Mexicali

[Munch Lunch]

this girl reminded me of the title of the new shakira album, “fijación oral”
(oral fixation.)

i wandered in to the gato negro (no cover) on a thursday night, around 10:30, and was pleasantly surprised to see about 20 girls there. they were strategically rep001tered around this fairly large bar in groups of four or five; just like the bric-a- brac on the shelves at my grandmother’s house, when i was a kid. i instinctively looked around half expecting my grandmother to jump out of the woodwork and sternly warn me to not touch anything!

most of the girls were young, cute, friendly, but on the chunky side. in all, maybe five or six of them were doable; but definitely not “striper quality” in looks. this is just a regular “hook-up” bar where the same girls work each night and are available for out call; they are not moving from one bar to the next. (as i am new to mexicali and have not had time to research the other bars / clubs i can’t necessarily recommend gato negro. it was a great place for me; but, it may or may not be for you. i just don’t know enough about the mexicali “scene” to offer a bar / club recommendation yet.)

the group was playing deafening loud “norteno” music. on the small, raised, dance floor where half a dozen couples were glued together in that typically northern mexico dance known as the “quebrada” (back breaker.) this peculiar dance has always fascinated me because its forte is that the man sticks his knee in the gals crotch, she rids it like a good horsewoman, rhythmically dipping over completely backwards, forward, etc. it requires no real talent from either party except the ability to stay locked in an embrace, grapple, fondle and arouse. (this is really all we want from a dance anyway. hell, why did i waste my time taking tango lessons in buenos aires or danzon lessons in veracruz?!)

as the music stopped and the couples descended from the dance floor, i looked for wet spots on the guys knees, but it was too dark to see for sure. these girls were true “dance for a dollar” chicas honestly earning a living for their families. this was their local marketplace where every evening and often times joyously, they sold their wares. so, fellas, if you dance with these breadwinners be sure and pay them…its only right.

looking around, i saw there were about 15 lower, middle class mexican guys there, and not one gringo. i instantly liked the place because it seemed to have the right mix of chicas, sleaze, a current of eroticism, but that certain yearning to be more than just a neighborhood bar for mexican males to get drunk. i smiled and relaxed, knowing this wasn’t going to be another night like in mexico city, where you keep going to the nearest atm to extract cash, as the “chicas” extract it from you.

i brushed by some pushy, young waiters and made my way over to the bar, which was heavily occupied by sweet chicas with their “chichis afuera” (titties hanging half out). i chatted up a couple of the gals. then, i walked slowly around the whole place. i was looking for an older, nicer waiter to help me in my adventure. i soon found “pedro” a nice, non-pushy guy in his forties.

he asked me what kind of girl i was looking for. i told him a skinny, cute one that had a heart of gold. i told him i didn’t need the youngest, or the cutest, or the one with the biggest “chichis” (boobs.) i was looking for a girl with a big, warm, wonderful heart. (this line always opens up even the most hardened waiter and he starts working hard for you. even in the p4p scene, every latino believes in true love; or, at least true love in short-time intervals.)

he seated me in a booth near the dance floor, brought me a coke for $2 usd and we started small talk. i told him i was in no hurry whatsoever and had all night to find “miss right.” but, within a few minutes, he said “i got the girl for you” and pointed to karla, who was “fichando” (drinking for dollars) with an old mexican. he told me “don’t worry, that guy only buys drinks, he doesn’t do carry out.”

pedro waved to her; she nodded, and in a few minutes politely excused herself and came over. she must be around 5’ 8”, very thin, “a” cups, dark, brown skin, dark eyes, and very long black curly hair – almost a caribbean, topical girl look to her. she was dressed in tight blue jeans and a flimsy, revealing top. she must have been a knockout when she was 18, because even now, at what i guessed was early to mid 30’s she was very, very doable. (i never ask a lady her age; they don’t like that. would you, if your livelihood depending on being young and beautiful?)

pedro explained to her what i was looking for. then, she just turned to me, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. (she had already begun to drop her guard; the panties would come off later!) i had pedro bring her a drink; it was $5 usd and she was given her $1 or $1.25 as a “ficha”. over the booming music we talked about everything for more than an hour. i gave pedro a couple of dollar tips at various intervals, but he was not pushing the drinks hard. karla was originally from ciudad obregon, was a mom, and had a 9-year old and an 11-year old. karla was sweet and we were clicking.

