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Free here,

They are both OPEN. I was in both less in 10 hours ago.

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[Viva Chicas]

Hello everyone,
Heard a rumor from some girl's at Habano's and wanted to know if it was true. They said Boca Torena and La Mayor have been closed down? Does anyone have any info on this, or have recently visited these two locations?

[Bangar Gangar]

Does anyone know if one can just get a "small service" in an MP like a massage plus HJ or FJ but no FS?

Would you still be charged full price?

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Although it may be an imitation, its called SHAbodeguita or something like thats. Its the SAME scene, same girls, same wait staff, same bouncers from the bode on Via Espana. But I would not advise going during the week, it sucks. Friday and Saturday nights are good though.

[GauntMan]

The original bodeguita was located on the end of Calle Uruguay, close to Avenida Balboa. That was eventually knocked down and the traffic moved to the Bodeguita VIP VIA ESPANA which had been open for close to 2 years now.
LESS then a MONTH ago, ANOTHER Bodequita was opened on calle uruguay AGAIN BUT in a NEW location directly in FRONT of a resturant called LA POSTA. Closest to Calle 50. So CURRENTLY there are TWO Bodeguitas, one on VIA Espana, and a NEWER one on calle Uruguay.

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hey Free wuzzup!!

That new bodeguita you mention in calle uruguay is an imitation, the original is the one in via espana

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The original bodeguita was located on the end of Calle Uruguay, close to Avenida Balboa. That was eventually knocked down and the traffic moved to the Bodeguita VIP VIA ESPANA which had been open for close to 2 years now.
LESS then a MONTH ago, ANOTHER Bodequita was opened on calle uruguay AGAIN BUT in a NEW location directly in FRONT of a resturant called LA POSTA. Closest to Calle 50. So CURRENTLY there are TWO Bodeguitas, one on VIA Espana, and a NEWER one on calle Uruguay.

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[Nixonbd]

The "new" La Bodequita has been open about a year now. I've reported on it several times.

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Free here,

As some of you know I have been living in Panama and traveling around Latin America for close to 7 years now. Meaning I speak good enough spanish and honestly do NOT support the idea of having a guide on trips. Considering there is so much information on this board and other places. I was going to keep this gem a secret (dont want gringos going and raising the price of pussy) but I firgure what the hell I might as well at least give you guys access to Big Tony a.k.a The Best Guide ever.

As I said prior, considering I live in Panama I have absolutely NO need for any type of guide and I speak spanish enough to pretty much go anywhere I like with no problem. But recently I meet this guy through another friend of mine. I have seem him around tons of times but never really sat down and actually SPOKE with him. So one night while partying he says hey, lets go downtown and REALLY party. By "downtown" he means the other side of the city a.k.a inexpensive with tons of gems to be had. So I said, what the hell, honestly thinking he was going to take me to a few places I had already been considering I frequent the seedier side of town OFTEN.

To my suprise he took me to about 7 or 8 clubs/strip bar/ho houses/apartments that I NEVER been to before and honestly didnt think existed here in Panama. One was named La Vegas, beers. $1.75, chica take out I think was about $40 and they had a strip show. Another was named the fox hole, I dont remember pricing. A good place in you like Dominican women And honestly I cant remember the rest al though most are in the same area of sorts. I am also suggesting this guy because these places are in tough areas of town and I would NOT suggest your text book gringo (blond/blue) venture there alone. Shit, a few places I would not even go to. Now granted the quality is lower in a lot of these places BUT if you are like me and like the thrill of the kill, dont want to blow all your money on pussy (In panama the high end places can be quite expensive) and you dont mind hitting up the seedier side of town give him a call. He doesnt have a car, but he is in the process of getting a Taxi, so soon he will be able to do airport pick up, etc. Not sure about his pricing etc, I guess talk with him about that, although im sure hes on the cheaper side. He speaks perfect english, from Washington D.C. Big Tony (507) 610 239 11

On another note, immigration seems to be relaxing a bit and the girls are out an about. The veneto this past weekend was GREAT thurs-sunday TONS of talent and new girls. This is coming from a guy you RARELY does the veneto. So if you are coming to Panama get your ass down here quick before the fucking raids start back up again.

Last point of information I am very suprised nobody has reported this. There is a NEW bodeguita that has opened up. Is is located on calle uruguay, directly in FRONT of a resturant called LA POSTA. Just tell the Taxi driver "La Posta de Calle Uruguay" it is RIGHT in front, you cant miss it. Same scene, working girls, NICE club though, set up cool, fucking drinks they give you ROCK and all around much nicer/cleaner then the old club. Although, i warn you it seems as if things are picking up a bit later these days so DO NOT go before 130-2am People will just be getting there.

