Angeles City

[Sir Lancelot]

For a change of scene I went to SM Mall for lunch. It was midday and there were lots of pretty students in the food court. After a coffee at Starbucks, where Macca was flirting at distance with a cute girl running a little stall selling necklaces, we walked back to Red Street and I made up for yesterday's calamity at pool by winning 4-1 today. Form is temporary, class is permanent.

A black tape dancer I barfined from Avalon a few years ago, who has recently started at the bar again, messaged me during the afternoon, asking me to come in to the bar to see her. She messaged again at 7. 15 pm asking where I was. Me and Macca arrived a short while later but she wasn't there. Either she looks very different now and I didn't recognise her or she had already been barfined. There were six average girls on the stage and three or four pretty ones sat with customers.

We went to Viking, where there are always lots of young girls, smiling and laughing on stage. There were a few pretty ones including a classic Filipino beauty with long, curly hair.

QBar delivered us great girls a year ago but the lineup wasn't inspiring tonight. But it only takes one girl and I called a very skinny 22 year old down for a drink. She had no tits whatsoever but the peachiest little bum I've ever seen. She spoke limited English though so conversation was difficult. There has to be some kind of a spark or the sex is purely transactional.

Macca wanted to go down to the massage shop to say Hello, to the girl he went with last night. En route he was stopped in his tracks by a lovely looking girl outside Champagne. She had a pretty face and was dressed in a sophisticated long dress. 'I see you again' he promised to her, not realising yet that later in the evening he'd be calling this girl his 'future wife'!

Baccara is a cosy venue that usually has a lively atmosphere. There were 12 girls on stage and immediately I spotted a girl I liked the look of with blond hair, but before I could act she was summoned down to another customer. You snooze, you lose. This bar has an anything-goes atmosphere and I noticed some of the girls were sat astride their customers with tops off.

A big-spending tourist sat next to me, probably in his forties and nearly 7 foot tall, who was extravagantly throwing buckets of ping pong balls to the girls. He must be a regular because they handed him the microphone for karaoke and he belted out Sweet Caroline and Bon Jovi's It's My Life (with me as backing singer).

I bought a drink for a pretty, dark-skinned girl, who had a Cambodian appearance. She was a nice smily girl, who I was surprised to hear was 31. I was tempted to pay her barfine but it was 5500 and I decided against.

I caught up with Macca in Champagne, who looked loved-up with his new favourite Filipina girl. No girls were dancing but an old geezer in a frayed hat had three ladydrinks on the go and one of the girls was cute.

We were lured in to Atlantis by a throng of pretty Hello, girls outside. There were lots of pretty girls dotted around the bar. Seven girls were slow-dancing on stage and I recognised one, a pocket rocket I barfined from Dollhouse two years ago. She was a tiger in the bedroom and that rarest of commodities, a skinny Filipina girl with big natural tits. I've fantasised about this girl many times since barfining her two years ago, so I tried to summon her down for a drink. The rug was pulled from under my feet though when the waitress explained that the girl was ill today and couldn't speak.

I wasn't too disappointed. A tiny girl with big natural tits who had been working on Red Street for at least two years must have a pussy the size of the Channel Tunnel.

Another set of girls went on stage to dance and one, hiding shyly at the back, was an absolute doll. I summoned the same waitress to me and indicated the girl I wanted to buy a drink for but for the second time she delivered bad news.

'She cherry girl' she said.

You are welcome to buy cherry girls a drink but I think it's a form of torture if you know it can't go anywhere. It's like that famous line from game shows, 'here's what you could have won'. Out of curiosity Macca asked how much it would cost to barfine this girl and the answer would surely deter even the most randy of Koreans, 200,000 pesos.

I'd been blown out twice in Atlantis but it would be third time lucky.

I got chatting with a 24 year old girl with a very pretty face and wavy hair. Her features looked more westernised than Filipino and she had an exotic Maya Jama look about her, the UK model / TV presenter. I complimented her on her hair and she told me that she spends 200 pesos to get it done upstairs each night and makeup is 100 pesos, a worthy investment I thought. It was past midnight so I decided she'd be my girl. The barfine here is 5000 short-time or 6000 long-time.

