Managua

[b]"ass"-et protection: be the player or playee, you decide! [/b]

fortunes are made; lives are changed; dreams are crushed; and careers are destroyed due to this area of "ass"-et protection!

ooh that p*ssy feels so good; she soaks up my cum like a sponge; and it's all mine, or so you thought. but you forgot you're messin' with a "pro. " or even worse, a dumb ass. or more likely a "good girl" with aspirations, a good family, and a successful career for which you desire to participate. examples are made of you; laughs are derived from you, and the lifetime expense is totally yours as well.

(jackson: can we have a "mongers ball" or competition where mongers from every hemisphere compete for accolades and other signs of truth? reason being, the above two (2) paragraphs! )

reared with my future at the forefront of my mind never did i nor will i place the "burden" or "responsibility" upon my female counterpart to "handle" contraception solo (alone! ) never will i place myself nor my offspring in the temporary thought process of any female "servicing" an ejaculation! nor should you! hence, protect your "ass"-ets.

[b[caution: [/b] know your role, your place, your strengths, and your faults when females are involved. if you're the king with "poor-white-trash; " "hood rats; " or offshore than pursue your area of proven strength and expertise. never comingle or attempt to extrapolate your strength in one area upon another, unless you have "ass"-et protection. (i talk this sh*t as if i'm an expert, but i'm not: i buy ass just like you and always ponder this activity hours afterwards. differentiating you and i is the reality that i'm protecting my "ass"-ets and am pro-actively managing this activity in my community of dominance.)

for as little as us $3 throughout all latin american countries one can prevent the "surprise" or gift of pregnancy with one 30-second activity! most of you old gringos only last 2-minutes so what's 30-seconds of foreplay beforehand? nada (nothing.) exactly!

how it's done: (1) assuming you have a regular, more than one-month piece of p*ssy, is mandatory. if not, i'll see you on maury or complaining about child support payments at the bar or on the forumn. blame the next guy syndrome with a new pair of nike "carl lewis" shoes will be in effect. second (2, ) know / ask your p*ssy's menstration cycle. aint no chivalry when prostitution nor the sensual violent activity of "knee-deep in p*ssy" is concerned. revert: be the player or playee. tercero (3, ) take control of the p*ssy! why? 'cause you have the d*ck! and you're paying-to-play (p4p.) regardless, you're the responsible party and your job as the "man" is to protect her; guide her future; and support her today, not the unknown future. besides, you may get tired of p*ssy and she doesn't need another. another. another relationship gone astray! (can i get some free p*ssy for this strategy? )

at this point she's thankful, attracted, and gleeful for your concern! and considering she probably has 1 to 6 children allready it's cool. for those that want to use religion as a crutch (catholicism anti-contraceptive doctrine) you must ask yourself is the pope gonna' pay for the child? is the pope gonna' rear the child? in fact, he has so many servants and such a big enterprise to manage that all connections to reality are lost.

so there you are at the neighborhood farmacia looking at the contraceptive injections. don't waste your time with condoms, birth control pills, sponges, or any other form of contraceptive beside the injections. why? the injections are disbursed onc (1) time per month and take approximately 30-seconds to administer.

"cyclonor" cost us $3. 50; "protegin" cost us $4. 50; "mesigyna" costs us $6; and novular cost us $5 for a month supply! compare this expense to condoms, [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord131][CodeWord131][/url], formula (baby food, ) college tuition, and the ills discussed in the first two paragrahs makes the cost cheap. syringes are us $0. 50.

so you bought the contraceptive shot and returned home. knowing her menstration cycle, on day number 8 (#8) after her first (#1) day of menstration (the day she began her period) apply the contraceptive. pull her panties down as you should be accustomed. rub the alcohol upon her hip to clense the area of contact. insert the syringe into the contraceptive bottle which holds the medicine. slowly draw the appropriate amount of medicine into the syringe. insert the needle into the clensed area of her hip. release the medicine slowly into her carne (meat.) withdraw the syringe. smile at her and receive her smile! don't be played with the nonsense of having a doctor inject the medicine. don't get played with her "purchasing" and "administering" the medicine. don't get played with any other story concerning contraception, sterility, and all that jazz. take control and handle the entire process yourself!

