in the Ermita area, so I opted for Citystate Tower, a place I've stayed at before due to its proximity to LA Cafe. My room is decent but lacks two important things, a safe and a window. It does have aircon though, as I'm constantly reminded by the continual rumbling. I paid 9000 pesos for three nights, which seems a lot for the quality of the room. I don't mind too much because it's all about location in Manila for me.

After quickly unpacking and hiding my cash in a rolled-up sock, somewhere a would-be thief would never think to look, I headed out to meet my friend Macca. It was 11 pm and sleep was a tempting proposition but it was good to catch up over a quiet beer. We met at G point, on the opposite block to my hotel, a bar popular with expats as it has an extensive western food menu and a number of generally older freelance girls. I got my first wink of the trip from a foxy girl wearing double denim.

I was excited to enter LA Cafe, undoubtedly one of my favourite pay-for-play venues in Asia. To those that haven't been, it's a bar teeming with freelancers. We were shown to stools next to the circular bar and returned the glances and smiles of girls, standing three deep around us. It was 11.45 on a Thursday night and the place was packed. In fact it was exactly how I remembered it 10 years ago and the quality of girls similar too. A lot were not my cup of tea but there were plenty of foxy chicks and pretty younger ones too.

I've taken some great girls from here in the past and I knew I wouldn't struggle to over the next three nights.

A pretty 26 year old with curly hair told me that I was handsome, so I told her my fee is 1000 but for her I'd come down to 500. Sadly she didn't take me up on the offer. Despite the fact there are many, many eager girls, there is very little pressure for drinks. They just wait to be called over. Occasionally an older, more experienced girl will find an excuse to chat with you but generally it's a relaxed place. My San Miguel cost 130 pesos.

In past trips upstairs is the place to secure the prettiest girls. There is a 100 peso entrance charge and usually live music. We found a table and although there were a fraction of the number of girls, there is definitely some eye candy. On the next table a bald-headed European man was clinking glasses with a very pretty girl in a figure-hugging yellow top. Most of the prettiest girls on the second floor make a beeline to the area to the right of the stairs, where generally Korean customers congregate, lucrative targets for any business-savvy working girl.

It's worth pointing out though that the pretty girls 'do the rounds' in LA Cafe. They'll alternate between the floors, so you'll see them scouting customers in the bearpit on the ground floor too.

Macca (who I'm legally obliged to tell you isn't Paul McCartney) and I went back down to the ground floor and found stools next to the bar. The pretty 26 year old I chatted with earlier was chatting with a man with grey hair and an uncanny resemblance to Gary Glitter. A pretty blond dressed in all white with braces on her teeth told me her name was Cherry. To quote Britney, I bet she's not that innocent.

Fifteen minutes later two foxy older girls approached us, Charlene and Angelica, the latter of whom tempted me. She was probably late 20's but was a guaranteed good time.

As ever in places like this, it's like a game of blackjack. Stick or twist?

By 2 am the number of girls downstairs have thinned out, but that's not to say there aren't plenty to choose from. A table nearby had a group of young Korean men who were chatting with some nice girls. One of them kept smiling over to me who had a lovely face but slightly off-putting teeth. She had a cute, innocent looking friend who was a little bit chubby but had temptingly large tits.

Suddenly my long day of travel caught up with me so I decided it was time to take a girl.

One of the best girls I've ever met at LA Cafe was a dark-skinned girl I nicknamed Amazonian Princess due to her fabulous figure. She had big blowjob lips and provided me with some of the best sex I've ever had, as the fingernail scratches down my back proved. So when I saw a similar looking girl smiling at me from the other side of the bar I couldn't resist calling her over. Her name was Rosalyn, she was 28 from Mindanao, and was wearing a lacy top that showed off her skinny figure. She had a pretty face, a nose piercing and long curly hair.

It was time to talk numbers. She quoted me 3000 for short-time but immediately accepted my counter-offer of 2000. Ten minutes later we were showering back in my room.