She was great company in the room. I know some guys think it's a waste of time getting to know a girl, but I love hearing their stories. She had a big scratch on her shoulder and another on her leg, which she told me she'd got by being caught in the middle of the usual scrum that ensues when customers do those (small dick energy) 20 peso rain showers.

The sex was spectacular. As we were kissing I asked her 'what makes you malibog (horny)?' She giggled and said 'secret' (which I initially misheard and thought she said 'cigarette' I fucked her slowly in mish and then in one movement rolled her on top of me to ride me. 'I'm malibog now!' she laughed as she rode me like her life depended on it.

The sex was without a condom and after I came inside her, she jumped off shocked and ran to the bathroom laughing, to clean herself with the hose. I assumed the convention is that if you fuck a girl without a condom, she'll pre-warn you not to cum inside her if that's what she wants? Plus it's not like it wasn't obvious I was climaxing, I must have writhed and groaned for five seconds before I shot my load!

Three days in and Angeles is delivering some great girls.

[A Traveler]

After my usual breakfast at Kokomoz I had a few interesting conversations. Firstly I chatted with a softly spoken Irish guy who is en route home from a trip to Australia and has dropped in to Angeles without his wife's knowledge. He isn't in to the bars, he says, but enjoys playing daily poker matches. When he vacated his seat it was taken by Viv from Hong Kong, who told me about some the pretty girls he has met during the daytime after getting their numbers from outside the bars..

Don't listen to the armchair critics Sir. Your reports are detailed and interesting. You are on the ground and having fun.

Regarding the cute girls outside the massage shop on Walking / Red St, I can vouch for them. They hand out cards to passersby and I saw a cute one so grabbed it. Later I summoned her to my condo and she was great. 23, big boobs and bubbly personality. She gave an oil massage, with me naked on my bed. After I asked her for extras and she enthusiastically got naked for boom boom. I was so pleased I summoned her again.

[Jarango]

Skulking through the back streets an old rose-selling flame I previously reported on called out my name and summaries of the romps we had in mating seasons of yesteryear. I asked her why she was not selling her roses yesterday. Family duty in the form of accompanying one of her other daughters to hospital had prioritized. As she was, as ever, hungry, I bought her and another of her daughters some street food and then off to Sunlight for a 3 some. As mother looks far too old and haggard, I pumped her daughter and gave them a further 1200 PHP between them. Extravagant I know but they have their overheads.

Though mama looks a wreck to me, I am sure we look wrecks to them. The grandpapa fetish is an illusion. There are far too many similarities to micturating in the urinals of long ago. That dank, stale, slightly acidic smell like you get from eating kidneys. At least with micturating, you know when you have to go. Here, the hags of Christmas and Valentine Day past just randomly pop up and expect to be fed for opening their piss flaps. A strange world we live in.

[Jarango]

Picked up a loser waiting for her no show date in Teodora Street, 700 PHP short time with a 100 PHP food stop over to give her some energy. She was mid 30's but with all the basics (face, mouth, boobs, pussy, ass). Sex was 6000 PHP worth by ISG metrics but mine was marinated, knew her function in life. A graduate, obviously but aren't all the bottom feeders? Not the best looker but then I rented her to fuck her, not to put her in a glass cage.

As always, the scene is boring here. Empty bars, too many cigarettes.

Lots of pretty free lancers and snubby nosed bar girls about. How do they get on when they return to Samar with pussies as wide as the ocean? Do they get jobs cracking coconuts?

Today's date also did some cleaning and half hearted massage. I might go to the blind massage next but thy don't do extras.

[Sir Lancelot]

After my usual breakfast at Kokomoz I had a few interesting conversations. Firstly I chatted with a softly spoken Irish guy who is en route home from a trip to Australia and has dropped in to Angeles without his wife's knowledge. He isn't in to the bars, he says, but enjoys playing daily poker matches. When he vacated his seat it was taken by Viv from Hong Kong, who told me about some the pretty girls he has met during the daytime after getting their numbers from outside the bars.

