I am from a developed country and I prefer El Centro
[QUOTE=MiamiBoy1;2729405] El Pobaldo beats El Centro in every major aspect that is important to a monger from a developed country.[/QUOTE]I am from a developed country known as the US of A or Pussy Prison. I avoid Poblado because it reminds me of the US of A. You are projecting so many assumptions. To start off with, the chicas. I don't like make-up, fancy clothes, or jewelry. I imagine a chica bare naked, scrubbed clean, and what she will look like when I wake up next to her the following morning after I have fucked her senseless, grabbed her hair, maybe choked her out a couple of times (kidding about the choking out, I stop when they start to turn red). I also do not pre-judge people or chicas based on their educational level, socioeconomic status, color, etc. I have a little problem with older-age women but I have a friend who is helping me work through that.
I love El Centro, which has everything I need at reasonable prices. I know a lot of guys like me, too. I read about a lot of guys here who avoid El Centro and stick to Poblado. Can't say I have met too many of them. I get where they are coming from. I have noticed a lot of them are not from the US of A which somewhat explains the appeal to them and not for me. Poblado is like the entertainment district of any major city in the US of A, with the added attraction that you are guaranteed to get laid. I simply don't need the reminder of all those entertainment districts I have been to in the 46 different states I have visited or lived in the US of A. I focus on the getting laid part, and I have no problem finding chicas that suit my taste, including ones that a majority of guys would agree are very physically attractive in El Centro. I have to agree that if you are looking for educated, upper socioeconomic type chicas, that would be like looking for guys under 5 foot 11 inches playing in the NBA. But that's why your whole approach has been questioned here more than once. Are you mongering or engaged in some parallel activity, like dating?
No one can fault you for your personal tastes but people will resent it if you start coming across like others should automatically agree with you or think like you. To each his own.
My final day in Medellin after 3 months (my longest single post, ever)
No fotos, they are stuck on my Colombia burner phone.
Third year in a row I maxed out my tourist visa, six months allowed, but never this early in the calendar year. You would think I would have organized myself to get a better visa by now, but once I land in Medellin, I start enjoying myself just too damn much to accomplish visa business. No one to blame but myself!
Wake up at 7 AM behind Scarlet and start dry humping her ass crack until I am hard.
Jump out of bed run over to Catgirl's side and test her "puta reflex". I put the tip of my dick on her sleeping lips and she reflexively starts sucking. My ex-wife had it. Catgirl has it. Lucky when you can find it.
I have a 9 AM appointment with GZGTG (Ground Zero Go-to-Girl). I Whassap her and tell I am not leaving my room until I hear from her.
Shower, shit, and shave.
I get a standing blowjob from Scarlet with her knees on a pillow.
9:05 AM, GZGTG says she's at the Ground Zero love motel waiting for me.
Scarlet leaves, she takes one of my bombillos I promised her weeks earlier, as a gift.
Catgirl says she will be gone by the time I return, but promises to come back later in the day. I make her pinky swear.
Walk over to Ground Zero. One hour session with GZGTG. Passionate. We both use a small amount of the pink shit, barely enough to feel it, I think more out of habit than anything. I pay her for the hour and gift her 250 mil COP as promised for the excellent service she gave me the final few weeks of my trip. No restrictions, three hole access, fotos, all bareback, the word "no" was not in her vocabulary. A steal. I started with her older sister, then moved to all three sisters, then just her. I shower my crotch after she leaves, no hot water, big fucking deal. We Whassap that we are each the other's favorites, jeje.
My Whassap is on fire. Pumpkin wants to meet me at the hotel and pick up her bombillo.
Catgirl messages me that she wants a bombillo, too. Catgirl is my Numero Uno. I thoroughly enjoy spoiling her. I tell her I will go buy her one.
I see Sugar Baby's older sister hanging out in the courtyard at Ground Zero. She looks really sad. I ask her what's wrong and she said she hasn't had a customer in three days. Believable, she's a little homely but with a smoking hot body. I slip her a cincuenta note. She follows me to where I sit down at the far end of the glass sidewalk. She strokes my hair for about three minutes. Feel the puta love. She walks away and within 30 seconds she is with a john, jajajaja, joke's on me, perhaps.