Sorry for the late report, I have had all of this info(Great tour guy/new bodeguita/immigration update) for a few weeks now, but as I am sure you can see from my prior reports I only post when I have HARDCORE/GOOD info. Im not much of a "comment" guy. Anyhow, if you guys have any questions PM me.

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[A Fuegon]

When I was in PTY last, a few weeks ago, the Crazy Horse was still open. There were only 3 gatas and not the slightest bit attractive. The suizo seems to be on a mission and it's beyond me how these other entities aren't making a huge rucckus about it.

I was in La Bodeguita when la migra showed up and carded everyone, including me and the chica I was with. That same day Habanos and Venetto was raided. Uncomfortable to say the least.

Hard to tell, I wouldnt want to be around when that happens!! Besides I doubt there raids going last week, since it was the world cup finals and it has been raining like hell.

In other notes, Cotton Club closed, I suspect due to the blitzkrieg campaign that the guy from moulin rouge is doing.
I also noted that Crazy Horse, another strip joint in el dorado, near club miami, is closed and they are selling it

[GauntMan]

Has there been anymore immigration raids in the past week?

Hard to tell, I wouldnt want to be around when that happens!! Besides I doubt there raids going last week, since it was the world cup finals and it has been raining like hell.

In other notes, Cotton Club closed, I suspect due to the blitzkrieg campaign that the guy from moulin rouge is doing.
I also noted that Crazy Horse, another strip joint in el dorado, near club miami, is closed and they are selling it

[A Fuegon]

Has there been anymore immigration raids in the past week?

[Iguana Six]

What's the state of affairs? Why is immigration cracking down? Are the Columbiana's there illegally, or is it strictly a prostitution thing? Last couple times I was in PTY, the Veneto had clamped down on Columbianas too. What gives?

Colombians come in for 90 days on a tourist visa. They are not supposed to work. There is an entertainment industry "alternadora" visa/work permit for night clubs, but it is pretty transparent that it is used for places like GT and Miami, etc. Some girls do not want that "alternadora" stamp in their passport.

There is nothing illegal about a Colombian tourist sitting in a bar and having a drink with another foreign tourist. But if it turns into a work situation....

Veneto policy changes from time to time, but if you bring your friend through the lower lobby, you should have no problem, even when they are restricting access to the casino.

[Nixonbd]

What's the state of affairs? Why is immigration cracking down? Are the Columbiana's there illegally, or is it strictly a prostitution thing? Last couple times I was in PTY, the Veneto had clamped down on Columbianas too. What gives?

[Iguana Six]

Ninety minutes after Luisa left, I was sound asleep when Luisa called me. The three amigas met at the Veneto lobby, got a cab, went to the meeting place....and the Brazilians never showed up. Phone calls were made, but no luck. Mari-Luisa, tall, blonde with the big, big eyes and Luisa, tall brunette with the still-big tits went back to base, still too worried to go back to Habanos for fear of La Migra. What did the other 40 Colombian chicas that stayed away that night know that the new girls did not? Why did they almost have a close call when all the others knew it was the night to stay away?

Could I meet Luisa in the lobby? She would be there in 5-10 minutes? Was that OK? Sure, baby, its OK. I got dressed, gargled some mouth wash, and took the elevator down. I waited at the top of the escalator, hoping to see if there was any action at the Veneto casino. Hardly nothing, but it was close to 2 am.

Luisa walked in the lobby, still fresh as a daisy. We went back to my room. We were both drained from all the drama so we just got in bed, necked a little bit, cuddled a bit, and spooned. A couple of times during the night I awoke to find myself gently grinding against that pillowy butt of hers. Luisa would hump back a bit in her sleep, but we would just fall back asleep.

The next morning, I got up at my usual time and got some breakfast. I also brought back some breakfast for her, but she was still in a deep sleep. I went out and took care of some business. I got back to the room around 11am or so. Shortly thereafter, she woke up. She showered, had some breakfast, was surprised that it was almost noon.

We had a wonderful session. The sunlight drifting through the window was a novelty and revealed hole new aspects of her skin. She was like a lighter skinned version of the "Tara" from the HBO series, "True Blood," and after a good night's sleep in a real comfortable bed, she was very, very limber. We built on the vibe from the last night and it was a very good experience.