She was very skinny with small tits. Amusingly, when we lay on the bed she told me that I smiled so much in the bar she thought I was gay! As a result I did feel a bit of pressure to prove to her over the next hour I wasn't. She was a fantastic kisser and soon I was pulling her red lacy knickers off.

She played 'How Do I Live Without You' by Leane Rhymes on her phone as I slowly slid in to her tight pussy. At first she was groaning and tightening her face but fifteen minutes later she was riding me confidently and kissing me passionately. As I'm a gentleman, after I shot my load I invited her to sit on my face. She really got in to it, grinding her pussy with vigour until she came.

Afterwards she was sleepy so I invited her to stay the night. She agreed, so the 2000 short-time we agreed in the bar ended up being for longtime. She was cuddly and affectionate, although if I'm being critical, she took far too much of the bed for such a small girl.

I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. It was good to be back in Philippines. This trip I'll be spending three nights in Manila, followed by trips to Angeles, Cebu and Coron, then a final week in Pattaya. Tonight had been a great start.

[Trvllvr58]

Because I do not see any info on BBBJ and / or BBFS. The closest info I see is this:

"Do your escorts provide GFE service?

Yes, they do, but remember that hygiene plays a key role in ensuring that you have a great time with our models. ".

Here is the link to the FAQ: https://manilacourtesans.com/faqs-2/.

Thanks for any additional info you have about them.

Sorry about that. Thought it was in the FAQ, but it was probably in a communication from "Jennifer" who handles the booking. Anyway, if it's BB you seek I don't recommend Manila Courtesans.

[WestCoast1]

Good evening gents. One of my twiglets before the ditty. Enjoy.

[WestCoast1]

As I'm doing my due diligence by RTFF, I have a quick question. Now that Jollibee has become more popular, seems like Filipinas are becoming fatter. Is that excess fat giving them some shapely booties? Or is all that nasty fried chicken going straight to their gut? I love Asian women with ass, so I'm praying all that fried goodness is popping out their booties.

Nsugen, send me a PM, I have some thoughts for you.

[MohdirFan82]

Genetically majority of Filipinas grow fat around their shoulders, face, belly and upper part of the body.

Rarely seldom fat deposits lower part of body unlike Africans.

Booty is the last thing grows on Filipinas sadly.

I also prefer coke google shape but safely they are hard to come by.

Indonesian and Thais have high chance of growing booties and thighs.

As I'm doing my due diligence by RTFF, I have a quick question. Now that Jollibee has become more popular, seems like Filipinas are becoming fatter. Is that excess fat giving them some shapely booties? Or is all that nasty fried chicken going straight to their gut? I love Asian women with ass, so I'm praying all that fried goodness is popping out their booties.

[Dg8787]

As I'm doing my due diligence by RTFF, I have a quick question. Now that Jollibee has become more popular, seems like Filipinas are becoming fatter. Is that excess fat giving them some shapely booties? Or is all that nasty fried chicken going straight to their gut? I love Asian women with ass, so I'm praying all that fried goodness is popping out their booties.

It has been addressed many times over previous reports. Please read the reports.

[Nsugen]

As I'm doing my due diligence by RTFF, I have a quick question. Now that Jollibee has become more popular, seems like Filipinas are becoming fatter. Is that excess fat giving them some shapely booties? Or is all that nasty fried chicken going straight to their gut? I love Asian women with ass, so I'm praying all that fried goodness is popping out their booties.

[Pute Nut]

I too have never ever heard of the haircut comparison chart.
There really isn't a commodity comparison chart. Some may use a rule of thumb but that is all it is.

Mr Strawman, if you read my OP that's what I called it: "a good rule of thumb". It's supposed to be a loose, lighthearted indicator for pussy pricing, and perhaps not autistically interpretated as a hard rule.

Good luck on proving a negative BTW.