finally, i asked her to accompany me to my hotel for a couple of hours, to which she replied “i’d love to!” she got up, went over and signed out. i paid pedro the $10 usd “salida” (bar fine.) karla was back in a flash with her beaming, toothpaste commercial quality smile.

as we stepped outside, i said “let me have the bouncer call us a taxi.” she said, “no need too, we’ll take my car.” we sauntered across the street to her small, old, blue hyundai. a street person offered to wash the dust off her car. she agreed; so, we got in the car, popped in a mana disk in her cd player and began to make out to the music. every once in a while the washman would tap on the window and say “you kids behave in there!” we all laughed and she just kissed me all the more passionately.

when he was done, the washman snapped his rag across the shiny; or, at least less dusty, hood. karla, tipped him a few pesos, started up the beast, and off we roared into the brisk, mexicali night. we rolled down the windows (they actually worked!) and sang along with the music. i was on the road to heaven and there was no st. peter at the gates to detain me from entering.

i had her stop at a oxxoco convenience store and made a big deal about taking her dinner order. she was laughing and trash talking me, saying all she really wanted was a sausage and two eggs! adjusting, the alignment of my sausage in my jeans, so that i could walk, i got out of the car and went in. she stayed in the car singing. in a few minutes, i emerged with snacks and drinks. she was delighted as we roared off again, only to brake hard in three blocks as we screeched into the parking lot of the siesta inn; our “nido de amor” (love nest.)

[Munch Lunch]

I took the food in quickly, then returned and carried her across the threshold. (God! What a romantic guy!) We turned the TV to some nice, quiet music and stripped each others cloths off in less than 10 seconds. She had a gorgeous, slender, body, with dark pert nipples; the appendectomy scar wasn’t too noticeable. I went to turn some of the lights down to make it more romantic. But, she wanted them on so she could see what we were going to do. “Wow!” I thought to myself, “Here is a gal who is not shy, not ashamed of her body, and fully comfortable with why she is there in my room.” In short, a mature woman in complete control of and at ease with her sexuality.

Out of my suitcase, I grabbed a frilly, package of foaming body wash with sponge ($10 Walmart) and gave it to her as a gift. I said “Let’s shower up before we eat.” She absolutely loved being pampered, as I washed her from “cabo a rabo” (top to bottom.) Then, she washed me up, dropped to her knees and started with an incredible BBBJ, which I had to stop because I was about to shoot my load. We switched positions and I licked her clit, which was incredibly erotic for us both, as the warm water poured down her lovely body.

We dried off, snacked and drank some fruit juice. Then, she insisted we brush our teeth. (Great oral hygiene!) We hopped in bed, started tickling, laughing, and talking. Deciding to give her the full “Princess” treatment, I got some scented lotion out and began giving her a full body massage for at least half an hour. She totally loved that and said “This is the most romantic thing anyone has done for me in a long time.” (I believed her; working girls don’t get much love.) It was wonderful, seeing this tall, dark, sensual, body responding to my every touch.

Then, she threw me back into the bed and went to work sucking and licking my balls and cock. Between slurps, she told me that she did not have a boyfriend or husband, because they were just too possessive. That she needed her independence, didn’t want someone else in the house all the time, liked making her own decisions and wanted to keep working at the club. She said she really loved sex she did not want to give up the excitement and satisfaction of screwing with different guys she meets at the club. (Well, I guess this girl is in the right profession!)

Then, I started licking her clit (she said she really didn’t enjoy her snatch being licked.) Later, I was licking feverishly, when all of a sudden she snapping her legs together; crushing my ears. Falling over on her side in orgasmic ecstasy she nearly twisted my neck off; trapped as I was, betwixt her thighs. I thought my neck would snap, but my monger instincts held true and my tongue kept licking. She climaxed by grabbing my head with her hands and shoving my tongue even tighter onto her button. She released me, pulled me close, and I hugged her while she recovered.

Then, in a few minutes, when she was ready for more, I started in on the regular positions. She was not that responsive; surprisingly.

However, then she went to work in earnest on my tool with the best, long, BBBJ I have ever gotten. When I came, she didn’t want the load in her mouth; so, I came in her hand. I noticed on the clock she had literally been licking and sucking me continually for more than an hour. I didn’t know that was even humanly possible. But, as she told me earlier, she has a “fijación oral.” Nice!

