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07-05-12 16:25 #8814Thanks Easily Pleased. I read all your postings. If I am not mistaken, most of the places you discovered are BBS with HJ, except one post you mentioned after 2 heavy steel doors one offered FS for 400rmb. Is that the case? In other cities, like Shanghai, almost all BBS offer FS for 200. For 300rmb usually they will take you to apartment building, which is much safer.
Originally Posted by Easily Pleased
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I don't think I read any FS sauna in your posting. If I missed it, do you mind re-post it or send a link?
For now, BTW, I have settled for outcall services. I have tried Fiona, Angel, and Lily. Fiona is definitely the most expensive one. Quality-wise not much difference among the three. Lily was very fast. One time girl came within 15 minutes. Angel has good service and quality is consistent. Just my own opinion.
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07-02-12 09:58 #8813
Me too.
Sauna and BBS are everywhere but I usually head to Tiantongyuan, Huilongguan or Lido. I have posted about these before. Good luck! Originally Posted by Brooklyn Cyclone
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07-01-12 20:41 #8812I haven't picked up at mix. I once got picked up by a girls in vix (but we picked up her wardrobe in mix, so she must navigate between the two places). She wanted 1000 st and got down to 800. She was a total starfish asking to be paid before sex (we all know what it means). I had a look at the other girls in mix and would bet they are starfish too. Since then I go to disco to have fun, and when I come back call lili or maria to send a girl to my room for 500 + taxi money. Same for maggies. Originally Posted by BJtemp
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07-01-12 06:18 #8811
Hi Sammy,
I just came to Beijing from Shanghai. I read your beginner's guide to Beijing. Very helpful.
I am not a bar person. More interested in Sauna or BBS. Any idea where I can find them?
Many thanks in advance.
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07-01-12 05:58 #8810Just google for "Angel Beijing". Originally Posted by Stegram
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06-29-12 23:54 #8809
Hey Sammy
Hey Sammy, it's actually my first time in Beijing. I speak fluent mandarin as I was born and half-raised between Taiwan and the US. Originally Posted by Sammy_T
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Was wondering if you could give me some pointers here or if it's possible for us to meet up in person.
It seems that my notion that things worked the same way here it does in Taipei is extremely off track. So I'd prefer it if a veteran such as yourself would be willing to show me around.
You can reach me at my email [Email address deleted by Admin]
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06-27-12 18:12 #8808
Angel is in the Classified Section
Go to the classified section and go back a few pages. Angel has an ad there with her contact info. Originally Posted by HelloBobby
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06-27-12 14:23 #8807
Melody from Modest Proposal
As I read this and her name, Melody, came up, I was wondering if it was the same Melody I had been with in Beijing awhile back. The description fit. As I got to the part about squeezing her boobs during the act I was certain. It is the same! She wanted them squeezed so hard I was afraid I would hurt her. If I would ease up, she would scream. Harder! Anyway, I first met her in the lobby bar at China World. She was there with another very large breasted girl and was hoping for a 3 some. I settled on her only. I have seen her two or three times since, always at my hotel though. Her money comes from the stable of girls that she has available. She actually works as a mamasan. She apparently travels also, I've seen her in Escape in Hong Kong.Below is an interesting article taken from:
http://ishamcook.com/2012/04/03/a-mo...rding-sex-work
A modest proposal regarding sex work: Why all sex should be paid for.
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06-27-12 13:39 #8806
Modest Proposal
This is REALLY interesting; reminds me a bit of Intransit. I'd like to believe such a thing were possible. Maybe it almost could be in China, where the relationship between money and happiness doesn't disgust people as pervasively as in the US. It always amuses me that when I talk about sex with Chinese people, they always think America is much more casual and liberal about sex than China is; it's hard to make them believe it's quite the opposite. If the writer's proposal represents a direction of development, China is already way ahead of the US. The proposal sounds cynical, but in fact it's very idealistic. In the US, even the right to abortion is controversial, so I doubt there's any room at all for totally commodicizing sex. But what's really idealistic about it is, it assumes that men and women would both adopt and benefit from it equally, where in reality, women would benefit much more. This is a kind of feminism (one that men should find attractive, if they can let go of their general thrall over women) : it gives wives credit for their labor as well as condoning sexual activity outside of marriage. On the other hand, doesn't it favor the wealthy over the poor, regardless of gender?
