My friends that live there tell me
[QUOTE=Zeke2121;2354190]Hello,
Going to AC I'm 3 weeks. I heard and read the new Mayor is going hard on vendors, clubs and girls! Anybody in AC or have any updates? Also does the rain make big difference in AC for having fun with the ladies? Thanks.[/QUOTE]There's a new "sheriff in town" that's vowing to clean up the shithole known as AC (Mayor, election May 2019) hes trying to make a big splash, swinging his (little) cock around. Things are changing rapidly. AC is not the same place it was 1 week ago. And hes just getting started.
How I got a Camelot dancer fired
Warning: Today is my rant day. So do not read if you are allergic to those sorts of things. Normally, I proofread several times before I upload. But like I said, today is my rant day.
This happened several years ago. Come to think of it, it might have been year 2014 exactly. Camelot just reopened after a months-long shutdown, as a result of a government raid. They were so scared of another raid that if you inquired the mamasan about barfine, she would act clueless and say it's up to the girl. You had to deal directly with the girl. Then the girl would say (if she was up to it), "2,000 pesos. You pay in the hotel. " The mamasan was just an observer. They were adamant about not receiving the 2,000 pesos inside Camelot because that was what got them shut down months earlier. I heard if a first-time customer entered Camelot and wanted to barfine a girl, they flat-out refused thinking the guy might be a government operative.
So on this night, the Camelot mamasan recommends me one of her dancers. The mamasan is more than an observer this night because she has known me for several years. Actually, I was a covert CIA operative in the Middle East but noone in Camelot needs to know.
So I'm having a drink with the dancer, who isn't talking much. That doesn't bother me. But I get this very strange sixth sense vibe from her. However, since the mamasan recommends her, I decide to follow through with it. Little did I know. Never underestimate the power of your own sixth sense.
The girl says, "2,000 pesos. You pay in the hotel. " She agrees to stay until 6 am. We go to a restaurant to eat first. While waiting for the food, the girl is talking about how pretty she is. Red flag number one. She is pretty. But behind the heavy make-up and fake eye lashes, she might look like a hag. Who knows? Then while eating, she mentions the taboo "infection" word. Red flag number two. It is not clear to me whether she is talking about infection in general or her own infection down below. Then she asks, "Are you scared?" I think she is playing mind games with me so that she does not have to give it up tonight.
After eating, she asks, "Where are we going?" I say, "We're going to Genesis. " Then she says, "Let's go to Brown Sugar. " They should change that name. It's slightly racist. I tell her that I do not like Brown Sugar so we are going to Genesis. Then she continues, "We have to go to Brown Sugar because my friends are working there. " Now, she is not asking me. She is telling me. She wouldn't let up. I ask her what is wrong with Genesis. She says, "Maybe someone see me. I scared."
So you are worried about your stellar reputation. Let me ask you this. If you go to Brown Sugar, none will see you? When you enter and leave Camelot, none will see you? If you are so worried about your reputation, then maybe you should not engage yourself in prostitution because it is highly immoral and strictly illegal in most countries, including the Philippines. And yes, most people frown upon prostitutes, so don't you dare become one.
I realize I am sitting across the table from a live nut-job. I tell her we are going back to Camelot. All of a sudden, her overbearing attitude disappears and she says, "If we go back Camelot, they will charge me. " Yes, they will, and deservedly so, if I may add.
We go back to Camelot. Interestingly, the mamasan is standing outside. I tell her about what transpired during dinner. She is visibly shocked, but since she is a pimp and we all know how pimps are, she tries to dismiss the incident as a rare anomaly. The mamasan says, "OK, no problem. I will just send her home. " The girl gets on a trike and is about to leave. "I'm also charging you for the expensive dinner, you Brown Sugar infection!" I yell at her.
After the girl is gone, I give a rant to the mamasan. She keeps saying this has never happened before. "Before never problem because she always go straight to hotel room from Camelot. Never barhopping. " So if she enters a sex tourist hotel with a farang stranger for the purpose of sexual intercourse, noone will see her? Her reputation will remain intact? My final words to the mamasan that night are, "Let me tell you something. That girl you gave me is crazy! Yes crazy! With all 5 letters in uppercase!" I sleep alone this night. I don't like my luck.
The next day, I'm in Camelot again during happy hour. The mamasan comes over. She seems genuinely happy to see me again after last night's debacle. She tells me she's released the Brown Sugar infection girl from her duties forever. Might as well. She's nothing but trouble, I say to myself. Then the mamasan proceeds to tell the truth and the whole truth. "The girl. Big troublemaker. She never come to work. One day she come. Then for one week she don't come. I never know when she come. " So the girl had been walking all over the mamasan the whole time. And the mamasan had been putting up with it at the same time. Well, thanks for recommending me your troublemaker Brown Sugar infection girl. I really appreciate it. After this conversation, I ignore the mamasan in the proceeding days. She is useless to me. In my eyes, the mamasan is a troublemaker breeder.