Tropical Bar Reports

[QUOTE=CaptainSolo;1766186]I am an easy-going, fun-loving guy. I can forgive people for lots of things.

But I will never trust or forgive the assholes who father children, then run away from their responsibilities, not trying their very best and hardest, like all other species on earth, to take care of their offspring.

For the bastard makers, there should be a new federal law, mandating their balls removed with baseball bats.[/QUOTE]This particular topic always ends up eating threads. I would suggesting move it elsewhere, or else we are going to see statements from guys who brag about BB sex deploring the idea of leaving chicas pregnant with no daddy.

Moving this thread back to the original direction, I will add a short report from last Friday.

Got to the border at about 4 pm, the traffic from the Border to the Zona was terrible. The taxi driver explained that Friday is the worst traffic day in Tijuana because people like to come in Friday and spend the weekend here. While Saturday may be the busiest Zona day, very little people actually visit the Zona relative to the rest of Tijuana. Mexicans in particular avoid the Zona unless they actually work there.

Got into Tropical in the late afternoon, there weren't too many Chicas there so I spent some time at the Bar. Girls come and go and one sat down. Definitely a MILF. She introduced herself and spoke decent English. Her normal gig is at Mermaids. I guess she moonlights here on occasion. Since this is the 2nd chica that I've met doing this, I suspect that moonlighting here is a normal thing. We had a decent conversation with some light touching. A little old for me, but she was charming nevertheless. Turns out she was 36 years old which was no big deal. However upon more conversation it turns out that she was a Grandmother! Oh shit! She showed me some pictures of her family. Like her daughters, this MILF must have been smoking hot back in the day. She was a little old for me, despite being more than a decade younger so I passed on her offer. The words "Grandmother" bothered my ego I suppose.

What was interesting that about 20 minutes later, a young chica came up and spoke Spanish to me for the longest time. She is one of the younger ones that routinely dances and I usually tip her because she was usually good. I had no clue what she was saying but upon her leaving the chica in the other booth was on the ground laughing. It turns out that the younger chica was calling me a grandpa for sitting with the MILF and was asking me to come and sit with her instead where she promised to take care of me so that people will not call me "grandpa. " From this I learned two things. From the moment you walk into a Bar, you are continuously watched under a microscope by someone, most likely a Chica. While we think we're in control, we're actually the prey and the chicas the predator. Second, the chicas has Thermal / Infa-red vision with auto zoom installed in their eyes because they can see your every moment in the dark at at least 50 feet.

[QUOTE=Jackie888;1768903]A man is responsible for his child no matter who the mother is. It's really shitty for any man to use the mother's profession as a lame excuse to walk out on his own child.[/QUOTE]

If the chica has the right to decide to have or to not have the child the man should have the same equal right. Why is the man at the mercy of the chica that has all the power in deciding.

If she decides to abort and the man wants to keep does he have the same right to stop her and keep the child?

But back to topic. These are working girls and we are the customers. Its a business transaction. It is really up to the provider to make the right choice.

If she quits her puta job and they become full time serious boyfriend girlfriend then I agree that the guy should share some responsibility but then again they should both have the same equal rights to have or not to have the child.

My 2 cents for what's its worth.

[QUOTE=Jackie888;1768903]A man is responsible for his child no matter who the mother is. It's really shitty for any man to use the mother's profession as a lame excuse to walk out on his own child.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Explorer8939;1769010]This particular topic always ends up eating threads. I would suggesting move it elsewhere, or else we are going to see statements from guys who brag about BB sex deploring the idea of leaving chicas pregnant with no daddy.[/QUOTE]You are both correct.

Was in Las Chevelas Friday night.

There were a few new girls, 3 or 4 of them were tall, fit, looking good in street clothes. Could not see their faces clearly in the dark, but they looked good.

[QUOTE=Tomjackin;1766691]It is only cheaper because you are not tipping each time.[/QUOTE]That's exactly what I said. But wait in post #467 of this thread Jackie888 quotes another monger who writes:

"Locals like to purchase cubetas because the cost per beer is a bit lower."

Definitely not the first time he's completely PHabricated 'information' in his posts. Actually 90% of the stuPH he writes is completely made-up PHantasy. I'd like to thank that monger for providing some comedic value to this board, giving us all something and someone to lauPH at.

I am also amazed how chicas, standing around or sitting quietly in dark corners in the bars, would immediately recognize the mongers and all his kinky sexual habits the minute they walk in. I could never recognize any chicas in the dark bars, unless I get within 6 inches of their faces, but a few chicas always pull me in close and remind me of all the hot, passionate sessions we had in years past.