Anyway, this is a delightful post, thanks for sharing!
_Mao_Dun_.
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06-27-12 08:38 #8805
A modest proposal regarding sex work: Why all sex should be paid for
Below is an interesting article taken from:
http://ishamcook.com/2012/04/03/a-mo...ding-sex-work/
A modest proposal regarding sex work: Why all sex should be paid for.
Posted on April 3, 2012.
Baoyuan Dumpling Restaurant in Maizidian, the old 'wheat sellers' street in Beijing. This neighborhood, near the city's embassy district, hosts the largest concentration of massage parlors within the city, both good and bad (many more such establishments can be found outside the city limits). Being the major locale of German businesses, it's known to foreigners as Germantown; the Japanese are also active in the area. Baoyuan is one of the more popular dumpling restaurants. It fills up quickly during the lunch hour and you can't get a seat after 11:45, though you can reserve one of the restaurant's private dining rooms, as personnel frequently do from the American Embassy, within walking distance. The dumplings are succulent but their unique attraction is your choice of orange, green, or purple wrappings the dough infused respectively with the juice of carrots, spinach and red cabbage. Like the colorful food, the waitresses change into a different folksy costume each day. Their cheerfulness and low turnover bespeaks good management. The owner plays cards with friends at a table out front on the sidewalk when the weather is warm. Since I order the same thing every time and the waitresses know me, I need merely sit down at my favorite table and am soon served.
One day a woman with large sexy almond eyes and high cheekbones fixed her gaze on mine as I stepped into the restaurant. Despite the youthful bloom of her cheeks, the shadows around her eyes suggested somewhere in her 30s. She was much too aware of her attractiveness to be a migrant yet mimicked the waitresses' traditional garb in her unlikely rustic quilted cotton jacket and matching pants (all restaurant waitresses in Chinese cities come from the countryside). She was eating alone and finishing up her meal. A minute later I casually glanced over at her; she was packing up a large order of dumplings to go and boldly met my eye again. Not the type to affect prudishness and plainly at ease in dealing with men. She got up to leave. As she passed by my table she slipped me a note with her cellphone number and the English name Melody hastily written on it and said with a smile, 'Call me. ' I had a good look at her on her way out tallish with a narrow waist and big hips.
Rare is the woman to hand out her number to a strange man. Either I had lucked out on my ultimate catch, a female with a radically artistic consciousness who took each day as an erotic challenge, or more likely, an informal prostitute. (The closest I ever came to the former was an affair with a most extraordinary gal, a professional Chinese acrobat I met on a bus, a porn connoisseur who openly fellated me in a restaurant on our first date, could eat herself out and in performance rotate her body from supine to prone and back again while balancing lighted candelabra on her head, hands and feet: I told her that really needed to be performed in the nude.) But prostitutes don't have a habit of frequenting even slightly upscale restaurants. Lower-tier sex workers aren't allowed out of the establishments where they work at all; they are served cheap boxed lunches breakfast actually, as they are just getting up from late-night work. The more independent freelance sex workers, including the crθme de la crθme who earn big bucks, are too financially persnickety to waste any money on something like fancy food: they expect to be treated to that by their clients.
I texted her. She responded immediately and wanted to meet that very evening. She wasn't from the neighborhood and wanted to meet at 10pm in the lobby of the classy Marco Polo hotel in a northern part of the city some distance away. I asked if we could make it any earlier. She wasn't free before that as she was visiting someone in the hospital earlier in the evening. What she was doing in Maizidian then? Delivering lunch for a friend in the hospital. The same hospital? Why then did she come all the way down to Maizidian for the dumplings? Vague in her responses, she wouldn't be pinned down. Well, at least she didn't belong to one of the local massage joints. I inquired as to what we were going to do once we met at the Marco Polo; I wasn't keen on a $150 room if cheaper options were available, on top of who knows what price she'the be placing on her body. She said she lived nearby the hotel.