throughout the hemisphere i am known by my associates and female admirers as providing free contraception to my sex-employees, girlfriends, and the sort. hence, meat loaf is not operating recklessly in the "ass"-et area. my friends ask me how this contraceptive process is performed. i tell them just as i told you. and they do nothing for the simple fact of embarassment, fear, and uncomfortability just as most of you will not heed my advice. i can only lead your pecker to the mouth of the vagina, but cannot make it enter. instead, you'll be claimed as another victim of a "vicious" woman through the 80-year payment plan: parenthood. for those "saps" (sorry ass people) we will not discuss, but will assume every reader will protect their "ass"-ets.

good job! you've protected your "ass"-ets for 30-days (1-month.) now, f*ck that p*ssy like a champ all day, everyday, and all month until day number 8 after the first day of her next menstration.

[b]meat loaf[/b]

Hey, just a quick question. Usually when in C. R. Most American mongers wear walking shorts to keep cool. In MGA, will wearing shorts be okay or will it send a message that I'm an American tourist. I guess what I'm asking is do the good citizens of Managua wear shorts in the heat of the summer?

The CHOP took a long weekend recon to Managua. Got in Sat (4/5) around 13:00 and left on Monday in the AM. Got a real good price for the AIR

Hit the Phoenix around 15:00. Its your typical cat house. One or two good looking ladies and the rest left a little to be desired.

Started bar hoping at 19:00 but was told things didn’t heat up until after 22:00

Hit Alidin’s Casino and did pretty well at the tables. Walked down the street to Brookers (not sure of name). There appeared to be a second disc on the second floor of the same building. This is where things got very interesting. My lack of Spanish hurt, but was still able to get some conversations going. There is no doubt in my mind that free pussy was available. Lots of good looking young stuff. Headed to the second floor around 03:30 and ran into an older crowd. Older smarter women are fun, but not free. I don’t think I could have gotten anything back to the hotel

My first three drinks on the second floor were on Gratis. Have no idea why.


Will return and spend more time and rent a car

P CHOP

[QUOTE=Julio Frippo]Hey, just a quick question. Usually when in C. R. Most American mongers wear walking shorts to keep cool. In MGA, will wearing shorts be okay or will it send a message that I'm an American tourist. I guess what I'm asking is do the good citizens of Managua wear shorts in the heat of the summer?[/QUOTE]Excellent Question!

No, everyone wears pants every single day of the week regardless of weather!

If you wear shorts, as I do everyday, you will stand out in the crowd. Don't make it worse by wearing hiking sandals either.

I refuse to wear pants and even conduct my business affairs in shorts and sandals. Hell, I'm a Gringo. To me pants are for the climate not fashion and reared up north I know about the cold weather 9-months per year.

Advise: They know you are an extranjero (foreigner) so be comfortable. But don't look like a backpacker or CR hippie 'cause that aint cool (tuani.)

I aint the one to get plaid like a "pooh-butt" (sh*t head or fool! ) For further clarification please read the post regarding "Ass"-ett management.

Last year 2007 I embarqed upon my quest of hiring three (3) full-time sex-employees. Through diligent advertising I gained my first one. (When mongering with my local amigos we would let it known that I was looking for a full-time sex-employee and the girls would jump at the opportunity.)

So I hired this 25 year old, big ass, curly haired d*ck sucking fanatic! Since she had 2 kids allready I gave her the work hours of 10 am until 6 pm With weekends as needed. Her duties: "Meat Loaf. "

At first everything was cool, but like all Chicas Nicas or "hookers" in general, they get greedy. Keeping a pile of money upon me gave her confidence. Always eating out at restaurants further verified my financial position. Beach vacations, shopping sprees, nightclubs, and other social events she benefited. As previously mentioned it was cool.

She would arrive at my house at 9 a. M. And I would f*ck her. She would buy lunch (11:30 a. M.) and afterwards I would f*ck her. She would prepared to go home (5 p. M.) and I would f*ck her. This weekday routine lasted for a few months. With all of this sex, Meat Loaf was prepared.

