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Medellin. Laureles at midnight
My first Medellin report. Landed quite late and got to my place in Laureles. Thought I should go and see what's around, there's a cool, busy street full of mostly locals just off Carrera 69 (upwards from Unicentro) which was fun to walk up and down. Not a lot of action as it was Sunday night, but came across a vennie SW who wanted 70 K (and thought hotel would be 40-50 K). I took her to mine even though I shouldn't really have (rules are no guests after 8 pm, but they don't have security). Left most of my money hidden and only a few bills on me so wasn't too unsafe feeling. I wanted mamada sin condon (she said yes but wasn't happy with it, although I showed her my tests haha) and also to take some videos. At my place she wanted the money first but I gave her 50 K, then started really badly blowing me. Hah. We fucked and she told me to turn the video off. Since I'm a little used to occasional vennie SW dodginess, her reneging on this wasn't a huge surprise. 6/10 would do it again because its still pretty fun. Haha.
P.S.: word of caution for late night walks & using ATMs. When I went to pick up cash from a bank, there was another dude in there and I got some bad vibes and took my time picking up, I saw him in his car outside doing something. So I crossed the motorway so he couldn't follow me, and tracked his car leave with my eyes. Dude turned the car around but I was in a darker part so it was fine. He could have just been driving but I knew it was late and I was taking a risk.
Today, going to finish some work then heading out to Parque Lleras and possibly Veracruz to. Cruise. Around.
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Almost fucked myself to death, not joking
I intended to taper my sexual activity my last day, but Medellin had other plans in mind for me. Catgirl spent the night and stayed over until the next afternoon. She and I are solid and we are each others' Numero Unos, in an open relationship, coming up on three years.
Instead of spending my last night sleeping and packing, I had discovered a puta hotel within walking distance of me. That is a hotel mostly occupied by putas who usually will not do in-calls, but my latest and greatest Ground Zero diamond-in-the rough flipped on me and was inviting me to her room for our last few sessions. Then this hot little 18 yo across the hall decided to join out party. Four other chicas after Catgirl and in between before I passed out in the puta hotel.
I had to rush to the airport the next morning, thank Gawd for the help of my wingman. I got my Covid testing done at the airport with very little time to spare. Pearl: word on the street is that they never give out positive test results at the airport, open 24/7. Also, if you wait for a hard copy of your result, instead of a text message or a Whassap, you get it faster. I got my printed result in 40 minutes, and the results did not show up in my phone until 1 hour 15 min.
Anywho, the flight home was fine until after I landed in Miami. My connecting flight got delayed six times. By the time Landed in JAX, I had gone into urosepsis from flaring up my right testicle sexuales insultio, or sexual injury again. First I went into urinary retention (couldn't pee), then bilateral kidney pain and fever, then urosepsis. All over a period of just several hours. Next stop septic shock and death. Fortunately I ended up in my at my sister's house and collapsed into bed after she helped me up the stairs. She was ready to call an ambulance based on how I looked and I wasn't thinking clearly.
I hate doctors, and I hate hospitals even more. The few times I have been to a hospital in my life I was unconscious from trauma so I didn't have a say. But I have never been to a hospital for medical reasons, and I would just about rather die first.
I begged my my sister to let me try some Cipro antibiotic I had traveled with, and told her she could call the ambulance the next day if I did not quickly improve. Truly a miracle drug, after two doses I was a new man, weak but obviously greatly improved.
I am scheduled to catch a bus back to my home state tomorrow. My right nut is still twice normal size, but I can pee again. I have enough Cipro to make it home.
I have said many time before, my epitaph on my tombstone will read, "If I Die Tomorrow, I Die a Happy Man." They could've added, "he Fucked Himself to Death." Jjajajajajajajajaja. Ostee Out, and Keep on Keepin' On.
P.S. I moved all my fotos to the Cloud for my pass thru immigration, but there were no issues.