I used to have the hot for this tiny Kimberly in Hong Kong, who looks like a tiny Philippinas or Polynesian. She usually hide out upstairs with her friends, but every time I walked into the bar and start ordering a beer, she would show up with her smiling face, tugging at my arms!

Street girls seem to have the same skills set. One time I was screwing Juri in front of hotel Mini. We had a hot session, then in a moment of passion, she started rattling out and compare the habits of my wingmen and the guys who go to the alley regularly; some were hot, some cold, some nice and gentle, some crude and nasty, who come quick, who come slow, some smell good, some shitty. Ect. I was surprised that she knew all these guys and remembered all their habits. She said lots of street girls gossip about the gringos they fuck, and they keep mental records of who's fucking whom, how good or how bad. Talking about the finest battlefield intelligence!

If the US had hired some of these Tijuana putas to hold the top offices in the Dept of Defense and the CIA, they would have collared all these Al Qaeda, ISIS, radical Muslims and hang them by their balls by now.

[QUOTE=Jackie888;1769379] What was interesting that about 20 minutes later, a young chica came up and spoke Spanish to me for the longest time. She is one of the younger ones that routinely dances and I usually tip her because she was usually good. I had no clue what she was saying but upon her leaving the chica in the other booth was on the ground laughing. It turns out that the younger chica was calling me a grandpa for sitting with the MILF and was asking me to come and sit with her instead where she promised to take care of me so that people will not call me "grandpa. " From this I learned two things. From the moment you walk into a Bar, you are continuously watched under a microscope by someone, most likely a Chica. While we think we're in control, we're actually the prey and the chicas the predator. Second, the chicas has Thermal / Infa-red vision with auto zoom installed in their eyes because they can see your every moment in the dark at at least 50 feet.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=ClamSlammer;1770516]That's exactly what I said. But wait in post #467 of this thread Jackie888 quotes another monger who writes:

"Locals like to purchase cubetas because the cost per beer is a bit lower."

Definitely not the first time he's completely PHabricated 'information' in his posts. Actually 90% of the stuPH he writes is completely made-up PHantasy. I'd like to thank that monger for providing some comedic value to this board, giving us all something and someone to lauPH at.[/QUOTE]What did you expect? I still think it is the same poster.

I was going to skip this Labor Day weekend due to the anticipated traffic. But upon reading this forum, I could not help to make a run at the last minute on Saturday evening. As reported in the past, Saturday is the day I hate gonig down there the most due to the traffic and crowd. It was a royal pain the ass to get down battling the Oceanside traffic that added about an hour and a half to the normal driving. At the border I purchased the 6 month pass for $20. Upon exiting and about 100 yards down the street I purposefully crossed the street to hail a Taxi Libre because I despise the Yellow Cab Mafia who had carved up their own person "territory" allowing them to solicit patrons first and henceforth over-charge customers. One thing about hailing a cab is that one should hail a cabbie who is driving or just drop off a customer and not a cabbie standing outside of his cab chit chatting or eating to get the better fares. Eating and chit chatting cabbies tend to be a little lazier and usually want a premium to drive you.

Anyways fast forward to the Tropical Bar. It was about 11:30 pm and I finally settled down for a drink after wandering the other clubs for about 4 hours. I take a close look around and realize that the girls here are generally unattractive. On the pretty scale, the girls here are a notch below the girls found in the alley because here the girls are heavier. I was about to call it the night and return to HK when a MILF in her late twenties that I have not seen before flirted from across the floor. In an blink of an eye, she invited herself over and sat next to me. Before I can tell her that I'm not interested, she had my zipper down and hand inside. The next thing I knew she stuck her tongue down my throat for the next half hour. When she wanted a 2nd drink, we wandered to the back for a little more privacy. We continued where we left off with her literally climbing inside my clothes. And somewhere between 11:30 pm and 3:15 am, she blew me twice, and I had sex with her thigh and calf and cummed in her hands while she licked my neck. It was a wild experience because we had to both watch out for the waiters who would have kicked both of us out for lewd behavior as well as other people. She was passionate. The 3 hour experience was wild and unscripted. And memorable.

At about 3:30 am, I found a favorite in the alley and took her upstairs. She was pretty. She had a rock solid body with long legs and tiny waist. Beautiful breast. Beautiful smile. Beautiful eyes. This girl completely blew the Tropical girl out of the water when it came to physical attractiveness. But everything felt scripted. She blew me. We screwed. I left. It was a cold and disconnected affair. I am sure that in a week, I won't even be able to recall this experience.

