The Paisa Pussy Market: Let's Celebrate Its Inefficiency
In recent days, Colombia Lover and several other posters have pondered some of the profoundest of economic questions: Is the Medellin Chica Market "free"? Is it an "efficient" one? The following is based on my hazy (can it really be, 60 year old memory) of an undergraduate Ec 101 course supplemented by some rapid googling.
As Villainy has pointed out, a free market is simply one in which prices are determined without any external restrictions on the competition among buyers and sellers--be it restrictions from government in the form of quotas, price-controls, tariffs, taxes, etc ,or from private monopolists who control enough of the market to dictate pricing. In that sense, the monger/puta market would seem to qualify as one of the freest that one can imagine. And one with no "barriers to entry" other than a chica's willingness to spread her legs for total strangers, including those of us who are potbellied, wrinkled, foul of breath, or irredeemable jerks. Well, with one likely exception: I imagine that any entrepreneurial guy (or mamasan) who wants to open / operate a casa or a strip club here in Medellin may need the blessing of (I. E have to make payoffs) to politicos, the gendarmerie, and / or cartel thugs.
What about market efficiency? That refers to the extent to which all participants (buyers and sellers alike) share complete and up to date information relevant to pricing. "If markets are efficient, then all information is already incorporated into prices, and so there is no way to "beat" the market because there are no undervalued or overvalued assets (I. E. Pussy in our case) available. " Clearly we mongers and our putas operate in a fairly inefficient market-as evidenced by the gringos forking out $200 and up for Gusto girls, the rampant photoshopping of chica pictures on FB and mileeroticos, the reports on this thread of El Centro girls (readily available for 30 K by the Veracruz church) having been spotted hawking their wares for 200 k in Parque Llleras.
Perhaps we ISG board members can flatter ourselves that, in a sense, we're like successful inside traders, with access to privileged information from this thread. If that's the case, then let's take a moment to celebrate the market inefficiency.
Yeah, I missed the original context
[QUOTE=Nounce;2705927]The original context is for a guy that is new to El Centro the first time and he wants to invite a girl he just met to his apartment. Even if he pulls it off and the girls agree to everything, but we know it can change when in the room in San Peter. Is this a wise thing to do?[/QUOTE]Guilty of scanning posts, as charged.
My cellular got stolen today, I'll probably write it up later.
There has been a yelling match going on in the hallway of the Nutti for the last hour so, English speaking guy, Spanish speaking chica, a third-male party, something about a stolen laptop and a date with no sex. Kudos to the guy for keeping such a calm head. Sounds like it wasn't clear exactly what the expectation would be at the end of the date for performance or payment, but of course I am just getting the highlights.
Flame is due here in an hour at midnight. Her first visit this trip. Not on my List, but she never disappoints. She is the consummate professional and her every move is pleasurable. I consider her a friend. I feel tired but strong.
Stolen cell phone and a scuffle inside a love motel at Ground Zero
The Trouble with Trannies; I Told You So Asti; or something much, much more.
Unbelievably to me at least, I have been here more than a month and this was my first mongering foray into Ground Zero this trip.
I was feeling randy and raw the night before when I messaged one of my favorite Ground Zero perennials, a cute tranny I will call Mariz, to find me a chica who I could face-fuck the next day, hard and deep at Ground Zero. I specified position, ass and legs sitting flat on the floor with her back against the bed, neck at the edge of the mattress, and that her face would be flat against my abdomen without condom when I climaxed for deep swallow. I offered 80 mil. I told her it would be hard and deep. She said she would find me the right girl.
When I showed up the next day, the girl flaked on us, if there was a girl. As I was leaving Ground Zero, I saw another tranny who I have known for over a year. She was the same tranny who introduced me her childhood friend, Pumpkin, who I have written about many times here. Pumpkin holds a solid position in the bottom half of my Top Ten List. The point is I was two degrees of separation from a new girl with my tranny friend for what I did next.