On the long walk to Gran Plaza to buy the bombillo, I stop by my favorite love motel to say goodbye to MarvelousMotelMaiden (MMM) who works there as a maid. She says she has to see me today but she doesn't get off work until 8 PM. Impossible, I tell her. I joke with her about going into a room right then and there and fucking her, knowing she can't, she's at work. She kisses me three times on the lips, the last time deep with tongue. I think she was starting to cry. I slipped her 100 mil COP.
MMM and I have something special started that I will share more about later. Suffice it to say for now I am only the second man in her life, after her husband was murdered by the cartel three years ago. Unreal and unexpected. There are always statistical outliers and not all these chicas are sexually experienced. And yet she was still a Number Five all-time, first sexual encounter. Mind blown.
Forty minutes to walk to Gran Plaza, get the bombillo, and return to my hotel room at The Nutti. I tell them at the hobby shop that I have sent them at least eight customers who bought bombillos, jajaja.
I get back to my room and Whassap Pumpkin because I promised to see her next and a bombillo weeks earlier. I message Freckle I will see her and the Little One after that at their motel across the street next.
I fill out my Migracion form on-line for my flight that night.
Catgirl messages me and asks me if I will exchange 900 USD for Colombian pesos for her Dominican Republic boyfriend. I tell her that's too much and I will do a third of that. I wasn't planning another trip to the ATM before I left.
Pumpkin arrives. She uses a tiny bit of pink shit. Her right pinky fashion fingernail got ripped off and I put hydrogen peroxide on it and watch it foam up. She shows off her new tennis shoes which I suppose you could say I bought for her since I have been her sole support for weeks. She asks for and gets a foot massage. I have been very good to Pumpkin this trip, paying her slightly above FMV (Fair Market Value) and more importantly, seeing her on a very regular basis, sometimes 3-4 times per week, usually booty calls in the middle of the night. That's one way to keep your daily average number of chicas up, jeje.
Freckle is livid when I tell her I am with Pumpkin and she is next. She doesn't like waiting. I snort some more pink shit while Pumpkin gives me a goodbye blowjob while I sit on the edge of my bed, her knees on a pillow. She gets me hard in less than a minute and I throw her face-up on the bed, ass hanging over the edge and start fucking her. I pull out and now it's my knees on the pillow eating her out front to back while holding her legs up in the air with both my arms. I call time after less than ten minutes and we both clean our crotches in the shower at the same time. I told her I loved her and she replied in kind.
Catgirl messages me from downstairs in the hotel at the restaurant while Pumpkin is still in the room. I think Catgirl does this as a courtesy knowing there's a good chance I am not alone. I hand Pumpkin her the bombillo and out the door she goes.
I go down at eat lunch with Catgirl and her brother on the first floor. Goes without saying, I am buying. Catgirl is going to a store to buy bed linens for herself and Scarlet, an arrangement I apparently agreed to at some point during the sex and drugs the night before, jajaja.
SoftSwirl from Bello messages me distraught that I am not seeing her today. She asks me for money. The reason she gives is she needs toilet paper because she has diarrhea, and for her son, for whom I am the godfather. Catgirl splits to go buy the bed linens for Scarlet. I return to my room and Remitly 300 mil into SoftSwirl's bank account.
I Whassap Freckle I am ready to see her and the Little One at their hotel. I tell her the truth that I was eating lunch with Catgirl and her brother and she calms down. My chicas know not to argue against My Numero Uno Novia. I find another less fancy bombillo I forgot I had in my closet and I take it with me to Freckle's hotel.
I drink my third sugar-free Monster Energy drink of the day, it is exactly 2 PM.