So this is why I still visit the Tropical Bar despite all the ugly girls. Because once in a while, I can get one of these wild, unscripted and passionate session in a public area.

[QUOTE=Tomjackin;1770689]What did you expect? I still think it is the same poster.[/QUOTE]No, Tom. Mr. Shitstain has some weird hard-on for me.

It may come as a shock to somebody who has never written a TR, and who gets bilked by his propane salesman, but Tijuana does not revolve around the Zona Norte. True, the cubetas offer no discount in the ZN bars, but they are not the only bars / clubs in Tijuana. Some offer cubetas that are simply a multiple of the beer price. Others offer a couple of pesos discount off the single price. Others offer better deals, but on brands that may not be as popular. There may not be a lot of savings, but when you make 1,200 pesos a week, every peso counts. I go to a lot of different clubs, I mingle with a lot of locals who buy a lot of cubetas. Funny, but I've never seen Mr. Shitstain in any of these places. I guess he's too afraid of being cheated to leave Mom's basement.

[QUOTE=Tomjackin;1770689]What did you expect? I still think it is the same poster.[/QUOTE]Yup, only one poster on this site can write something so stupid. It's not all bad though. He provides entertainment value for me. I rather enjoy calling him out on his PHabricated PHables of make-believe PHiction. But being the humanitarian PHilanthropist I am, I sincerely wish that monger to seek treatment from a qualified mental health professional, or rather a team of mental health professionals, so that he no longer feels the urge to make up lies on an anonymous puta board in order to gain attention and appear knowledgeable.

For even more exciting sex, you can engage Yolanda for a 3-hour BBBJ in her wheel chair in the middle of the alley for $5!

[QUOTE=Jackie888;1770744]I Before I can tell her that I'm not interested, she had my zipper down and hand inside. The next thing I knew she stuck her tongue down my throat for the next half hour. When she wanted a 2nd drink, we wandered to the back for a little more privacy. We continued where we left off with her literally climbing inside my clothes. And somewhere between 11:30 pm and 3:15 am, she blew me twice, and I had sex with her thigh and calf and cummed in her hands while she licked my neck. It was a wild experience because we had to both watch out for the waiters who would have kicked both of us out for lewd behavior as well as other people. She was passionate. The 3 hour experience was wild and unscripted. And memorable.

So this is why I still visit the Tropical Bar despite all the ugly girls. Because once in a while, I can get one of these wild, unscripted and passionate session in a public area.[/QUOTE]

Yolanda wouldn't take her dentures off, so I had to pass on the offer.

On Friday, using indigestion as an excuse, I snuck my way out of the most boring meeting on earth. As I look upward to the sky there was an overcast so I took it as a sign to visit Tijuana. Wandered to the border at about 3 pm, I crossed the border with my spanking new 6 months pass. Hell the Mexican Border Patrol barely glanced at it making me wonder whether I needed one in the first place. I actually did not prepare for this trip so I only brought 2,000 pesos which is about $120. So it is going to be a lot of alley action today.

I wanted to check out the Maquidora (1st bar when one enters the alley) but the door guy said that they don't open until 8 pm where he would personally welcome me in. Ok, so I wandered across the alley where I found a pretty girl sitting in the door way of the corner bar that everyone avoids. Conversation ensues yet I wasn't in the mood for sex because it was so damn hot. So I ended walking her to the OXXO store where I purchased her an ice tea. When we returned she showed me the the room in a hotel around the corner that is pretty popular with everyone else on this forum except me. She tells me that it's only her 2nd day on the job and I was her first and only customer. Looking around at the sparse traffic in the area, the 2nd part was probably true. She offered everything for 200 pesos. OK so she talked me into it. In the room she was pretty damn good. The only unfortunate thing was that the condom broke when we were in doggy. However I think I was out of her and was rubbing her pussy lips with my head when the condom gave way. I asked if she was clean and she gave me the most indignant "of course!" Hopefully she was as sincere as she sounded even though I literally jumped off the bed, tore open an anti-bacterial wipe and cleaned myself in less than 5 seconds. Put another condom on and she finished me with a BJ since I was too paranoid for sex after the breach.