He also told me something that is concerning. You might remember in my diary a year ago my friend's phone was snatched on the corner of Narciso Street and Fields Avenue? Apparently Viv had his phone stolen by knifepoint a year earlier, just a block away by two guys who rode up to him on a scooter. Be careful with your phones, guys.

Speaking of concerning, I met Macca at Western Point Sports Bar in the afternoon to resume our annual pool rivalry and he beat me 3-1. I'll have nightmares thinking about that miss to the middle pocket in the final frame.

Night-time came around quickly and we met at Cosplay at 8 pm. It was Macca's choice as he'd just come from Japan and had developed a taste for school uniforms and knee-socks. There were 15 girls, mainly 6/10's but they weren't in cosplay outfits and mainly just stood looking bored.

We each chose a bar to go to next, but it didn't go to plan.

Macca chose the newly reopened Crystal Palace, a nostalgic choice as we had some great times in there in the past, but when we entered three girls were doing a dance number and we couldn't see any more girls sitting around. We left but vowed to return another time. My choice of bar was equally unsuccessful. QBar delivered us some great girls last year but is closed on Monday night.

We went to Carousel and there were five skinny girls in matching tartan skirts on the revolving stage. At one point they were joined by a girl with a stellar figure in a skimpy bikini, but she quickly got called down by a middle-aged western guy trying to look younger with his cap on back-to-front.

So far we'd been to three bars and in stark contrast to last night they felt dead. Perhaps it's a Monday thing.

We bumped in to Viv, the guy from Hong Kong I met at Kokomoz, and went to Viking. This bar is always busy and there were 30 girls crowded on to the stage. There were some cute girls but none of the hotties I saw last night, probably being nailed by some lucky fellas. The sexiest thing about the bar tonight was the English guy sat opposite receiving a lap-dance from a blonde Filipina he'd barfined earlier.

Next on our bar-crawl was Whisky, formerly Sensations. 15 girls were trying to follow dances on the flatscreen TVs, including one that was small and cute, definite barfine material. I went in front of the stage to join them for their dance rehearsal.

The three hottest girls were sat on the sidelines, wearing matching skimpy pink outfits with knee-high white boots. Speaking of fashion, Viv was looking dapper wearing a black fedora, but my suggestion that he could be Macca's stylist didn't go down well with the latter.

As we walked back up the road, Macca spotted a cute girl outside a small massage shop. With little hesitation he went inside with her, so we were a man down.

We went to XS and got stools right next to the stage for the 10 pm dance show. This is the place to sit as the girls are doing splits within touching distance. It was a completely different show to last night. One dance group did a formula 1 routine with chequered flags, while the Makati Ledge Dancers were all young and pretty and did a highly energetic and suggestive routine that I must admit gave me a semi. One of them in particular was sublime.

At one point a group were dancing in black gothic outfits, and the girl in front of me kicked her leg in the air with such force a cross from her belt came off, spun in the air and landed on my lap. I'm not religious but I couldn't help wondering if it was a sign.

My phone pinged and it was Macca to say he was at Cafe La Meilleure, a bar right next to the Red Street sign. As I was heading there, I passed Dollhouse. It is currently closed for refurb but one of my contacts, a former black tape dancer at Avalon, informed me she's starting work there on Friday. I popped my head in to the door and there was still a lot of scaffolding up but it looked near completion. Disappointingly though they've gone with the traditional rectangular shaped stage instead of the circular stage we all know and love.

Macca was sitting at a stool right at the front of Cafe La Meilleure and I was eager to hear about his mucky massage. The girl offered a hand job for 1000, a blowjob for 2000 (uncovered if clean) and full sex for 3000. He opted for the blowjob option. But then two other girls came in to the curtained cubicle and tried to upsell a two or three girl option. Macca said he found it hard to relax with three girls in the confined space, his valuables in a tray under the bed.

The stools at the front of Cafe La Meilleure are a great place to watch freelancers walk past. They often seem to be in pairs, either trawling along the street for business or entering Mega or Hammer. There are some very pretty girls indeed.