We had arrived in the motel around 12:00 and at 4:30 she got up to leave. As she dressed I gave her $60 and she was happy. She said “this (waving the money) is very, very nice; but when do I get to see you again? You are a wonderful man and wonderful in bed” (Puta speak for “you’re good for some more money, guy”.) With my masculinity reaffirmed and my bank balance lowered, I heartily said, “you name the time and place.” She said, “Come around the club about 5:00 PM tomorrow.” I agreed and told her she had touched my heart.

I watched her slender form blend into the peaceful, darkness of the night; only to be interrupted by her car door slamming, a motor roaring to life, and then headlights blinding me, as she backed out of the parking space in front of my room. She honked, waved, and sped off into the nothingness. I turned into the room, trembling, closed the door, and wondered whether it was the headlights or her, which left me temporarily blinded.

I went around the room putting things in order and noticed she had left all kinds of stuff around: her toothpaste, a hair tie, some nail polish, a phone card, and most outrageously her panties hanging in the bathroom. This was strange, because, if anything, after a visit from a working girl, you usually come up short of things. I smiled and thought “this girl really wants to see me again; or, at least she wants me to be her delivery boy.”

[Munch Lunch]

Around 5:30 PM on Friday my taxi dropped me off at the Gato Negro en La Zona. Upon entering, there were even more “chicas” than the night before, but no Karla and no Pedro. (Silly me; why did I even thing a working girl would show up for work on time?!) So, rather than try new talent there and risk angering Karla, I walked the block or so over to Lopez Mateo and flagged a $5 taxi to El Establo.

I walked into the bar, which was completed deserted at six in the evening. In a few moments in walked Pamela, a fresh faced girl, with that “just showered” look of curly, dark, wet hair ringing hear beautiful, smiling face. She was stocking the bar with whisky and beer; so, I assumed she was a bar assistant and not a “working girl.”

I asked her when the working “chicas” would start showing up. To which she smiled and said “I’m here.” I laughed, capturing the fact that she was P4P, and we started chatting. She had only been “working” about three weeks. But, in a few minutes we negotiated 40 minutes for $715 pesos (includes girl & room), which I paid outside at the hotel registry. (COME TO THINK OF IT, THE PRICE MAY HAVE BEEN $751 PESOS. ITS HARD TO FOCUS ON ACCOUNTING DETAILS WHEN YOUR HARD!)

The room was basic, but nice and antiseptically clean, which I liked. Pamela hesitantly stripped, we talked a few minutes, and then she proceeded with a mediocre CBJ. Then, I took her through mish, doggie, cow girl and reverse cowgirl. She really is not experienced enough to offer much. However, in RCG she got a good pelvic action going that got me to pop.

She showered up, I tipped her 50 pesos and she left. I showered up, went in the bar and had Pamela call me a taxi. Waiting, the mozo (waiter) told me most of the girls show up around eight or nine in the evening.

I chatted with Pamela a few minutes till the taxi pulled up. Pamela was very pleasant, and the sexual experience was fine, but nothing worth repeating. I really liked the bar and hotel set up; they very clean, safe, and were professionally run by pleasant people. This could be a Better Business Bureau recommended place! I plan to go back; it is an excellent value for the dollar. If you go, get there later for a better selection of “chicas.”

[Munch Lunch]

After El Establo I taxied back to La Zona and started ducking my head in the various clubs, which had little talent (only “chicas” waiting to be signed up for Weight Watchers) at 8:00 PM on a Friday. So, I checked in again at the Gato Negro, Pedro seated me, and Karla wandered over and sat down. I gave her a little plastic back containing all her stuff. I also gave her a book that she had showed interest in the night before. Like most Mexicans, she asked me write a dedicatory to her and autograph the inside cover. So, there I was, with my brain assaulted by the loud music, scribbling something clever in the book for her. She read it and said “you are so sweet! I wish we could be together tonight; but, something has just come up and I gotta go.” (Meaning either she had car trouble or a client scheduled.)

I said, “Ok then, how about you come to my hotel on your way to work tomorrow; so, we made a date for 3:00 PM. As I got up to leave, she looked at me with those gorgeous dark eyes, gave me a quick hug and kiss. She said, “You are so wonderful, I hope we can spend a lot of time together.” I strolled out into the evening a happy man. but ready for more hunting.