As outlined in my "Ass"-et protection post, I gave her contraceptive shots monthly to protect my ass! She was a little chubby when I met her on her first day at the brothel and offered her employment. But as outlined previously, I inject the shot.

Like all greedy people they attempt to exploit costing them the foundation for which they were building. This implosion (possible mispelled) happened when she tried to "run game" upon me claiming she was pregnant. My response: Blame it on your husband of whom you live with and rear your two children. She retorted, "I need US $300 for an abortion. " I aint the one: I knew better 'cause of the contraceptive shot! I replied no and she left never to return or contact me again.

So I hear this broad is running around the "hoe stroll" flapping her gums about being my ex-employee, my residence, and being her child's father. Of course, I knew better and had confidence in the Loaf. For Meat Loaf doesn't procreate recklessly nor will he start! Looking to confront this "hooker" I appear at the "hoe spot: " Quiet, shunned, and looking stupid the b*tch had nothing to say so I said to keep my name out of her mouth. Beside, her dates are all wrong and I wasn't even inside of the country at her time of conception. Plus, the b*tch was a little chubby when I met her. She took the shot for a few months at her own risk. And it was the real deal 'cause I administered it!

In summary: I don't know why these Chicas Nicas love to keep my name in their mouth. For what? Who am I? I aint special, but they love to have Meat Loaf as a topic of conversation and aquaintanceship. This holds true for a few of my other foriegn buddies as well. Nicaragua: Be prepared for a world of gossip. Men gossip just as much as females do and they all make Joan Rivers look mild. And they always claim somebody is pregnant and wear pregnancy as a sign of honor. In fact, no girl is fearful of becoming pregnant and will tell you she's a pregnant prostitute. This whole mentality I do not understand. Furthermore, 50% of all Chica Nicas have at least one (1) child by age 19 according to government statistics.

For those that are judgemental (possibly mispelled) with the above story I pitch the following: 40% of all USA offspring are concieved out of wedlock; most marriages are created out of pregnancy; and many a monger have volunteered to financially support females and marry them due to their cry of single motherhood or pregnancy status. Meat Loaf prevented all of the above, for which many a reader are participating in, with his "Ass"-et protection policy. Anyone can claim anything they choose, but claims are not synonimus with theory nor are they accepted as fact, except by those that engage in gossip for which many a reader are guilty.

Meat Loaf: You are not the father! Hell, I don't even know if the b*tch even has a kid 'cause these hookers lie so much and create so many "woe is me" stories they could write many a best selling novels.

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Meat Loaf,

Are the shots to prevent pregnancy 100% effective? Just wondering as I didn't even know there was such a thing. Probably because I had a successful vasectomy years ago, and of course when I'm mongering I always use a condom.

Oh drama, talk about a long night! Ready? Let's evaluate this experience.

Okay, so noticing my live-in sex-employee looked bored and understanding she wasn't happy about her life, I invited her out for the evening. Ironically she stated that she had no future, which is true when prostituting, but could through my guidance. Never did I expect for such a prophecy to realize later that evening.

For a girl that doesn't drink she sure did drink last night. Request: Whether it's News Years Eve or another occassion, if you're not a drinker please do not attempt to drink like one 'cause its "rookies" (novatos) like you that ruin everyones good time with your ignorance on how to manage the buzz.

At the semi-elegant outdoor cafe we endulged in a medio litro of Flor de Cana rum. It was during this bottle that I spontaneously outlined how sex-employees and "girlfriends" before her had behaved and why they no longer hold the position. I outlined three stories explicitly: She was told of what faults and actions caused those females demise. Intelligence isn't her strong suit verified by her actions last evening.

So I gave her the opportunity to change her actions not that evening but in the future. For our conversation was about her character and what she brings to this "Grande Opportunity" of sex-employment via Meat Loaf. At this first outdoor cafe she took the "break-up" / firing maturely and like a champ. Little did I know this was false advertising! She was told I would honor her severance package of 2-weeks salary. (How many hookers receive a severance package? )

So we go to establishment number two where everything was fine until she looked in the mirror of the ladies bathroom. I had casually informed her that her co-worker from the brothel was there as well. (This broad to whom I refer does not have a name in my memory nor did she receive my genorosity. In fact, she is a sworn enemy from her "player hatin'" actions of last year.)