By now it was past 11 pm and time to find my girl for the night.

Lone Wolf Mode activated, I decided to walk down Red Street to see if I could bag myself a cute freelancer. Almost immediately I saw two pretty girls I'd seen walk past just a few minutes earlier. They were both head-turners, young and fresh-faced, and every guy was gawping at them as they walked past. One in particular was beautiful, prettier than any girl I'd seen in a gogo bar tonight. She was small and skinny with a very distinctive face, and was wearing a tight black top and tracksuit bottoms. She was popular too. A western man accosted them, then after they walked away dismissively an Indian man tried his luck. They continued walking so I decided to dive in.

'Hi, where you go?' I asked.

'We look for business' the prettier of the two said.

After establishing their names and smooth-talking them with a few well-deserved compliments, I enquire how much it would cost. The older of the two explained they came as a package and asked me to name a price, a shrewd tactic on their behalf. They were both pretty enough to walk away from any insulting offers and I figured the two guys they'd brushed off so quickly had gone in optimistically low. Although I've procured the services of young freelancers for 1500, these were elite level by comparison.

'4000 for both' I said.

'5000' they countered.

'4000 plus tip if you make me smile' I said and with that the deal was done.

As I walked them back to the Red Street sign, one of the men they rejected earlier, a scary looking man who was acting drunk, tried to block their path, making them scurry away screaming (albeit with big smiles on their faces). He was probably incandescent with rage that two young girls would possibly reject his 2000 offer. Probably a member of ISG.

Macca looked shocked when I returned with the girls and whispered in my ear 'be careful, they look about 12'.

He was exaggerating but it spooked me. They were both young but I hadn't considered for a moment they might be underage, and with freelancers you have to be extra vigilant.

Often there is no-one on the front desk at Penthouse late at night but on this occasion I was grateful that there was a woman checking IDs. I sighed with relief when they were waved through.

They were both 19 and told me tonight was their first night on Walking Street to help pay for their studies.

Now this is where if I just left it at that, several of you would be quick to pounce, telling me how naive I am to trust what p4 p girls say (yawn). But I took their information with a pinch of salt as the prettier of the two, Kim, revealed she'd had a nose job a few months earlier, hardly the behaviour of your average Filipina high-school student. She also told me she has won pageants, so I made her show off her catwalk skills with a book balanced on her head.

What followed wasn't a threesome of course, but it was an amazing experience.

I lay naked between their perfect bodies as Kim gave me an inexperienced blowjob, surfacing for air every few moments to ask me Harry Potter related questions as I'm from England as it's her favourite movie.

'Have you met Hermione?

I shook my head and sucked Alicia's shapely tits as Kim resumed her work.

'How about Ron Weasley?

The sex was great, fucking both girls in multiple positions. Kim was skinny with tiny tits and erect nipples, and looked a picture riding me before demanding doggy. She had a tiny bum and demanded I give her a good pounding. Alicia was a nice looking girl too and groaned softly as I fucked her in mish, then I buried my face in to her tits when she took her turn on top. They'd insisted on a condom (which I'd have used anyway with freelancers) but didn't make me change it as I alternated between girls.

'Next time no condom' Alicia said as she got changed. That's not a line you hear very often from 19 year old girls back home.

They didn't do a great deal to dispel the myth that students are always on the take. Everything free that wasn't bolted down, they wanted to take. Shampoo, toiletries, toothpaste, half-eaten bag of crisps. I'm glad they didn't notice I had a mini-bar.

[Old And Ugly]

Wait, what exactly are you suggesting? That 19 yo students in Surigao are not being truthful when they say they prefer me, a distinguished elderly gent, over young Siargao surfer dudes?

I think you'll find that I've aged like fine wine and it's clear why I'm the preferred option.

I think the smart ones are being truthful about preferring age over looks, they are looking for cash, not beauty.

Recently I had the honor of spending some time with the younger good looking crowd, paying for the services never crossed their minds, also when inviting a girl to dinner they expect to pay half / half or if the girl offers to pay the bill they will accept it, draw the conclusions.

