The City That Never Sleeps
'Poozy sah! Good poozy. Tight poozy sah! ' she called from in front of the bar. I looked over at the fine looking brown ho teetering in white high heels. She had a cute face, slender figure and a flat flawless abdomen. Straight long black silken hair reached down to her rude little ass. Her dark eyes and pert peaches seemed to beckon me in. Bewitched I did not doubt the quality of her pussy to be as advertised. The brazenness of this salacious ho hawking her pussy on the track in competition with scores of others on Fields Avenue captivated my attention for a moment before I moved on. The streets were filled with a mass of humanity, some in search of survival others in search sex. Trike drivers offered their services while others seemed intent on running over pedestrians. Children dressed in rags begged fat old white men in search of pussy tenaciously as the hoes made futile attempts to drive them off. Some of the little brown bastards cornered me and held on to my arms calling me 'daddy. ' I looked down at them. They seemed so sincere in believing that I was their long lost daddy that I almost believed it too. I mean some of the urchins even looked like they could have been the result of my wildly sown oats. I tossed them some ten peso coins like a good papa then dabbed at my eyes with a handkerchief. Off they went with the spoils from their stranger daddy. I guess real daddy will be drinking Red Horse tonight. Despair and ecstasy are intertwined in this town. The night is merciful and covers the ugliness of the broken dog shit strewn sidewalks with her cloak of darkness.
The aroma of food moves in on the humid night air to replace the stench of the sewers. Cockroaches scurry hurriedly out of the way of pedestrians as I make my way down to the Dollhouse. I find a seat close to the stage and order a cold San Miguel. I watch the parade of beautiful hoes in choreographed dance to mind numbing music. Some of them looked like they'the rather be back at their nipa hut eating pork adobo. They had that thousand yard shell shocked stare of veteran hoes that saw too much action. A tall young porcelain skinned beauty with doe eyes and a graceful neck caught my eye. She had sexy rose bud lips and a Barbie Doll figure with a bubble butt. She was definitely a scrumptious ho. An old drunken Korean trick climbs onto the stage and dances with the beeches before he is finally ran off. The hoes dance a few more numbers then exit the stage. The old Korean rushes to meet them and puts his hand on the ass of the pretty young ho that had my attention. She responds warmly. I figure her meat would be stuffed with kimchi that night and called for my bill.
I make my way to several other bars. Finally, I settle in one where the girls are quite friendly. They try to call me up on stage to dance with them. I decline. Between sets six of them sat at my table and we traded massages and stories. They were eager for bar fine. One adventurous little ho grabbed my cock and massaged it to life lovingly. 'Malaki titi! ' she shrieked and soon I have about ten hoes handling my dick like a prize stallion up for auction. They all giggle and volunteer each other to get fucked. They select the smallest ho out of the group and sit her in my lap urging me to take her and break her tight tiny pussy for the night.
Money changers open on Sunday?
I will be arriving on a Sunday afternoon. Will the money changers be open in AC? If not I assume that I will have to get a day's worth or so from the airport at unfavorable rates or is there some other soulution?
An opinion, and a bit more
[QUOTE=GreenBud; 1117978]The tip in Angeles is voluntary. This is different from Manila and Sabang where the "tip" is required (which means it's technically not a tip).
General consensus by informed people would be 100 to 500 pesos. I asked a few girls; they said the largest tip they got was 500 pesos.
But it would not be extremely strange for you not to tip.
Funny story: I was at a go-go bar. This old guy wanted to barfine this young girl. She seemed pissed and was pouting. The old guy didn't seem to care. The manager spoke with the girl. The girl went with him. I was told by the other girls that it was because the guy would do her multiple times that night plus one more time in the morning; and then he wouldn't tip. The key point is that the girl still went with that old guy (wow, what a stud; I can't do that anymore). [/QUOTE]Green makes an interesting point here. The old guy and the moody girl. What she's willing to work for, and what she wants, are two different things. You got that? At the Fields bars where the barfine is 1500, she gets 750 later. She's expected to do what Green mentioned, perform at least 2x. All for p750. She is not only expected to do it, all the barfine girls in the bar are glad to have it. Would she WANT a tip? Yes of course. Would she WANT a larger share of the barfine? Yes of course. The Santos girls are working 4 hours in your room, the barfine is p700, and she's getting 350 for performing 2x. She's fine with that. Would she WANT a tip? Yes of course. Does she not work if she knows she won't get a tip? Hell no. Not without getting into trouble with the management.
So many gents get into the habit of automatically being concerned with the girl's feelings. Everyone should be nice of course, but its a biz for her (nothing more; just because she makes nice with your fat ass doesn't mean she really likes it). She uses her feelings to increase her biz worth (pouts so you will pay more; its what they doooo). Listen, gents, this is more than just my opinion. Having had relationships with bargirls, waitresses, and mamasans, I can tell you that they tell me the following: the girls are fine with getting half the barfine. In fact, they want to get a lot of them to make some extra money to send home to mama.
Regarding tipping in filipines. Just go to any province (away from tourist areas) and watch the locals. They rarely tip. Its not a tipping culture. I usually tip p100 to the girls, tryke money to get her home. When gents tip large (on this board, and at kokomos, etc., I've heard guys say p500 and p1000 in AC), they are pushing their foreign culture onto local pilipine culture. There is a FEELING on his part that he must help her (the damsel), while the feeling is not necessarily shared by her (but he thinks it is).