On the street, things had gotten better and there were plenty of beautiful, slender, “chicas” everywhere. If you look closely at their eyes you will see that very few of them are drunk, strung out on drugs, or even look like hookers. They were not lined up against the buildings like in TJ; but, were just strolling along like they were out shopping. One thin, cutie was sitting in a taco stand. She smiled and yelled “Hola, bonito” as I walked by. I nodded and just kept walking; she looked 14 years old.

The “door girls” at the various hotels looked pretty rough. So, I started really focusing on the girls in street. You all know this dance, here is one variation: A cute girl is walking toward you, you stop and pretend to read a street sign or poster, you give her a glance; she glances back and slows down. Then, another glance is exchanged and she stops to look for something in her purse. You approach and say something silly like “May I help you find anything?” In that split second, if the smiles are right, and the energy is there; you have found your mate. My mate, “accidentally” dropped her lipstick as she was looking for her cell phone. I picked up the lipstick, handed it to and said “With beautiful lips like yours you don’t really need this.”

She gave me a great smile and pretended to be slightly shocked at my flirtations. (I thought: “Sure baby, pretend you’re a virgin”; but, I went along with her act.) As we began to talk, I found she was quite pleasant and articulate. She looked 20-years old, was about 5’ 3”, 100 - 110 lbs, B cups, dyed brunette, long hair, “bebe” jeans and a “nice girl” blouse.

After a few pleasantries, I asked her if she would join me for a drink or dinner. So, we walked around together looking for restaurants. We found a comfortable booth in a non-descript Chinese restaurant, ate, and talked for an hour. (Have you ever met a “working” girl who wasn’t hungry?)

She said she worked in a dress shop during the week; but, liked to come to La Zona on the weekends to “party.” I told her she was so good looking, I was sure she was the model at the dress shop, rather than a seamstress. She smiled and leaned forward revealing a little cleavage and said “Really, do you think so?” To which I said “You can be my model any day!” Adjusting her blouse a bit more, to reveal some more cleavage, she said “That would be nice; anytime you want.” (I always love the way Latinas, even “working girls”, instinctively flirt you up.)

Then, we started talking business and considered going to a short time hotel right in the zone, but decided to go to my hotel instead. There we showered up and I found she had a great body. She gave me a nice BBBJ and screwed passionately in four or five of my favorite positions until I came. One of the positions was anal, which she eased into with some lube, but did quite well. Actually, the word “propina” (monetary tip), worked about as good a lube.

After about two hours of great screwing, she got up, showered and dressed. I gave her $40 USD; plus, $10 “propina”, plus, $5 USD for a taxi back to La Zona; she was happy with that. I showered and fell asleep, making the mental note to make sure and insist that the chambermaid change the sheets tomorrow and not just make up the bed. I didn’t want Karla to sniff out another woman’s scent in my bed. The next day, the maid graciously changed to new sheets and used her little spray bottle to “poof, poof” away all unwanted Gloria smells.

In summary, guys, the street scene is very easy in La Zona of Mexicali. These girls know why you there and you are appreciated because you help them make the rent payment, buy food, cloth the kids, etc. They appreciate a dinner or a drink (if they are not to busy working); though that is not required. I just did that because I liked talking with Gloria. The girls also like going to your hotel, because the “hotels de paseo” (short term) hotels in La Zona are pretty crummy. I overhead a few of the girls trying to speak English among themselves; so, I’m sure you could easily get by with no Spanish. The thing I most liked about La Zona is that, at least in the 6 PM to midnight hours that I was there, the place is very safe. Not at all like some deadly street scenes I have seen in other places in Latin America.

[Munch Lunch]

Saturday afternoon, Karla came knocking on my door around 3:00 as agreed. This was during a March heat wave in Mexicali. I could just feel the heat rolling off her little body when she entered the room. I handed her a cold bottle of Mango juice which she chugged completely. I got her in the shower, cleaned her up, and cooled her down. Then, we snacked and started in as before.

She was even more fun to talk with than the previous night and her oral skill was unequaled. We spent about 2 hours in bed and it was even better than the first night. During our time, the phone rang and it was a “chica” that I met in a department store (see story below), who wanted to confirm our dinner date. Karla just kept sucking, licking and trying to make me cum as I talked. It was delightful and she felt a sense of competition. She said “I hope that other girl is ugly and mean; I want you all for myself!”

