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[Piotr]

CC: Welcome to this Forum.
I was impressed with your report on Vitoria, and specially with her...
Can you confirm that the 2 sites:
'You can check her pics at www.prazerintimo.com or www.apartadox.com.'
refer to the same Vitoria?

All the best.

[Chupa Cabras]

Pedrassi i booked with Rebeka just half an hour before...But that was in mid August. So I guess business must be good for Rebeka these days now that her old clients from Zen are back from holidays and found her new place in Paço de Arcos.

Another girl I strongly recomend paying her a visit is Vitoria from Parede. Vitoria is a beautiful brasilian brunette from Sao Paulo, 170 cm, 26 y.o., long legs, small breasts and a firm round bum with delicious sun tan marks. The typical brasilian and IMO one of the nicest and sweetest girls i´ve met in these business.

You can check her pics at www.prazerintimo.com or www.apartadox.com.

She is located in a basement flat in Parede near the Church and Galp station next to the marginal. The place is very discret and clean so is Vitoria.

Vitoria unlike Rebeka who makes the femme fatale, nympho style of girl is a trully a next door girl, doesn´t look, feel or act like a ***** at all and if you´re in a GFE kind of thing shes the one for you.

When i met her she was wearing a tshirt and a jeans mini skirt, she took me to her room and started stripping.

No underwear, i started feeling her body, kissing her kniples, felling her round made in Brazil bum, very slowly.

Nice CBJ, 69, then missionary, cowgirl anf doggy style, all very good.

Finally she suggested that i shuold fuck her standing up in front of the mirror, with her anging to the counter and so i did whith her perversely looking at the mirror...

Finished in bed and still wsas able to lay there and talk to her for quite a bit while resting. No rush at all.

A premium GFE experience for those who enjoy it, and be carefull its easy to fall in love with one like this guys.

Salut

[Pedrassi]

After a brief phone call yesterday I found out that Rebeka (or Irina) requires one to reserve at least one day in advance. What an unecessary hassle. Who knows if I still have the urge of going 24 hours from now?

Rebeka has promptly been relegated again to the "not urgent" list.

Pedrassi

[Pedrassi]

Chupa-Cabras,

I have been tempted to try this woman for quite some time now. Her previous name in apartadoX and Zen Club (Irina) hint at Russian ancestry. I believe her "Italian" nationality derives from an attempt to differentiate herself from her compatriotes (most of whom practice significant lower prices) and to create added "value" (maybe she took a mini-marketing course in Kiev or Moscow).

Anyhow, while I remain reluctant to try 69s on working girls (the same applies to BBJs), your description of such wonderful DFK has convinced me on the merits of this girl.

Once I leave this state of financial insolvency (could take some time...), rest assured that Rebeka will be duly visited.

[Murilloa]

Her classified advertisement (CM) has disappeared. It is clear that she wanted to return to London. Anyone know if she has done so?

Mur is on his way to Tonytown soon, and if it were confirmed that our tiny brasiliera was back there he would have a serious dilemma: £150 for an hour with her, or the same kind of sum for a 'sacred rose' or 'gentlemens' party?

[Murilloa]

Welcome, CC.

There is, indeed a good community here, so stay with us and do not become one of those 'one-shot wonders' who appear briefly on the Lisbon board and then vanish forever.

Of course some of these mongers are assassinated on dark nights in the Poço, but the others have no excuse not to continue posting.

[Chupa Cabras]

Hello guys.

Congratulations to all of you and a big "Aloohha" to Muri (I don't know what you do for living but the world certainly lost a great novelist when you decided to sell your services to the global capital, but well thats life.)

What I trully enjoy and admire here is the brotherwood and friendship that drives this section of the forum, a comunity kind of stuff, not just a number of isolated posts about hookers and a bunch of "machos" trying to get their 15 minutes of fame.

Ok, enough. Let's talk about something more interesting.

I just love the brasilian biotype of girls, small breasts and lovely round and firm bums, its impossible for me to get tired of them, those sun marks, ohhh, yes theres a God somewhere.

Add to all of the above an non complex atittude towards sex and you hava the perfect mixture for a hooker. Hookers that love their job if you know what I mean.

But well sometimes its good to have some diversity in our diet thats why I phoned Rebeka from www.apartadox.com

Rebeka is a cute blond, about 30yo, 175 cm tall, long perfect legs and she sucks and fucks in her apartament in Paço de Arcos for 70? Half an hour or 100? One hour. She says shes italian but I would say Hungarian ou any other eastern european country.

The place itself is a little shitty, kind of bronx neigbourhood but her apartment is clean and quiet and thats enough for me.

She opened the door in a long evening dress showing her nice body and her lovely ass.