This new girl standing next to the tranny. I had not seen before. Bigger than me but I found her attractive. I was horny because of missing out on the face fuck I had "planned". I asked her three times if she was trans and she said no. I tried to cop a feel under her skirt but there were two Policia less than ten yards away facing us. The three of us went to the Love Motel and did some tussi and then my tranny friend left. The drug haters will point to the tussi as an "I told you so" example, but I believe the tussi helped prevent the situation from developing into violence.
She was getting positioned to give the blowjob when I said, let me see your pussy, and she wouldn't. That's when I made my first big mistake and countered advice I have given many times here which is to pay your way out of a bad situation, and keep things peaceful. I told her I was not going to pay her and got up ready to leave. Bad move, especially with a tranny. She changed as fast as you can flip a switch.
With lightening fast jabs she reached into my bolsa or shoulder bag and came out with and a handful of money and I was not sure what else. Almost as fast I reached back into her bag and pulled my money back out. Then she did the same again to my bag, jab, jab, then she got up and ran down the stairs. I followed as quick as I could, managed to catch her in the street for a second, reached into her bag again and came out with a single cincuenta or 50 note. She took off, faster than me, and like an idiot I returned to the room.
Once there, I confirmed my cell phone was gone.
Wait, it's just starting to get good.
I returned to my hotel room at The Nutti. Ran into a fellow mongerer from ISG for the first time, EarthEatMoon. I invited him up to my room and we had a great visit. Very cool guy, we had a few things in common. Our conversation was focused and intense, a lot to do with what just happened to me and some interesting recent experiences of his first-time mongering here in El Centro. I generally will not make a point to meet up with random guys from the ISG, but the times I have done so, they were all stand-up guys with whom I got the feeling I could trust.
While MoonPie was here, who should walk in behind me but Pumpkin. Now remember, Pumpkin is two degrees separated from the perp, but did not know her. After a nice visit with MoonPie, Pumpkin told me, "Put on your clothes, let's go try to find your phone".
We sauntered over to Ground Zero and to my amazement, the first girl she stopped to talk to and who I had never seen before, already knew the entire story. She said the tranny perp in question had been arrested after I left for of all things, stealing from Johns. Go figure.
We walked over to the police substation (they are called "cai's" in Medellin) at the bottom NE corner of the San Antonio metro station. A nice a professional police guarding the front door confirmed her arrest and even knew of my cell phone. While they were processing her, they had to attend to a sudden bigger crime outside and they left her. She did the same thing I would've done. She went home.
No phone, no fotos. More to come.
Not questioning the veracity of your well written report for one second
[QUOTE=CeeJay1;2706152]Stopped at the New Life this evening. The line up wasn't much to look at, same old silicone amazonian type girls but not the same quality as before. The quality at New Life seems to be declining, at least from where it use to be I think. Anyhow, when I step inside the room with the girl I selected I turned the light on and she turns it off and I turned it back on. She says something about the light bothers her and she just wanted the light from the bathroom on, which offered little light (screw that I'm not forking in the dark I like to see where I 'm putting my dick) then she turned the music loud and I could tell she had a bit of an attitude. The vibe was kinda gone by then, so I thought about it and said the hell with it and left the room went down stairs told the guy that runs the place I changed my mind. He told me to pay the 3 k viewing fee. When I walked towards the payment window, one of the other girls from the line-up asked me if everything was ok and I said everything was fine. I didn't want get the girl in trouble. Let the one I left in the room tell them what ever she wants after all she has to work there and all the girls usually hate on one another at these places anyways. Good thing these casa's prices are cheap, but it was getting late and these places close generally around 7 pm so I had make up for very little time left. Its seems like I'm going to have to upgrade to FB girls, maybe that's where all the good casa girls have gone. I'm done with New Life for now, at least on this trip.[/QUOTE]But to me at least, that sounds more like an off-night than a general state of affairs. Happy Hunting, and Keep On Keepin' On!