After a late dinner, I rode up to the Marco Polo on my bike and waited in the hotel lobby. I was worried her face in brighter lighting wouldn't live up to my initial impression they usually don't and was in fact already regretting the long excursion to this part of the city, when Melody walked in. Now tastefully dressed in a low-cut black top, black tights and an unbuttoned yellow sweater showing off her hourglass figure and big breasts, she was stunning. Far more attractive than on first encounter and unmistakably, intensely beautiful. We moved to the lounge and I ordered Campari-sodas. She was from Qingdao. Her Chinese name was so common as to be effectively anonymous; not even Jane Smith or Susan Jones conveys its prosaicness, but in deference to privacy let's just call her Melody. She said was 29 and a graduate of the Ocean University in Qingdao, with a degree in marine biology; had married a fellow student and went off with him to spend a number of years in Germany while he worked on a doctorate. They fought a lot and got divorced, and she returned to China, trying out various jobs until she found a gig as a music teacher in a primary school in Beijing.
She shifted closer to me. We caressed each other. She got to the point. Her father had just had a stroke and the medical bills were skyrocketing way beyond what she and her parents could afford; it was with them she was spending every evening in the hospital. She knew I wanted sex. She wanted money 2, 000 yuan to be exact. No, I said, that's too much. The most I had ever spent on a prostitute was 500 ($75) , which is what you could usually bargain things down to at the Pig & Thistle in the Lido Hotel or Maggie's in Jianguomen, where attractive Chinese and Mongolian hookers sought out foreign guys. I tend to find sex with prostitutes boring and a waste of time and money due to the lack of any genuine friendliness in the transaction. I must have a very good reason to bother, exceptional beauty for instance. The other reason I now felt myself teetering on the edge and willing to pay four times more than I had ever shelled out before was there was something truly mysterious about her. I couldn't read her; nothing about her made sense. As a writer I thrive on such ambiguity, the raw puckered fold of ambiguity to wiggle my finger into and work into a story, perhaps an unpleasant one but nonetheless one worth writing about. She lowered the price to 1, 500. If I agreed, she promised to give me several freebies after that.
We walked over to her apartment. She had me wait outside five minutes before going in after her; had a 'good relationship' with the guard and wanted to keep the men she brought over out of sight. The complex was in a decent neighborhood and her apartment what might be termed luxurious by average standards, though she kept it a pigsty. It was large with a spacious dining room foyer, a big living room with a king-size bed (which the Chinese typically convert into a master bedroom) , a bedroom proper with another king-size bed, and a second smaller bedroom where she kept her 7-year old daughter, as I discovered when I opened up the room by accident (she had told me she was childless). There was clutter and dust and unaccountable debris everywhere wooden planks from detached furniture frames and piles of long rolls of some paper product that might have been inventory in a business. I was relieved at least it wasn't rented by a madam or pimp and shared by rotating girls. She said she owned the place and I had no reason not to believe her, yet I still couldn't figure out her circumstances. If she was still paying a mortgage she might have been in financial straits, but such a large apartment could only mean she was better off than most. For all I knew she gave all men the same spiel about her father's stroke, as a steady source of money to invest in the stock market.
She emerged after showering with her robe hanging open, lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide to show off a freshly shaved vagina. 'Chinese guys don't like it shaved but I know you foreign guys do. Here, eat me out. '
'Oh, no! I can't deal with shaved. I need hairy pussy. Why didn't you ask me first? '
Things were not getting off to a good start. I quickly put on a condom while I was still hard. She straddled me, which happens to be my favorite position, but she continued to make things difficult by keeping my hands on her tits when I wanted to grab her ass and making me maul them in a furious circular motion, apparently the only way she could get off. She yelled all right, and I yelled at her to slow down. The mechanical fucking deflated my erection after about a minute. She apologized for the fiasco and invited me to spend the night, while warning me I had to get out early in the morning before she got her daughter up 7am, not wanting us to meet, formally that is.