[Old And Ugly]

I agree. You are a Westerner, what do you think the girl will say? Oh, I hate Westerners, they are so cheap and fat. I am only with you because I couldn't get a Korean client. As you indicated, when they are with a Korean client, it will be a completely different story. What is the truth? No one really knows but Westerners like to believe that they are telling the truth to them and lying to the Koreans. It could be true but it could equally be the opposite.

Take a look around and you will see that most K coming to AC are on the fat side, most of them cheap towards the girls, extremely uneducated, probably with stinky breath, because they all indulge in kimchi, garlic, and without exception they are all heavy smokers. I don't know if they stink or not because I'm not into smelling other men, but the ones the girls dream off are only in the K-pop videoclips and in the movies. The few that used to throw wads of 20's around a few years back to impress their comrades, not the girls perpetuated the fake image imprinted by now in the minuscule brains of the BGs that they are all rich. Lots of quality educated people in Korea, but the ones visiting AC are not.

I would say that the latest crowds of foreigners visiting PH are young and in shape, ugly relics myself included are becoming a rare sight.

[Goferring]

"She was perfection naked as we chatted on the bed. She'd only had two boyfriends before and no westerners.

I wouldn't take everything a girl say as true. I wouldn't say it like that. It is more accurate to say this "She said she'd only had two boyfriends before and no westerners". That would be a true statement. Whether the assertions are true or not, now that is another story.

Lying is an Olympic sport in the Philippines. They simply cannot tell the truth. Ever.

It doesn't matter if it's a white lie to protect the listener (you're so handsome) or it's a monumental one to protect the speaker (no, I don't have kids) or, my favourite, when they simply won't provide important or pertinent information (sorry, I forgot that I've got a dick).

Take anything they say as a rough indication of reality but nothing more.

In the end, who cares? We are paying them to be nice to us, right?

Enjoy. G.

[Goferring]

Dude, the girls tell you whatever they think you want to hear....

Wait, what exactly are you suggesting? That 19 yo students in Surigao are not being truthful when they say they prefer me, a distinguished elderly gent, over young Siargao surfer dudes?

I think you'll find that I've aged like fine wine and it's clear why I'm the preferred option.

[MoonShot]

And the next night she told her Korean customer how she was told to avoid Westerners at all costs. Dude, the girls tell you whatever they think you want to hear. Anyone can walk into a bar and see the response of the girls when a group of Koreans walk in. They are definitely not unwelcome.

I agree. You are a Westerner, what do you think the girl will say? Oh, I hate Westerners, they are so cheap and fat. I am only with you because I couldn't get a Korean client. As you indicated, when they are with a Korean client, it will be a completely different story. What is the truth? No one really knows but Westerners like to believe that they are telling the truth to them and lying to the Koreans. It could be true but it could equally be the opposite.

[Expat American]

She told me she gets just 2700 pesos from the barfine and sleeps at the 'staff house', sharing a bed with seven other girls who work at the bar. She's close with a few other girls who have both given her the same piece of advice: 'no Koreans'. When I asked why she said 'they angry' and one had slapped her friend. She said they act 'almighty' like they are the king and the girl their obedient slave. Most surprisingly, she told me that girls in the bar hate that Koreans ask for discount on bar-fines and even lady-drinks.

And the next night she told her Korean customer how she was told to avoid Westerners at all costs. Dude, the girls tell you whatever they think you want to hear. Anyone can walk into a bar and see the response of the girls when a group of Koreans walk in. They are definitely not unwelcome.

[MoonShot]

I met Macca at his hotel La Vie and we took a taxi to Angeles. We booked it two days earlier from Aussie Slouch Hotel for 3900 and our driver was excellent. Not only did he arrive 10 minutes early to pick us up but he knew all the shortcuts and got us to our hotels in just an hour and 15 minutes, at least half an hour quicker than our driver last year.

I'm staying at my regular hotel, Penthouse, picked purely for its proximity to Red Street (from the front steps of the hotel it's just 50 meters to Kokomoz). My room is on the 6th floor and after unpacking I couldn't resist catching up on a few hours of sleep. The pillows at Penthouse are outrageously comfy and you get four of them for good measure..

