Ciudad Juarez - 2004 Reports

[Mugroso]

Dreaming eagel said, "because I think she and Lorena have some kind of feud going or something. By picking her right in front of Lorena I seemed to have made her day"
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We can cross borders or fly the oceans, no matter where we go we will never escape the petty jealousys of a woman. Even my puta Marilu gets jealous if I talk to another chica, and she is a pro.

[Mugroso]

I am quite capable of reading. I have looked up old posts so I am at least somewhat familiar. For one. I think your posts are long winded. Much better than a one line post however. You seem to be unable to admit you are wrong. For example auto insurance. You just can't let things drop. You press on.

I stand by my comment. You are wrong regardless of the circumstances. You have a crude mouth and you dishonor the decent folks who have attempted to teach you Spanish by using filthy words you have over heard on children.

Rear Window, mi hermano de leche, I did read the post. It is a shame she had access that far in a hotel to get to de's room. Beggars and street *****s are a nuisance in Mexico and I believe she was that aggressive to get in the room. Still, she is a child, dreaming eagle is an adult, so act like onea and don't be so crude in Mexico, it makes me look bad.

I don't expect anyone to say I am right. I don't want you to recant. I want you to chew on this food for thought.

Now lets get this thread back to mongering and lets save the filthy words for the putas.

[DreamingEagle]

i've decided perla at el encanto is about one of the sweetest providers in juarez. i showed up there wednesday, and it was only her and lorena in the parlour. i said hello to lorena and selected perla.

when lorena came along i had been selecting her for about two months. one day when she was not there, i got with perla. after she took the money she read me the riot act about her being my "girlfriend" for two years, then suddenly it was "lorena, lorena, lorena", wiggling her first two fingers over her forehead like little devil's horns.

i told her the truth was i liked them both.

"no! her or me!" she said, eyes flashing with anger, looking a lot bigger than her 105 lbs.

she asked me if i knew she still had both of the cards i had given her back when she worked at sirena's.

i told her i was a little surprised, and i was. but then i also thought she must have a drawer full of cards given to her by her other clients. still, i was a little touched (about .4 on a scale of 10), having forgotten about the cards until she mentioned them.

she shrugged, as though that said everything. (what a little actress.)

she left to put on her little massage parlour robe while i took a shower, and i thought, wow, she was indeed a little pissed. but it was mostly an act, and we had a really good time when we got down to business, maybe the best ever.

wednesday was even better, because i think she and lorena have some kind of feud going or something. by picking her right in front of lorena i seemed to have made her day. and a girl has never felt so warm as she did after those cold hotel rooms with no hot water i had stayed in on my train ride to los mochis.

besides, she is good to talk to. the sessions usually go over an hour, mostly because we talk so much while getting dressed. i learned she gets $15 of the $30 the clients pay and usually gets about 3-4 clients a day, which means she makes more in a day than a person with an ordinary job in juarez makes in a week. she's not crazy about being a prostitute, but that's life. told her about the experience with the **** girl on my trip and about how i hate the cops in the city.

left with the same feeling i always have with her. this is a sweet person, and it's nice to have sex with someone you connect with. she's small and cute from head to toe.

she's like one of those girlfriends you may have had whom you enjoyed being with but would never be jealous of. good sex, a few laughs, and bye-bye 'till next time.

lorena will knock your socks off, too.

for those of you who are not familiar with juarez, el encanto is at 2330 hermanos escobar above papagyos's bar and the el herraderro restaurant one block west of calle panama. $30.

[DreamingEagle]

i said the right thing. she was **** and about to physically push her way into my room uninvited and obviously against my will. it stopped her right in her tracks, and she left on a good note. so you need to take things in context and not be throwing words around like "arrogant gringo" and "ignorant in spanish" when you don't even have any idea who you are talking about and obviously did not even read the entire post with any degree of thoughtfulness. you are certainly not familiar with my posting history, or you would have never suggested such a thing.

sorry to be blunt. but your comment was not correct, and it certainly didn't have a trace of tact.