Her alarm went off at 6am and she got up; I dozed for another 30 minutes. After washing up, I found her fallen back asleep in the other bedroom. She jumped up and ran to her daughter's room to wake her up. I slipped out the door into a cold November morning pouring rain and no choice but to ride the hour and a half back home on my bike, because while my folding bike easily fit into the trunk of a taxi, finding a taxi in Beijing during rush hour in the rain is like winning the lottery.
A few days later I contacted her to see if she was amenable to honoring her promise and stopping over at my place the next day for a freebie. She agreed. An hour before she was due to arrive I got the inexorable phone call. 'It's too far to go your place. Come over to my place instead. You can stay the night again. '
Now we were at the crucial juncture, the battle of wits. It's not that she couldn't manage to make it all the way over. The problem was I had proposed something, and that wouldn't do. She obviously felt it her prerogative to propose and my duty to implement her will. For if she could get me to agree to go back over to her place in spite of my reluctance to, it meant she could get me to agree to anything, including forking over more money for our next fuck, and every fuck thereafter, despite the original terms of our agreement.
'No, ' I said.
When she saw I wasn't buying, her tone abruptly changed to coarse mockery: 'Oh, yeah, come and fuck me! I know you want it. Oh, yeah, ooh, oh, oh, fuck me! Ooh yeah, oh! Oh! Oh! '
I hung up on her.
As quick as a wink we were enemies. Well, maybe not enemies. It would be more accurate to say we simply stopped existing for each other at that very moment and would be having no further contact. But why should I be upset about it, the whole cheap, shabby business, when her actions merely confirmed the eternal law of the prostitute, which I had known all along? A law that in its purity and logic could be described as a thing of beauty: The more unsatisfying the experience for him, the more satisfying for me. Prostitution is truly a magic act, but not for the reasons usually ascribed to it the ease with which instant sex can be summoned at the snap of a finger and a little money. It is magical, rather, for the prostitute: the ease with which instant money can be summoned at the snap of a finger. The lovely rabbit pulled out of the hat unfailingly each time, that handsome sum of money in exchange for a few minutes of lousy sex, the lousier for him the better so that it's over quickly and the angry john beats a hasty retreat. Yet while the sex may suck for him, it doesn't for her, since it's all in the seduction and the conquering, just as it is for men. Once the prostitute habituates to this basic formula, there is no turning back. Once sex and money bind in this powerful chemical reaction, they can never be sundered. In fact, once money is eroticized, it improves, supercharges sex. Money doesn't debase sex, it transfigures it. That is why there are never any freebies.
In its ideal, egalitarian form, where sex worker and customer freely engage each other without intermediaries, sex work is a perfectly legitimate enterprise. Obviously, this is often not the case, with sexual slavery and exploitation so widespread, but that problem is really a separate issue and not my concern here (a vast trove of information about violent prostitution can be found in the media for the interested reader). There is, however, an interesting critique of prostitution even in its non-exploitative form, advanced by some feminists, which claims that the sex-for-money equation is essentially corrupting, since it severs a sex worker's connection with intimacy, her ability to enter into a genuinely loving, sexual relationship. This is said to constitute a grave violation of her human rights, even when she violates them herself in acting as a free agent. The fact that so many prostitutes seem to act against their own financial interests as well by cultivating short-term rather than longer-term relationships with customers only underscores this problem. There is therefore, according to this view, no legitimate form of sex work even under the best conditions, and the entire sex industry (pornography, etc, included) is an evil that society must work to ultimately ban.
I don't know what happens to a prostitute's capacity for love and intimacy, whether and to what extent it is ground down or obliterated after extended sex work. But must love or intimacy be universally regarded as a human right and imperative? I think some would beg to differ. There are many people who are not particularly fixated on the need to cultivate love or personal relationships, let alone start a family, and would regard the pressure to do so as an imposition and a violation of their rights as individuals. And the same goes for sex; everyone knows people who are utterly uninterested in their own sex life and are just fine being celibate or single. They may have different obsessions or preoccupations their work, creativity, adventure, sports, spirituality, health or even sanity and just getting through the day. For countless people as well, money is more important than love. What's wrong with that? Why should a sex worker be looked at any more askance than a shopkeeper or businessman in their greed for money?