Later, in the heat of passion, she told me she would like to do two guys at the same time; one licking her clit and another licking her a-hole. I’m already attached to her clit; so, I guess that leaves the old “beso negro” (ass kiss) for somebody else!

As she was leaving, I gave her $40. She was reluctant to leave and wanted to know when I would be coming back. I told her “very soon, my dear, because of you.” She said she didn’t have a telephone; but, was getting a cell phone next week and would like to keep in touch. I gave her a yahoo.com e-mail address, which I use strictly for mongering. She said she would write me on the following Monday. As expected, it has been several weeks now and I have heard nothing from her.

In spite of some great oral skills; I probably won’t use this provider again. She was a great one trick pony with her superior oral skills and did have a loving heart.

[Munch Lunch]

I spent a good bit of time in shopping malls, which are comparable in quality to those in the States. I just hit on clerks and the ladies out shopping. If I would have had more days there, I would have easily started generating some more dates and GF opportunities. I did get a Saturday diner date with a nice looking, 30-year old gal who was a Dorians department store clerk. Unfortunately, she turned out to be a boring conversationalist and it was a fairly quick dinner at Sanborn’s. (When its P4P I don’t care if they are well spoken or not; but for potential GF I want someone I enjoy talking with.)

[Munch Lunch]

After the failed Saturday dinner date, I went down to La Zona to look for Gloria or an equivalent. I didn’t find her, but did see a hotel, about four or five doors up from the Gato Negro that had three girls sitting in the tile floored lobby. This hotel looked a lot cleaner and “amigable” than the rest. The girls were friendly and one was reasonably good looking and whistled at me.

I went in and told her that I liked cute girls whistling at me. She smiled and laughed; so, I figured I had a chance with her, rather than the hardened looking women at the other hotels. The price was $220 pesos for 20 -25 minutes; plus, about $7 USD for the room.

Walking up to the room I noticed Yolanda was really short, under 5”, and a little extra weight gave her some nice “C” cups, though her butt was fanning out toward the bottom. She had a nice face and dark hair. She looked 18 – 22 years old.

I told her I had a couple of preferences. First, I want to sit down on the bed, have her get on her knees in front of me, and let me screw your tits and cum on them. She looked a little confused and said “But don’t you want to have sex with me?” I think she is so used to getting it “slam bam, thank you mama” in the crotch that she couldn’t quite understand my request. When she did understand she readily agreed.

In the room, I stripped and sat down on the edge of the bed. She stripped off only her blouse, bra and dangly jewelry. Then, she knelt down in front of me and started licking (not sucking) my cock until it got hard. I had her drool some spit out on my tool; then, she held her boobies together while I humped them. She looked up at me and said “Hey, this is easier than real sex.”

She was so short it was hard to get the angle right when she was kneeling. So, I had her lay down on the bed. I got out a packet of lube for her boobies and just screwed them every which way until I came.

Then, the knock came on the door and she handed me the toilette paper, we wiped up and it was over. I gave her a $40 peso ($4 USD) tip and she was happy. I stayed in the room a few minutes, cleaned up and put myself back together. On the way out the door of the hotel, the three gals told me to come back anytime. One of the gals even pushed her boobies together, letting me know my fetish was theirs too!

By then, it must have been 11 or 11:30; so, I grabbed a cab back to my hotel. After three evenings of screwing, I had not one sperm cell left and no interest at all in more women.

[Munch Lunch]

I travel for business in Latin America. So, I’m basically spoiled. I don’t have to put up with the problems that are typical of Mexican border towns, i.e. crime, drugs, indigence, hustlers, and a calloused attitude that looks only to take advantage of Americans.

That said, as I headquarter in Phoenix, I was looking for a close border town for an occasional fling. I tried Tijuana and Nogales, which I really enjoyed, but were not my cup of tea. But, let me confirm to you that Mexicali is wonderful for mongering.