She had agreed on a $250 TLN and promised to come back that evening to do it. She asked for some money and I gave her cien as a down payment for the evening portion of the TLN - she could give me two pops that evening, and then leave before midnight to hit Habanos for some Friday night clients. And then she left.

That afternoon, I bought some Colombian pesos from a money changer across from Costa Azul. It took them a while to get some, and when they gave it to me, they said, "...and don't bring these back!"

A couple of hours later, I got an instant message from Luisa. Her creditor knew she didn't sleep at his place that night and when he found out that she had spent the night at my place, felt that she should have charged me for a TLN...and that TLN's should go for three cien and not discounted to two and a half. We arrived at a compromise, she would rejoin me that afternoon for a session, some dinner, and another session, she could try to find more work that evening, and I would give her another two cien.

When we got back together, she complained about her boss, the husband in a husband/wife team that was fronting the three amigas the money for the plane fares, and room and board. It was about a couple of thousand of bucks. Since she was giving him a couple of hundred every few days since arriving in country a few weeks earlier, and was more than half way paid off, I talked her into taking a more assertive stance.

At any rate, it was all good from there on. It was another, great, energetic crazy weasel novio session in the daylight. By this time, we were learning what each other liked. The soapy showering playfulness was fun, too. At dinner time, we tried to find the Peruvian restaurant at the other end of the loooong city block from Manolos near the Japanes restaurants. Quiet, unpretetious, and with great food, I haven't been able to find since last year. So we let the cabbie take us to the one near Siete Maras. This one, near the corner with Via Argentina, was snappy, very fashionable, but still pretty tasty food. Instead of bread, they serve several types of fried tubers with three different sauces. Yummie.

Coming back to the room, we settled into bed and started watching TV. We settled on "Mr. and Mrs. Smith," with subtitles. She laughed at the beginning sequence that took place in Bogota. Obviously it was filmed in Puerto Rico or Mexico or something, but with a little derision, she said, "That's supposed to be Bogota? That looks nothing like Bogota!"

I had to pack my bags and catch my plane early in the morning, and I wanted to keep my promise of cutting her lose to find some Friday night business. I started stroking her and nuzzling her neck. She was digging the nice bed, the air conditioning, the fancy body lotion I had caressed into her skin, the little bites I gave her, and the movie. Eventually, we got into the lovemaking, but by the time I was inside her snatch, I was having a hard time finding the leche for the third pop of the day, despite expanding our repetoire of positions and had to ask her to turn off the TV. Angelina Jolie and the bad script was not helping me concentrate. When I finally climaxed, I was so drained and limp I worried I have nothing for MDE.

[Iguana Six]

It was a thursday night. Phone calling was not working for Pamela or Nicole, I was avoiding Li-Li, and Luisa told me that she and the rest of the "three amigas" were waiting to be set up with the high rolling Brazilians. They would be told were to meet them, and then would have to wait and see if the Brazilians wanted them. Part of me wanted to call it a "rest day" and save up some leche for Friday, my last night before going to MDE.

At around 930pm or so, I went to Habanos. The reinforced platoon of Colombians was reduced to only about four chicas instead of the usual 40. Strange. Very strange. I talked with a couple of co-workers upstairs, but would go downstairs to check if any more chicas would show up. The new balcony overlooking the street was very nice. I watched a robo-chica take off with a local customer in a very nice SUV. I thought about the recent immigration raids and joked that maybe the owner had been tippied off and then tipped off the "chica union".

I went downstairs to the

....patio area for the third time and found Luisa and Lora sitting at their usual spot on the row of connected seat towards the back of the patio where the old Lebanese restaurant used to be. Plenty of goodwill there, but they were waiting on a call that would set them up with the Brazilians and were basically there in case they got the call that the Brazilians did not feel like partying that night.

We spoke for a little bit, me quickly realizing that Luisa dimples were cuter with every minute, me slowly realizing that Lora really had an impressive rack, when all of a sudden...from the corner of my eye, reflected in one of the store front's windows, I saw a two second reflection of a cop car's red & blue lights flash. It triggered an old memory of mistakes made by rookie cops or cops not familiar with all the buttons on the dashboard of their patrol vehicles; accidently hitting the flashing lights by mistake.

I turned to the street, looking for patrol car, and not spotting one, saw three unmarked cars pulling up in front of Habanos. I saw a civilian pulling a tactical shotgun out of hidden rack in the middle car, remembered what I read on this site and put 2 plus 2 together.