As for the claim that prostitutes lose the capacity to enjoy sex, I can vouch that this is decidedly not the case. Some of the most sexual and orgasmic women I have ever slept with have been prostitutes. It is true that sex work denudes sex of intimacy, but this only frees sexuality up to blossom in its own right. The truth about sex that too few people finally grasp is that it can't be fully experienced and enjoyed except as HOT sex, completely dissociated from love. You can thrust a liberated sexuality back into an intimate relationship, but in order to reap the best of both worlds you must first cultivate sexual technique and enjoyment for its own sake. Adding money to the equation does not corrupt this process but only enhances it, since you've now succeeded in getting the world's two most tangible pleasures. Money and sex to realize each other. Maybe prostitutes are onto something that the rest of us are blinded to by age-old prejudices and moralistic preconceptions.
Why are sex workers so despised by the public and elicit so much disgust and contempt? It surely can't be because they earn money, like the rest of us. It can't be because they have sex. And it can't be because they happen to combine these two activities in the most logical way, which everyone else already does, though in more subtle or indirect ways (e. G. 'payback' for a man's dating expenses, the wealthy man who effectively buys his wife of choice). An answer to this conundrum is suggested in a recent Japanese movie about prostitution, Guilty of Romance (dir. Sono Sion. 2011). A glamorous and successful university professor who moonlights as a high-class escort sets about ruining and seducing into prostitution a stereotypically virtuous but buxom married woman she meets (who later turns out to be the wife of one of her wealthy clients) , for no other reason than the woman's purity invites it, like fresh snow that must be trampled upon, with grim yet unpredictable and bizarre results. Unlike conventional morality tales of the trade, what is remarkable about this film is the way it deals with its subject by stripping it of the usual sentimental admixture of sex, love, and privation. It's the rare investigation into the topic that focuses on the bare psychodynamics of the sex worker-customer relationship when money is not the issue and sex is not the point. What's left as the irreducible element and motivating force is pure corruption corruption that feeds off itself.
At the center of the problem is the huge field of tension that forms in the charged space between two opposing ethical frameworks: that which regards sex as a sacred commodity in short supply and that which regards sex as abundant and freely available for a pittance or nothing at all. Conventional morality is aligned with the former, of course. Most people cannot stomach this contradiction, between everything they were brought up to believe and the contrary that keeps getting flung in their face. How can sex be so scarce and unattainable for some while so readily accessible for others? This tension between two incommensurable realties creates a psychosocial schizophrenic split, an intolerable ambivalence on a mass scale. Hence the universal urge to resolve the split, to equalize and level the playing field, namely by eradicating prostitution altogether, which of course has never and will never be accomplished (unless through impossibly draconian measures reminiscent of 17th-century Salem, Massachusetts, or the anti-prostitution campaigns in 1950-60s revolutionary China, along with which an intimidated and cowed public are compelled to internalize hostility to sex and lose the ability to engage in even conjugal sex without guilt and shame the price that must be paid for effective sexual control of a population). Prostitutes are no less influenced by this ideology and its guises of corruption, meanness, and humiliation and reflect these back in mocking form.
What I propose would radically level the playing field by resorting to the other extreme: making all sex remunerative. Every act of sexual intercourse should be paid for, the price determined strictly by the market, by supply and demand, or by whatever price one person is willing to pay and another willing to accept. Since males universally have a greater need for spontaneous sex with a variety of bodies, they would continue to serve the role of customers (while attractive men could sell their services to gay men and older women, and why not younger women as well?). Some would command a higher price than others based on their age, appearance or other assets (education, reputation, etc.) , though sexual value would stabilize according to these market forces, and everyone would know what to expect along a general price range. A woman's price would nonetheless be elastic and negotiable; she could raise it and lower it at will, rising with wealthier or unattractive men and falling with men she found to her liking. Once a new generation grew up and adjusted to this new arrangement, girls upon reaching legal age would proudly announce their price on their Facebook page, their business card, and whenever meeting new friends and potential customers (teenagers would move in their own closed sexual economy).