[Mugroso]

Rear Window,

Bad move at not taking Marilu to the room. But then again if it was close to closing time, good move. Even the best of lays can get kinda jittery near closing. They want to get in line and cash in those fischa tickets. I will be heading down in a couple of weeks and have another piece of that ass. I haven't had her since my anal adventure with her. I just wish I could cut myself loose of her due the skinny Santa Claus situation. But a piece of tight, eager and pleasing ass is hard to find. I need a real mamona like her.

On another note, I have been doing a tour thing. I have been cataloging tittie bars, *****houses and MPs and snapping photos of each. I even got the places I don't go to. I am not sure how I will dispense this information to the world or how to charge but I have got to profit from my knowledge of Juarez. It will be a great way to supplement my Mexican pussy budget. My goal is minimum expense, maximum profit.

If this venture proves promising I am gonna get me an all nighter with 2 chicas in the Lucerna. Maybe 3, why the fuck not. I always aim high.

Laters
The Filthy One

[RearWindow]

Mugroso,

Perhaps you should re read DE's posting. He didn't approach the girl, she came to him. And he knows she was a child, and sent her away.

As to the comment about arrogant gringo, or ignorant, take a deep breath, look at yourself, y cerrada su boca.

[Mugroso]

DreamingEagle you said, "No, a la verga!" I told her. (Enough!).
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What an inappropriate thing to say to a child. "No, ya basta" would have been the proper thing to say. Either you are just an arrogant gringo or just ignorant in Spanish, which is it? Leave the kids alone.

[DreamingEagle]

When my friend heard I would be in Ciudad Juarez for Christmas there was no arguing with him. "If you are here, you are at my house the night before Christmas!" he said.

"No, there is no maybe," he replied when I hemmed and hawed. "It's done!" he added with an air of total finality.

Of course, I was there.

His two kids are just precious, a little girl about 11 and a little boy about 9 or 10. They called me "Mister Ron". His wife, Rosie, is also a jewel. They live in a little house not far from my apartment. I took a taxi over so not to worry about drinking and driving.

My friend cooked a huge pork roast in the oven. The hunk of pork they put on my plate took up half of the plate, and that's no exageration. We drank wine, brandy, and beer all night. My friend sang along with the music. He has an operatic quality voice, perfect pitch, perfect temelo, perfect timing. He used to be a professional singer and sings from his diaphram which is where good singers sing from. One of the other two guests was a 60 year old man who speaks good English and quoted Walt Whitman over dinner. The other guest was a younger guy in his 40's who works for a local radio station. My friend publishes a magazine.

After dinner toasts were in order. My friend toasted to the Juarez Tour Guide and the fact it was telling the truth about Ciudad Juarez, that it was about time. My toast was that since I could not be with my own family that night it was nice to see I had found a new family here in Mexico. His wife's toast was that she believed we had all found a fellowship with each other, one she believed would be with us all of our lives. The poet's toast was to me, that I was now part of them, that people from everywhere on the planet see the same sun and moon rise above them, that our presence together than night was proof of this fact. The little boy had been given a couple of glasses of wine and simply sat there watching this all unfold with a shit-eating grin on his face. The man who worked for the radio station toasted to life, and enjoying every day of it.

Then we went into the living room and presents were exchanged. The little boy got things like those robot toys that turn into different things when you twist them around and a battery powered race car. The little girl got some knick-knacks and an electronic keyboard, which thrilled her to no end. With the unwrapping of each gift, the guests, including me, all applauded like it was the king's jewels being unwrapped. They gave me a pair of gloves. I had given them an Eagle's CD. Hugs were exchanged all around, the children, everyone. Then my friend cranked the music, and we all danced, the children, everyone. Spirits were high, and it seemed God truly was in his heaven that night.