She asked if I wanted to have a shower with her, gave me a towel and joined me after she striped.

After that I started feeling her body, touvhing her boobs ass and pussy. I did a DATY to her and after that she gave me a delicious BBBJ.

More che kisses deliciously, DFK.

We got out of shower to bed and started a long 69 followed by a cowgirl fuck, we tried several positions and finished in doggy style.

Finally asked her to spunk in her tits and I did.

So I spent 70? For half an hour and I must tell you it worth every cent and I recomend to you if you want something different from the brasilian girls for a change.

Salut

[Piotr]

Fellow Murilloa,

Interesting the idea of commemorating the EU enlargement with such Expeditionary Corps.

Amazingly, as the enlargement expectations work both ways, imagine an industrious SW in Poço tired of her current life, leaning on a wall during her idle hours and thinking:

“…how can I get some personal gain from it? I already have a rented apartment here in Lisbon where I know my way around, a few € put aside, my flexible and consenting husband has found what seems to be a good job here, the language is not a problem anymore, why not shall I go to Bucharest and bring my kid and my mother to live here with me? And the cat and the canary will also like this milder climate. I could find a more conventional job, through it sooner or later the legal fuss will be solved, my kid could get an education in a public school here, my mother who is still young and healthy will certainly find something to do, and we all will be happy ever after… “

“…whereas if I return home I’ll have no job, little help from my family who struggles to survive, and when my last euros fade away I’ll be just another mouth… “

The hymn is now playing, the 12 stars shinning in a perfect circle and all is blue. Or else we’ll see a recycled SW in Poço.

Ah! of course! we are also members of another community that includes Brazil…

And you Pedrassi listen to Murilloa, if I may tell you so. The life of a monger isn’t always joyful, being try and error the game to play. Discard Alina and others alike, but not Poço. As you know It’s a kind of self contained micro cosmos where the girls have little in common with the standard SW elsewhere. Perhaps a case study.

[Murilloa]

Piotr, that’s a pity – although falling in l*** with a working girl, inescapable at times, is never really a wise move. Has she truly changed her lifestyle? With all respect to her good intentions, won’t she eventually get sick of the hard, ill-paid job she is doing now, and return to little Bucharest of Borratem? And if not -since you got on so well together, couldn’t she make you a special friend, as retired ladies sometimes do? At least the separation means you will continue to entertain us with reports of your quest for a new princess and of your progress with the Romanian language. If you get fluent, you can lead Muri’s proposed Portuguese Expeditionary Force on their mission to Bucharest to celebrate Romania joining the EU next year. And be sure to keep your promise to let us know when your petite Brazilian returns to Active Service.

Pedrassi, you are to be commended on taking the time to describe your misadventure on two sites and in two languages. You do not get a pat on the back, however, for allowing yourself to be exploited by naughty Aline. These delightful minxes chat and laugh a lot together about us mongers, and they try to tease and squeeze every last cent out of us, just as much for the mischievous fun of it, as for the money. There must have been tears of laughter in the pub last night as Aline told her compatriots how she called her mother to tell her she was having a break from her job as a chambermaid, while Pedrassi was running his feverish hands over her pert breasts…

Do not give up on the Poço, try again and by going regularly, and paying just a little extra, you will find that these girls drop the rubber doll mode and make more of an effort. But you will rarely get DFK here, and if that is your thing, you must move further up market. If you can steal €100 and drive your getaway vehicle to Avenida 5 Outubro, Alexandra of Classic Ladies will offer the kind of unforgettable lesson in all-round orality that should be on the curriculum of every good university.

Getting back to the Poço, Portuguese ‘putanheiros’ at the Guia are giving the wrong impression by describing it as irredeemably squalid and dangerous. It is, in fact, totally safe by day, being on the tourist circuit: two major squares are nearby, there are respectable hotels, restaurants and pensões in the area as well as our inferno-in-the-sky, the quaint old tram runs through, and there are always extrangeiros milling around on their way to and from the castle.

Indeed part of the ‘comédie humaine’ of the scene is to watch couples of tourists and the different ways the man and woman react as they realise that they have wandered into a street market. The other day from his lair in the ‘Carmar’ Mur saw two Scandinavian adolescents with their eyes out on stalks and their tongues hanging down to their knees as gypsy Larissa sauntered by, wiggling her fine butt with a ‘fuck-me’ look in her big brown eyes. But the boys were trailing behind Momma and Pop – there was nothing they could do but wait to get back to the hotel for a frantic five-finger exercise.