Married men would not be exempt. Wives too could command a price in line with their sexual worth, namely what any man would be willing to pay, and a husband would have to pay up front before each session of sex with his wife. This would make clear economic sense for housewives, who it has long been acknowledged, deserve to receive a stipulated wage for their work, which they are routinely denied even in developed and civilized countries. For married women who work full-time outside the home, their sexual fees would be welcome compensation for the extra housework they almost invariably perform on top of their day job. In the event the husband loses his job or both come under financial hardship, their marital economy would adjust to make her price more affordable. In general, though, there would be no sex on the house. And of course all women would justifiably benefit from their increased revenue from sex work, rectifying the gender income imbalance across the board. In this new ethical framework in which a quantitative value is put on the sex act, the concept of sex for free would invert to something undesirable, even unthinkable. The only exception would be 'sex volunteers' devoted to providing gratis services to people unable to provide for themselves. The officially disenfranchised, the disabled. Just as some people currently take on volunteer jobs to help the disadvantaged or poor. Outside of this sphere, unpaid-for sex would be treated as a form of theft and subject to prosecution.
The comprehensive sexual monetizing of society would have a number of salutary results. Putting a price tag on sex, as noted, would restore value to it, not just in the abstract but more importantly, in each particular instance. You'the feel you were getting what you paid for; you could still be ripped off, as we are in any case for cheap or shoddy goods, but this would be the exception among wiser shoppers. With all sexually active adult women participating, the egregious economics of scarcity, which enables pimps to coerce and control sex workers, would disappear. With sex fully sanctioned and brought out into the open, the culture of shame would likewise vanish, sexual education in the schools would flourish, and STDs and unwanted pregnancy would plummet. Prostitution as we know it would cease to exist, or to be more precise, there would be no more need for pejorative terms to describe the buying of sex. Sexual negotiation and exchange would paradoxically lighten up and become almost a friendly affair, with the much greater degree of transparency now involved and the ease with which everyone could shop around with their dignity and morals intact.
How would such a scheme, if it had been in place, have altered my encounter with Melody? For one, she would probably have written her price of 2, 000 yuan down on the slip of paper she handed me in the restaurant (or I would have asked her in my initial text message). And I would have declined. But what would more likely have transpired is she would have forestalled my refusal at the outset with better tactics. Knowing such a high fee would be a turnoff, she would have lowered it to a price more in line with her worth this not particularly charming or cultured woman who lived in a flat that looked like a tornado had hit it to say. 1,000 or thereabouts. And I would have tried to bargain it down even further. If she hadn't found me attractive to begin with, she would have balked and I'the never hear from her again. If on the other hand she did find me adequately attractive, she would let me haggle her down to 500. Below that she'the lose face, but I could have handled 500, today's going rate for someone like her.
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06-27-12 06:57 #8804
Angels contact
Same here. I would appreciate a PM with the contact info. Originally Posted by HelloBobby
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Ciao
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06-26-12 18:52 #8803
Angel's contact
Dear Friends. I have seen a lot of good things about Angel. Unfortunately I cannot find her contact / email. Appreciate if someone can post it.
My apologies in advance if it was obvious and I could not find it.
Peace,
Bobby
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06-23-12 08:27 #8802The price for what? Where? If you only know basic Chinese, most people who negotiate with you will know you are a foreigner anyway, doesn't matter the genetics. Chinese are not necessarily racist when negotiating, just smart and greedy. They won't give you a "you look Chinese" discount. But they might tell you they are doing so, even as they overcharge you. Originally Posted by KFCChicken
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This applies anywhere you are negotiating, not just in a place like a MP or BBS.
GM.
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06-22-12 01:31 #8801
Does it really help if you Asian blood and if you can speak basic Chinese? Will the price be cheaper?
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06-21-12 21:53 #8800
What's the going price for MIX girls?
Long time no see, brothers (and sisters?).
Went back to BJ just this week after 4 years and rekindled my interest in BJ. So what's the going rate there now? Thanks a lot.
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