Mexicali women are not calloused, are friendly, open, fun and stunningly good looking for Mexico. (Mexican women, for me, tend to be too chunky for my tastes.) Prices are cheap. The various locations, such as local’s bars, strip joints, brothels, semi pros, and GF opportunities are bountiful. Also, girls will give you just about any services you want; they are not shy. This isn’t like Guatemala where the girls look at you like you are a pervert if you suggest a blow job. Nor, is it like Chile where the girls are so tight you couldn’t slip a small Oscar Meyer in. Or, the Belize girls who treat a little semen spilt on their breasts as if it where deadly acid.

But, best of all, there are very few gringos and way more providers than clients. Women will compete for your attention and dollars. The women have good hearts in Mexicali. I felt that the openness of the people there was like in Veracruz, Mexico. So, if you’re a bloke looking for “border town love” get yourself to Mexicali; it is 100% more sane than the other border town.

My biggest problem in Mexicali was simply scheduling; it was hard to fit in all the girls into such a few days visit.

[Munch Lunch]

Mexicali is known for being home to agriculture, high tech manufacturing, cross border trade, and has very good regional universities. They have made a decision to “pull ahead of the pack”, become competitive internationally and it shows. Crime is low, the streets are clean, and prosperity is obvious. They say “no one dies of hunger in Mexicali, though you can die from the heat!”

The one thing I was not expecting was a high quality, though small, arts scene, which the local and state governments are backing. In a three-day weekend, I was able to: 1) see an exhibition of Rodin sculptures at the Centro Estatal de las Artes, 2) attend a poetry reading at La Casa de la Cultura, 3) visited the Museo de la Universidad and 4) could have attended the world famous musical production of Carmina Burana at the Teatro del Estado.. Later in March there was to be one of the best rock concert festivals in all of Mexico. They also have a theatre for kids. Not bad for a border, backwater town! Look for the Calendar of Events in your hotel room, for more details on cultural activities.

As some contributors to this site know, you can find some gorgeous, young, factory working gals who will rock your socks as a girl friend. Frankly, guys; if a 50-something, worse for the wear, guy like me can get this kind of attention; I’m sure you younger guys would have no trouble.

But mostly, the people in Mexicali are just wonderful. After spending so much time in harsh Mexico City, I really enjoyed just being able to let my guard down, open up, and relax with all types of people. The taxi drivers didn’t try to rip me off, the waiters were competent and polite, the police were hands off, and the traffic wasn’t that bad. (I plan to drive there next time and because there are some good, quiet residential areas; I might even bring my mountain bike for some non-sex exercise.)

Several mornings I went out and rode the local buses. I would just get on a bus line and ride it to the end and then ride it back to where it started. I got to talk to a lot of people; especially the bus drivers; there wasn’t anything scenic to see. The friendliness of the place was nice. Think of it as a Des Moines, Iowa, except there are beautiful, willing, women all over the place waiting to please you!

[Munch Lunch]

Sunday afternoon around 2:00 PM, I flew out of Mexicali to Hermosillo, where I met up with my ex-girl friend from Culican, Sinaloa. She drove me up to Phoenix, which was very enjoyable because she is a great conversationalist.

But, she is one high maintenance gal; driving 18 hours (one way) to go shopping at Nordstrom’s; because there is “nothing to buy back home.” God, there really was a reason why I broke up with her! I made sure not to give her any signals that I wanted to get back together again.

Anyway, Mexicali women are definitely on my “to do” list and the place is nice. The novels that I purchased at the University bookstore still remain unread. That is the main indicator of how much fun I was having there. I’ll be back; Bar San Diego, the strip clubs, etc. are on my agenda.

I think in about 18 – 24 months my work travel schedule will slow down. Then, I may even try to find an actual GF in Mexicali. That is how much I like this place.

Happy Mongering!
Munch Lunch

[Joe Arturo]

Hi Jack. One of these days I will take you up on that drink when the timing is right. I was in BSD last Saturday and the talent looked good (and younger than I remember in the past). I also had not been there for a while. I did Paloma (the bartender) and the price is still 50 + 20. Hope to meet you someday in La Perla del Desierto (Mexicali).

By the way, this next weekend and next week, most of the talent will be out of town for Easter week.

Good hunting!

[Mexicali Jack]

Haven't been to BSD in months. Last time I was there a bunch of new talent.
I like them short and stacked. Anyone have an update? Prices still $50 + $20?

[Elephant]

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[Steeljm]

I am at the colonial now and have the day free. I would like to hook up with a local to try and score some early afternoon action. Any help would be great.

[Joe Arturo]

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