This area is also rendered safe by police presence, which is reassuring except on the days when the boys in blue have nothing better to do than herd our eastern lovelies into a van and take them to the station house. Perhaps the pensão itself is a little grubby, but most of the girls are scrupulous about hygiene, and for those of us on a budget – and Muri will be in that number until Christmas at least – the Poço remains a source of pretty young women and much innocent amusement. Even the bad experiences are funny there.

Muri did splash big bucks on a visit to beautiful Diana last week. She is second to Lori on his list of ‘girls-to-marry-after-winning-the-lottery-and-becoming-a-born-again-Christian’. He didn’t write a report because he has said all that words can say about this lovely woman. But it was good to see, reading the Guia this Sabbath morning, that a local guy with a good literary nickname has done something like justice to the Diana experience in the language of Camões and Ronaldinho. Also recommended, for those who read that language, is a wonderfully long vivid and sleazy account of the late-night club scene written by our own Zé Duron.

OK, now, Muri, shut the fuck up and do some work for once in your life, you idle chattering scumbag.

[Piotr]

Reading the negative lines (here and in the other forum) on several girls in Poço, especially about Jessica, Alina, Catarina and Sabina, some of them confirmed by my own experience, I cannot help remembering (by contrast) the former princess of them all: Elena. I saw her the first time more than one year ago, by pure accident, and that sight made me climb those stairs for the first time in my life, hence changing my mongering routines.

After that first occasion never she mentioned money again nor asked for anything, she had always a fresh scent, after the first time DFK and BBBJ were standard, she seemed happy with me around and we usually had some good laughs. Conversation was fairly easy using a mix of Portuguese/Spanish/Romanian. What more could I desire?

Sure, she was not perfect, and in some particular items far from it, but all summed up, for me she was the best, and when she left to her homeland for the whole winter I was devastated, but spring brought her again to the joy of her admirers. However after a short visit home in July she has now changed her way of living.

As homage, I post 2 pictures in the appropriate section.

[Pedrassi]

While I did go to the Poço area on friday, I did not take Sabina up to the pensão. I did see a girl with a "long red skirt" standing around shortly before I left, though. The girl I took upstairs (I believe her name was Alina, something along those lines) treated me pretty badly. No kissing (second working girl to directly refuse me DFK in person; although in her case this was understandable - she didn't want to smear her lipstick as she had to get back to the street in 20 mins), no oral, as soon as I gave her the money she just lay down on the bed, patiently waiting for me to fuck her. When I tried to take her bra off, she said that would cost an extra 5€. While she had perfect text-book genitalia, I ended up not fucking her as I really did not want to try having sex with the live equivalent of a life-size doll. She did not seem minimally interested in me which was very exasperating.

After getting dressed she asked me for my mobile so she could call her mother (quite the cheeky lass!). I told her I did not have cash to burn for international calls, to which she replied that it would be a quick call. Ended up agreeing in exchange for her giving me the privilege of feeling her young body. She made a very long call, fully using up the 4 euros in my account.

I reckon that this first incursion into the SW scene in Lisbon will very probably be my last.

Pedrassi

[Murilloa]

good conversation recently: this is what it means to have a community rather than isolated reports.

friday mur was tortured by a professional development seminar.

most mongers concede that squalor, decadence and depravity have their own special fascination. if you disagree, why, what are you doing here, reading about a low-life like murilloa? however, the regulations and practices of the international insurance, finance and banking system contrive to be simultaneously immoral, disgusting and tedious.

so after a nauseating day, muri set off to research his own seminar paper, entitled, ‘informal modes of amatory service exchange in a volatile trans-european financial context: an empirical data-driven investigation.’

there was only one place for the fieldwork.

‘nauseating’ is no exaggeration, for he reached rossio with stomach churning. his flatulence, matching that of the day’s presenters, was such that he had to walk about for ten minutes deflating. round the historic square he went, rep001tering the pigeons with rifle-crack farts. about time those flying fucks learned what it feels like to live in fear of being crapped on.

once he was sure the fit was over – for who, gentlemen, would wish to intoduce a bad smell into that pristine pensão? – he entered the poço, horns sprouting from his head, forked tail lashing, cloven hooves drumming, teeth stained with the blood of virgins.

and the first sight to gratify his crimson eyes was the long-absent tsarina katarina herself, returned from visiting other outposts of her empire.

at the very foot of the fourfold stairway to heaven, they met a junior monger (?pedrassi?) descending with the magnificent sabina, in white blouse, long red skirt and almost no makeup (sorry, ambiguous sentence, we are talking about sabina, not pedrassi).

she looked entirely chaste and pure, like a bridesmaid at an e. european village wedding. had you seen her in the street you would surely have gazed but you'd have said ‘cutsie’ not ‘sexy’. you would have no idea that here is a girl whose working day is a multiplicity of cocks, some of them unrubbered.