After hours of cool down (it was hotter than shit), I explored across Constitution. For what ever reason I've always stayed on this side (alley) of the street. This was my first venture to the other side. I found Elizabeth with the lazy eye. The vets know who I am talking about. She was sweet and decent and agreed to a BBBJ for $200. Actually she agreed to a $100 BJ but wanted $200 for a BBBJ. Out came another anti-bacterial wipe prior to the deed and 20 minutes later the deed was done. After more hours to cool down, I sample my third for the day who was a friend of Ximena. She stood near Ximena, is 20 years old, seems nice and has cute mole above her right lip. Unfortunately her niceness ended once we were upstairs. Her "everything" that we agreed to meant that she was willing to take her clothes off, but a BJ would be extra. More fucking upselling, courtesy of the Ximena school of customer service. Did not even bother to cum with her. Just wanted to get the motion over with. Will not repeat with her nor Ximena from now on, but I am much more appreciative of Sam the mercenary standing out of the HK club. At least Sam is honest with her business.

It is now roughly 11 pm and I am worn out from 3 sessions and the blistering heat which is taking a toll on everyone. I was sitting directly underneath the damn air con in the Tropical Bar and I thought that it was off. I am down to about 300 pesos and just about to call it the night since by budget was about to empty when I saw a girl I've never seen before. She was a tall gorgeous blonde vixen with huge tatas on a thin frame. So with my last 300 pesos I introduced myself and asked her whether she was lost since the HK club was across the street. We flirted and chit chat for about 30 minutes. The girl spoke English with perfect grammar. That was because she was recent a University graduate who was visiting family in Tijuana. She mentioned that Machismo was a real turn off for her. But her favorite men in the world were Filipino men and asked me if I was Filipino. Because I do not remotely look like an Islander with my small frame and light complexion, I told her "Of course I am Filipino!" And she started kissing me.

When our drinks ran out she whispered in my ears whether I wanted to go have some fun. Shit. My stash was empty and I was debating whether I should dig into my super emergency fund. So I asked her how much? She replied that she didn't want to talk money. But she knew that I would be fair to her if she made me happy. Shit, this was going to cost me an arm and a leg, I thought to myself. So I toss out $60. She said that after I paid for my room, there was not much left for her. Oh shit, she was new to this. After she again said that she hates talking about money, I decided what the hell. What is emergency money good for if it wasn't for an emergency like this.

Took her upstairs and she gave me one of the most memorable GF service in recent memory. Showered together before and after. Gave me her phone number. Asked me to come to her home state to visit her. I bought her flowers afterwards. She made me promise to call her. I fell completely in love with her. So I did what any of us would do. Upon leaving I went to the OXXO store, bought a lighter and burned the paper she wrote her number on so that I can never contact her. Sometimes one has to removed oneself from temptations.

There must be around 1000 old Filipinos, Chinos, Koreanos perverts who hang out regularly in La Zona.

They love college-educated, English-speaking and would take good care of your sweetheart for you when you are busy in meetings.

You should have auctioned off her tel number for top dollars.

[QUOTE=Jackie888;1774140]when I saw a girl I've never seen before. She was a tall gorgeous blonde vixen with huge tatas on a thin frame. So with my last 300 pesos I introduced myself and asked her whether she was lost since the HK club was across the street. We flirted and chit chat for about 30 minutes. The girl spoke English with perfect grammar. That was because she was recent a University graduate who was visiting family in Tijuana. She mentioned that Machismo was a real turn off for her. But her favorite men in the world were Filipino men and asked me if I was Filipino. Because I do not remotely look like an Islander with my small frame and light complexion, I told her "Of course I am Filipino!" And she started kissing me.

When our drinks ran out she whispered in my ears whether I wanted to go have some fun. Shit. My stash was empty and I was debating whether I should dig into my super emergency fund. So I asked her how much? She replied that she didn't want to talk money. But she knew that I would be fair to her if she made me happy. Shit, this was going to cost me an arm and a leg, I thought to myself. So I toss out $60. She said that after I paid for my room, there was not much left for her. Oh shit, she was new to this. After she again said that she hates talking about money, I decided what the hell. What is emergency money good for if it wasn't for an emergency like this.

Took her upstairs and she gave me one of the most memorable GF service in recent memory. Showered together before and after. Gave me her phone number. Asked me to come to her home state to visit her. I bought her flowers afterwards. She made me promise to call her. I fell completely in love with her. So I did what any of us would do. Upon leaving I went to the OXXO store, bought a lighter and burned the paper she wrote her number on so that I can never contact her. Sometimes one has to removed oneself from temptations.[/QUOTE]