"She was perfection naked as we chatted on the bed. She'd only had two boyfriends before and no westerners.

I wouldn't take everything a girl say as true. I wouldn't say it like that. It is more accurate to say this "She said she'd only had two boyfriends before and no westerners". That would be a true statement. Whether the assertions are true or not, now that is another story.

[Jarango]

The Brass Monkey is for sale at 16 mPHP. It could work if you cleaned out the old fossils playing pool and got some non Sump waitresses. It would make a good free lance joint like Beirgarten, with juke box. The hotel could work as a short time add on, though there seems to be a scene with that regarding the room just behind reception. The Pinoys lack something in the service dept. Most would never be hired in a western bar.

Today Sunday was slow. No doubt all the hookers were at church or studying for their medical exams.

Ran into one of those Mumbai 5/6 gangsters. 100 years they have been shaking down the locals. This is a hard place for outsiders to make coin.

[Sir Lancelot]

I met Macca at his hotel La Vie and we took a taxi to Angeles. We booked it two days earlier from Aussie Slouch Hotel for 3900 and our driver was excellent. Not only did he arrive 10 minutes early to pick us up but he knew all the shortcuts and got us to our hotels in just an hour and 15 minutes, at least half an hour quicker than our driver last year.

I'm staying at my regular hotel, Penthouse, picked purely for its proximity to Red Street (from the front steps of the hotel it's just 50 meters to Kokomoz). My room is on the 6th floor and after unpacking I couldn't resist catching up on a few hours of sleep. The pillows at Penthouse are outrageously comfy and you get four of them for good measure.

One downside of the hotel is one of the lifts is out-of-service and the remaining lift is painstakingly slow. It can easily take five minutes waiting for it and when you do, it's often filled with other people. A middle-aged guy stood in awkward silence with a Filipino girl staring at her shoes, an eccentric Aussie told me about his dead cat.

I met Macca at 7 pm at Kokomoz for dinner. I had a tasty chicken in white wine sauce as we watched freelancers walk past. A little blonde caught me looking and gave me a coy smile. It was good to be back in Angeles.

There was only one bar to start at, our favourite for each of the past three trips, Viking. Everything is great about this bar. You walk through ship's rigging to enter and get a scream from the girls when you walk through the curtains. They are standing on a pirate ship in the middle of the bar and there were 30 girls crammed shoulder to shoulder. Promisingly, at least five were barfine material. A girl in a red top with denim shorts had a radiant smile and a pretty girl called Ella had big luscious lips. The barfine here is 5500.

Macca wanted to check whether Western Fields Sports Bar at the bottom of Red Street was televising a big match from back home later. This end is the street was quiet last year but has definitely woken up. Three young girls shouted 'massage sir?' outside one small shop and eager hello girls lined up outside Baccara, Acadia and Dragon.

Macca decided to stop for food so we arranged to meet again in half an hour. I decided to try one of my favourite bars from yesteryear, Atlantis. Five girls were performing a dance when I took my stool and I was immediately latched on to by two average girls, who fired all of the usual questions at me. A waitress appeared and asked if I'd like to buy the girls drinks. I ignored her and then five minutes later the supervisor appeared, a unique looking girl with short hair, who after firing the same questions to me I'd answered just minutes earlier, gestured towards the girls and said 'drink for ladies?

This bar is steadily getting busier year on year and there must have been about 50 girls, including an outstanding hello girl sat outside, but they've got to ease back on the ladydrink pressure.

I wish bars here would just stick to their old names. Carousel became Centauro then Carousel again, Cambodia became Baccara, Typhoon became Monsoon, Sensations is now Whiskey and one of my favourite bars Genesis has changed to Acadia.

It was in one of those bars that I barfined an absolute gem of a girl. I saw her on stage when I walked and knew immediately she was my girl. She was short and cute and flashed me a big metallic smile when I looked at her. I called her down for a drink.