anyway she has decided to heal her relationship with mur, because as they passed each other she poker-faced him rather than breaking out into abuse.

upstairs, katarina pursed €30 and gave a satisfactory service at this modest price. afterwards mur tried to talk to the lady.

now the tsarina’s admirers, and this writer is one, would describe her as a svelte marble goddess, an exquisite raven-haired odalisque, a statuesque enchantress, a secretive sensuous sphinx, a luscious long-limbed lovebird, a pretty purring panther...

her detractors might call her a hardened hooker.

but nobody could accuse her of being a generous expansive conversationalist. in reply to courtly questions in perfect portuguese, she offered nods, grunts, and that flash of a wan smile that occasionally lifts her face from interesting to beautiful. luckily our monosyllabic muse was dealing with an ex-boy scout, trained in morse code, who was able to glean that she has been home a month and will spend the next three here, the duration of her visa.

glad to use a trivial factoid from the training day, mur commented that romania is to join the eu in 2007, enabling her and all her friends to buy a mansion in sintra or a golf course in the algarve and live there happily ever after. “mmh”, she said, which is katarina-speak for, “oh, thank you so much, these are glad tidings indeed, muri, proud prince of my pussy and hope of my heart”.

then she lit a cigarette and headed streetwards. she had taken just ten paces when a tall, wide fuckin’ man-mountain of a dude took her back inside. mur skipped over the road, sidestepping the tourist tram, to get a beer, keeping an anxious eye on the pensão which he half expected to come crashing down into the street. not to worry. it took thirteen minutes, or two imperiais, for the tsarina to emerge, the next cigarette between her lips and the next client in her sights.

while sipping his sparkling brew, mur glimpsed the busy lili, and also noted the return of brown gypsy larissa, who has put on weight and still wears circus-clown lipstick and make-up, but who is eminently ‘comestivel’ as our brothers in the guia would say.

and thus the pale-gold autumnal sun sank behind the ancient rooftops to set on another day in the poço. what a wordy report for one quick fuck. apologies, gentlemen, but blame the friday seminar: it appears that windy verbosity is an std, seminar-transmitted disease.

[Piotr]

A sudden bip of my phone announces the chance of a promising afternoon. The Brazilian petite jewel, joyful and fun that I mentioned earlier is available and I jump to meet her in a room she borrowed for the occasion. The unexpected adds a special flavour to it, as it often guarantees a good experience.

In fact I had been twice with her several months ago, just before she went to Brazil leaving me wishing for her return.

Long black curly hair (my style), she is short and has a nice face. Gained some unwanted weight (not my style) that she has definitely to lose. Very affectionate, a kind of very spicy girlfriend, she took me to heaven and back. I even remembered Cohen:

Oh baby I waited so long for your kiss
for something to happen
oh for something like this.

An hour later I went away walking weightless in the clouds, my limbs barely supporting this body for I had left behind all my strength. I wish I could recharge faster: my batteries, my wallet, my mind. Can’t wait to do it again.

She is not yet “established” (I’ll let you know when she is. Right now I couldn’t hold my joy just to myself), but a rather intricate fate made me belong to the group of the chosen to deserve the favours of this young girl and have the privilege of providing the means she needs meanwhile.

That’s life.

[Peaceful]

My dear friends it was a busy summer which involved sex, oversex, hypersex and bankruptcy. Though I'd like to brag about my accomplishments I should not.

Anyway, I'm in sex prison now. There's a common saying in Portugal: "no money no vices", well, it's true. But even though, I still read with enthusiasm your reports (I have been granted internet access here in prison due to good behaviour), so keep on posting mates. I see new names here and in GPGuia, the same for portalprivado, correio da manha, etc, which makes me very happy. It's good to see that this beloved hobby of mine is proliferating! Just remember to always treat the girls nicely, stay protected, and… whatever. Go ahead my friends I shall join you later!

Big props for the great, the one and only, the professor and Father, the internet Shakespeare Murilloa! Best regards and good luck to y'all!

[Peaceful]

First of all I must apologize for my English, it's been getting worse and worse, maybe due to some neurological disease (at least is not neuro syphilis)... sorry, I understand that these kind of jokes may not be welcome so I'll just shut the freak up. Enough about first statements, my gentlemen!

For whom remembers I had an encounter with this girl which I called "catarina, the czarina", where I couldn't reach to any conclusion so I had to go there again. Well, there I went! I did as recommended so I paid first as a sign of trust and tipped her 5 as a act of good will. She thanked and striped, cleaned and laid down spreading her legs. Kiss? No, no kiss, naaawww. Well, she was a real doll. Frustrated I took my time and she started hurting and hurrying so I came anyway and left. No money for you! - says the monger nazi.