[QUOTE=Queens35;1996533]Sounds like a bunch of cheap gringos unhappy that others have discovered their playground and that chicas are choosing to charge more now that more guys are in town and they don't have to go and do everything you want for 100 k.
My suggestion is to leave Medellin to us stupid mongers and go find some unknown obscure town in the middle of nowhere and don't post it on the internet.[/QUOTE]It's called "The Monger's Lament. ".
When a monger finds an undiscovered gem, whether a brothel only known to the locals or a city that is not being sufficiently exploited by sex tourists, he tells everyone how great it is, encourages them to visit, shares his stories of astounding beauty, brimming with sexuality, all readily available for the price of a bag of Cheetos, plus your balls don't end up orange.
Soon waves of mongers are arriving and the local girls start buying iPhones, silicone and designer clothes. Then they realize they are pricing themselves too low. Next the innocence, which brought everyone to their country is replaced with jaded professionalism.
The local economy recognizes the value of tourism and the big hotels and international franchises start popping up, bringing a different class of tourist, one who doesn't appreciate micro-mini skirts and 7" heels. Once the government recognizes the traditional tourist generates more tax revenue than the sex tourist, the atmosphere changes.
Instead of heading to the local casa, the young girls head to college, or take up modeling, so the talent pool begins to shrink. Eventually everything stabilizes. The government limits the sex industry just enough to satisfy the tourism industry, the fashion industry moves on to the next mongers paradise, and a new level of service and pricing is established. It's not as great as it once was, but it's still better than home.
Then the old-timers show back up. The places they fell in love with 10 years ago are gone, replaced by shopping malls and McDonald's. The price they used to pay for all night with a GFE 10, now gets them 30 minutes with a 7, who is more interested in how many Instagram followers she picked up, than in a 60 year old man desperately trying to convince the world he is still 35.
Then come the cries of "it's doomed", "never going back" and "I give it 3 years. " Eventually, the waves of new mongers slow to a trickle, as some other place has become the next big thing.
Meanwhile, the quiet mongers just go on enjoying themselves. They learned long ago, chasing the crowd just tires you out and leaves you lined up with a bunch of sweaty men.