"La migra," I hissed to the Luisa and Lora. It was like Arnold telling Sarah Conner, "Come with me... if you want to live!" when I said, "We gotta get out of here...now. Immigration....it's a raid. Follow me!" I pushed the row of seats out of the way and had them follow me off the little stairs at the back of the front porch, around the corner, and past the Costa Azul restaurant while the immigration police were unlimbering themselves and their gear from their unmarked SUV's.

The girls were able to make good time as they had sensible shoes on and were pumped up by adrenaline. They couldn't got back to Habano's for at least an hour, they couldn't hide in Costa Azul or any bar nearby for fear they had been spotted, and they couldn't hang out in Veneto's casino either for fear that the frustrated Migra might switch to a secondary target. So....when I invited them to my hotel room, they both said, "yes!"

When they got to my room, they were very grateful. They had heard about what immigration was doing to Colombian free lance chicas on tourist visas, holding them for weeks until they agreed to work for the Swiss guy who owned the new high priced clip joint Moulin Rouge next to Oasis.

As they recovered from the close call with a jail cell and possible deportation, they laid out on my bed. They called Mari-Luisa, the third amiga, to see if she had gone to Habanos and got rolled up in the raid. I noticed that Lora had a severe burn and some two lesser burns on her leg. It was from a hot ATV tailpipe from when the went to the beach last weekend. The main burn had gotten infected and required a doctor visit after she delayed care for three days. I gave her some vitamin E gel caps and instructed her to put a hole in a cap, rub the liquid on the smaller burns, and then swallow the half empty capsule in order to avoid scarring.

The two girls were enamored with their blackberries and took pictures of themselves and each other. It allowed me to take some happy snaps of them, myself. Lora revealed that she had gotten breast reduction surgery before coming to PTY, but still remained with an impressive looking set. I was tempted to ask to see them, even to suggest a three way, but I didn't. They waited for the phone call setting up the appointment with the Brazilians.

Lora eventually stretched out, relaxed and took a nap. That was my cue to get on Luisa's side of the bed and start cuddling. She was very receptive. Chicas need loving too, especially when they are far from home and their last relationship was months ago. I started whispering in her ear about how much she enjoyed my DATY. We started kissing, and in a low voice I started talking her into wanting it. I reached under mini skirt, got her wet and then suggested I go down on her. It was OK, I told her, bite this hand towel if you don't want to wake up Lora.

She had a better idea. She took my hand, turned down the lights on Lora, and took me to the bathroom. She lifted her skirt, dropped her panties, sat on the toilet cover and pushed me down to her "Y". As I went down on her, I undid her blouse, freed the twins from her bra, and alternated between kissing her, fingering her, tonguing her, and licking her nipples. She got close to coming, but she didn't, perhaps fearing that her moans would wake up Lora. I stood up, dropped my pants and drawers and eased my semi-erection towards her pleased face. Like an new boyfriend, she took me in her mouth, occassionally kissing the tip with loud, wet smacks, or giving me long, luxurious tongue sworls, or going into her trade mark quick chicken-head rhythm. This went on for a few minutes, before she disengaged, tenderly stuffing me back into my pants. She kissed me, a long, slow tonsil probe. I think that they were either waiting for the call or instant message at this point or had to make one.

Funny, both are providers and would not have refused a three way I was glad I did not suggest it. After Luisa's impromptu session in the bathroom, I realized that they were both so new to the business, they were still able to be too embarrassed or shy to do it in front of each other, and innocent enough to treat me like a friend and BF. If I had suggested anything involving Lora, it would have broken the novio type patina on my relationship with Luisa, and I would not have gotten the freebie in the bathroom. It was the furtiveness of the encounter, the getting-to-third-base-on-the-second-date-with-the-girl-from-sophomore-geometry-class-while-her-parents-were-sleeping-upstairs rush that fueled that unplanned sensuous coda, that made it fun and harkened back to a time when sex was still dirty and the air was still clean.

Outside, we went back to cuddling, but Lora's phone rang and Luisa got a message. The next few minutes was spent getting directions and arranging to meet up with Mari-Luisa. The Brazilians wanted to inspect them. Luisa gave me a sweet kiss. To avoid another night in the ***** dorm, she asked if she could come back and sleep in my hotel room if it did not work out with the Brazilians. Sure thing, baby.

I walked them back to the elevator, went back to my room and went to bed early that night. Not bad for a "rest day," a "no-pop" day.