In this diary I change the names of girls I barfine, as some fuckwits like to try to find girls mentioned and tell them they've been written about on a sex forum. It's happened to me twice now, once on this forum and a few years ago on the awful Pattaya thread. So I'll call this girl Candy. She was 22 years old and a funny, affectionate girl. She was slim but had nice fuller tits in the pushup bra she was wearing. She spoke immaculate English as she previously worked in a call centre, and she's now studying to be a doctor. I couldn't resist paying her 6000 barfine and she went off to get changed, reappearing several minutes later wearing frayed denim shorts and a cute white cardigan.

She's only been working at the bar for four nights so I took her to see the dance show at XS. The show started with the black tape models, followed by several energetic dance routines and culminated in a pole routine. 'This is so good!' she said, hugging my arm excitedly, like I'd taken her to see a hit West End show.

There must have been over 100 girls and needless to say, some were very attractive indeed.

Macca signs his drink chits with random names, so the tiller will be amazed to see Mickey Mouse, Adolf Hitler and Manny Pacquiao were all in attendance tonight. Amusingly when me and Candy stood up to leave, she said 'goodbye Micky Mouse' to him.

She was perfection naked as we chatted on the bed. She'd only had two boyfriends before and no westerners, so was fascinated by my dick, which was now standing to attention. 'Oh my god!' she said as she stroked it before leaning down and giving me a nice blowjob. It's a great sight seeing a cute girl with braces sucking your dick.

I pulled her on top of me and she rubbed her pussy on my dick. 'I'm nervous, never had big dick before' she said. I told her I had some lube but she shook her head and said 'wet already', before guiding me in to her. She was extraordinarily tight and softly groaned as she wiggled her hips to take me in to her. 'It's like sex toy!' she joked (I'll point out once again that I'm average by western standards). The sex that followed was magical, exactly what I come halfway around the world to experience.

We had a long chat afterwards, which was interesting.

She told me she gets just 2700 pesos from the barfine and sleeps at the 'staff house', sharing a bed with seven other girls who work at the bar. She's close with a few other girls who have both given her the same piece of advice: 'no Koreans'. When I asked why she said 'they angry' and one had slapped her friend. She said they act 'almighty' like they are the king and the girl their obedient slave. Most surprisingly, she told me that girls in the bar hate that Koreans ask for discount on bar-fines and even lady-drinks.

One of the recurring pieces of false news you read on this forum is that Angeles is Korean-only and westerners don't stand a chance with pretty girls (to be fair, mainly perpetuated by one person). Stories like this show what utter nonsense that is.

I personally think the Korean invasion here has been a good thing in some regards, as often the best bars are Korean run, but it seems some of the Korean visitors (not all I hasten to add) show the girls a lack of respect. I've got a theory about it actually. I've been to South Korea and it's a great country with friendly people. But the dating world is very old-fashioned, prim and proper, where a guy might have to take a girl on 10 dates before he gets so much as a peck on the cheek. I think a lot of these guys are just so sexually frustrated they want to let off steam, and it's no coincidence that the Filipino girls they pick are often those who look as Korean as possible (pale skin, pointy noses etc).

Candy said she had to leave at 6 am but as I didn't want to be woken up at 5 am I let her leave at 2 am. She gave me her WhatsApp number so we can arrange a daytime meet.

A great girl to start my time in Angeles.

[TomGrand]

Pulse Clinic was recommended to me by a WG from Bada Bing / Radio City in PatPong. She is smart as she uses PREP all the time. In Thailand (like in Europe) everyone can get PREP. You just need a consultation first (HIV test, and questions / test regarding kidney) and then you get the 4 (or so) month PREP. Just in Thailand it is much cheaper than France. Forgot about the cost of the consultation. Maybe EUR 10 incl. Rapid HIV test. Each 30 PREP were EUR 33 and each 10 PEP were EUR 8. It took 30 minutes and I had 6 x30 PREP and 80 PEP.

The negative tests and medical consultation are what you need in the US as well. Everyone can get it.

I got the tests, consultation, and Descovy and paid nothing for any of it. It was completely free.