I walk across the street to the puta motel where Freckle and her roommate live. I gift Freckle and the Little One the bombillo, they love it, and start playing with it instantly. I am pretty high by now, been doing the pink shit steady all day. The chicas join in. Super loving, rolling around in bed, licking, hugging, both of them, no penetration, super love, super relaxed and comfortable, for about three hours. I try not to think about leaving, then sad. Freckle says we are linked forever and I agree. I tell her I hope she sticks with the Little One by her side. Kisses, good-bye. There aren't expecting any money but I give them each 100 mil COP.
Back to the Nutti. Catgirl and I have our first sexual session alone in weeks. Great stuff. A little bit of everything but she finishes me off with an old-fashioned which I love, while reaming my asshole with two fingers, her idea. She jokes at the end there is no shit on her fingers. I start packing. Scarlet shows up. Catgirl has the new bed linens for her.
Scarlet says she wants to give me a blowjob, she's excellent at it and I give her ten minutes. I shower and wash my hair. Scarlet plays with my hair for ten minutes once I am out of the shower. I bag a lot of stuff for Catgirl that I leave behind, as always I ditch before I leave and travel light. She loves the new bombillo.
Catgirl and Scarlet followed me downstairs for my taxi. At the last minute, on impulse I pulled them aside and gave them each 200 mil COP. I didn't add it up but I guess I gifted about a bit over one million COP on my last day to different chicas. More than worth it. I regretted not giving more pesos to MMM earlier.
MMM Whassaps me that she is going to wait for my return and not be with any other man. I believe her. She was alone for years before she met me and she is used to it, and we already told each other we are in love. She does not care how many other girlfriends I have, she says, and fully accepts Catgirl as my Numero Uno.
If we throw out my first five days when I was staying with Freckle and not fucking around, I averaged 4. 3 chicas per day this trip.
My taxi driver I met the day before shows up as promised at 9 PM. He has some good intel about an accident in the tunnel and we take the alternate route through San Diego. I checked in on-line earlier but they wouldn't give me my boarding passes. There is a new kiosk at the airport for printing boarding passes, not airline specific, works for all the airlines at the airport. The queue for checking in is huge and no one is at the kiosk. I step up to the kiosk and have my boarding passes within two minutes.
I am at the gate two hours early, jaja. I get pulled aside before boarding for a "designated TSA check" but I have nothing to hide other than a bunch of porn fotos I took on my phone and in my computer. They ask to see my computer but they don't turn it on. There is pink tussi dust all over it. They let me pass without a second thought. I board business class and I am asleep within ten minutes in a fairly comfortable seat before we even take-off.
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Bombillo speaker I expect to be much better than your phone speaker, and louder
[QUOTE=Deafcon;2729372]I was thinking about buying a single function light here in the states and bringing it with me. My concern is that the bombillo speaker might not be much better than my phone speaker. I don't need to shake the walls or anything, but a bit more volume would be helpful. Amazon does have the light speaker combos as well.[/QUOTE]But not high fidelity, virtually no bass, but a definite upgrade compared to your phone, just based on size of the speaker. I was using a stand-alone Blue Tooth speaker and my bombillo, then I defaulted to just the bombillo because the bombillo speaker was as good as my stand-alone speaker. The chicas aren't picky, just as long as there is some music. They will use their own phone as a last resort. I bring a power strip with me because the electrical outlets in the love motels are often iffy, and the power strip serves as a base or stand for the bombillo, see fotos. Don't forget, you will need a socket adapter for the bombillo to plug it in, otherwise it has a screw in base like a regular light bulb. I bought my socket adapter for less $1 USD or it came with the bombillo.
My stand-alone speaker was the little orangey-mushroomy looking thing, next to the bombillo. The stand-alone sounded pretty clear, but the bombillo was much louder.
You have a penchant for obtuse posts
[QUOTE=Surfer500;2729413]My mailbox is not full, they notify you when it reaches whatever capacity they allow.[/QUOTE]"Surfer500 has exceeded their stored private messages quota and cannot accept further messages until they clear some space."
I call that "full". You can argue semantics and call it what you want (second eye roll of the day for you).