We then went back to the big kitchen table and had a little debate about whether I would take a taxi or be driven home that night. I insisted on calling a taxi and asked them to respect the intelligent decision I was making. Paco (the poet) finally admitted he was more than a little drunk, and I pointed my finger at him and told him that was exactly why he was not driving me home! The discussion went back and forth in a good spirited way until I finally relented and agreed to let my friend and his wife drive me home. They were not drunk. They had been playing host all night and had let us get drunk instead.

Let off safely at my apartments, I went upstairs and just smiled. The poet was right---the same sun and moon rises and sets above all of us. We can't be afraid to embrace that fact, or each other.

If we do something is seriously sick in our hearts.

[DreamingEagle]

i'm not sure i have any idea about what the man is asking for... if he means spanking a girl's behind, i can assure you i do that all the time with her in the doggie position, walls up or not. if he means anal sex, i'm not into getting my dipper into that realm so have no idea whatsoever what to recommend...but i'm sure it's a common request in the mps or in el centro.

then again, i have a feeling when i am missing the point altogether, as i believe i am here.

just got back from los moches on the great train ride through the copper canyons. this adventure is one i can recommend to anyone. it will take a month to process all of the photos and information i accumulated about the trip, but you will be able to read about it soon on the juarez tour guide web site.

i did the trip in the cheap, hoping to pull it all off for $300. it cost more like $400, which is still pretty inexpensive for that kind of adventure. i took the second class train on the way to los mochis and the first class train back to chihuahua. both have pluses and minuses.

i stayed in hotels which have rooms for $10 but no hot water or heaters. fortunately, they all had thick warm blankets, even if i did have to sleep in my clothes to be warm. in los moches, a young girl knocked on my door about ten minutes after i got there, offering me sex for $10.

she was slender and plenty cute, but she was just a child (imagine jr. high school, 8th grade cute).

"mija, cuantos años tienes?" i asked her. (how old are you?)

she said she was 14.

i just laughed.

"momentito," i said said, shutting the door in her face.

i came back with 20 pesos.

"take this for food, but don't bother me for sex, ok?"

"why not, no one cares?" she said, trying to step into the room.

i restrained her by the shoulder.

"no, a la verga!" i told her. (enough!)

she then smiled.

"thanks!" she said, pocketing the 20 peso note. she kissed her fingertips, then placed them on my cheek.

sheesh, i love young girls, but not children. you would have had to be a straight version of michael jackson to screw that kid.

besides, although i doubt it very, very much, it could have all been a set-up of some kind. no way i am going to get caught with my pants down with an ****d girl in mexico.

i even went down to the desk and told the night clerk not to let anyone else bother me. "i like the girls, but not children," i told him. besides, i didn't want a woman; i wanted to sleep. he shook his head up and down in understanding, and i was not bothered any more that night.

back in ciudad juarez new years eve (today) i wasted no time in seeing a favorita at el entanto and told her the story. she just shook her head and told me in other parts of mexico the girls were so poor they will sell themselves even younger. "she is probably a drug user," she told me. "you did the right thing."

"of course!" i replied.

you have no idea how good she felt (in her old age of 25) under me, crying "fuck me" in english (something i taught her to say, by the way) after all those cold days and nights on the train and in those cheap hotels.

still, when you see the pictures you are going to understand why this trip was a great vacation. the train goes through some of the most fantastic scenery i have every seen. i spent ten hours on the ride to los mochis and ten hours on the ride from los mochis back to chihuahua, standing between the passenger cars, taking photos through an open window, fighting the cold winds of the sierra madres. the swaying of the rail cars, the groaning of the train, the rhythm of the wheels on the track, the sound of train whistle, and the steady hum of the locomotive pulling us up into the mountains get into you and make you feel you are living out some boyhood fantasy.

now i have the weekend to look forward to---the feel of another favorita's firm young breasts against me as i enjoy her kisses of wine, the mad sensations of seeing her impale herself upon the stiff manhood which can find no lovely companion here in the united states. all the while her boss, my friend, is translating my web site into a beautiful read in spanish, which will double my readership once again.

god bless mexico, surely destiny's gift to us.

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