I pay the bill with the cashier and we depart. From nowhere these two hookers see one another and my sex-employee explodes upon me. Two bottles of Flor de Cana rum kicked-in! Caution! Te Cuidate (Take Care! ) Drama Viene (Here Comes the Drama! )

Too many telenovelas (soap operas) and too much canal 10 (television station with tabloid news) was her reference point. Leaving the second establishment she was screaming at me. She was putting on a show about infidelity. I attempted to walk away from the broad at this point but she ran at me for more a chewing. Knowing this hooker was going to be a problem I went to the nearest publicly visible location where tons of witnesses were, sat in front of the security camera, and watched this broad perform about things that don't exist beyond her imagination. After a few long minutes and her request to retrieve her belongings from my residence I called the police for an escort. (Yes, I should have known the police would never arrive, but the USA teaches a man that females have enormous power when male-female domestic or sexual relations are involved. Cautious of the physical assault or sexual assualt claim I waited for the police in this visible location.)

Everyone, especially the employees, sympathized with my patience for this broads behaivor. The tears came flowing like Niagra Falls. The lies came out like Jim Carey's best movie. The arms swinging like a windmill were present. Meat Loaf watched and waited for the escort. As more nonsense spewed from her mouth and more Flor de Cana surfaced I took additional precautionary messures and called my attorney. Her "Gringo Envy" surfaced and anti-Nicaraguan sentiments showed its face. Not knowing how the witnessing citizenry would react, I called my attorney to inform him of my situation and the possibility of my police detention. Again, the citizenry, especially employees, were impressed at how Meat Loaf put his ducks in a row. At how Meat Loaf handled the situation with maturity, calm, and CYA (cover your ass.) (Meat Loaf handled the situation like an American male confronted by a female in the jurisdiction of the USA: Basically I'm saying that American males must protect themselves from females their malicious criminal prosecution by being the first to call the laws (police) and put the situation on record (911) For if you do not, the USA courts will prosecute a domestic violence or other charge upon the male.) She was thrown back by my response since her fellow-countrymen probably would have behaived like she with yelling and screaming and apologies and other non-productive behaivor.

What was she saying? I got the other girl pregnant. She, my sex-employee was pregnant. I'm a cocky American. I'm a big time monger. The other girl was my side piece of ass. The other girl was pregnant by me. That my sex-employee had two boys and not two girls like she told me one year ago. I'm a dumb ass. That her dad was chief of police. That her husband is at home waiting and is gonna' kick my ass. That her family is gonna' kick my ass. And other "save face" statements or justifications.

If you get dumped or fired please have some self-respect was my instruction. I did not create this anamous situation, but she chose it for self-justification as to why she is no longer my sex-employee. Remember the compensation package: Salary valued at 500% of per capita GDP; free food and toiletries; free vacations; free social events; tuition assistance; and the freedom of the position. Why she chose to listen or focus upon her former co-workers, now current co-workers, is her foolishness. I did tell her this and she looked stupid for being so stupid.

After three hours the police never arrived and her buzz wore off. During the interim I offered her a hotel room for the night in the Crown Plaza. I offered for both of us to go to the police station in search of an escort. I offered everything under the sun where I could retrieve her possessions and she could go. Finally, she accepted to wait while I retrieved her possessions.

With garbage bag in hand I returned and gave her salary, possessions, and fare for the Crown Plaza hotel room. She left by taxi looking dejected.

Never trust a big butt and a smile: That girl is poison!

Last year, a similar situation happened with a different girl after I told her I did not want to date her beyond the first date.

You guys think I'm bullshittin' with these stories but I am not? Tired from the drama how will I have the energy to venture outside in search of her replacement or do I even want to? You can lead the blind, but they must walk for themselves. I kindof feel sorry for the girl for not having the character to be honest with herself or me and causing herself continued daily existence under survivalist mentalities. But oh well, I'm not "Captain Save-a-Hoe" and she chose her fate especially after last night's three (3) performance.

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Whats up guys, I am a pre-med student from miami looking to come to managua next January. Would like to get more info as far as cost of renting a 1bd/1ba furnished apt. Nightlife in managua. I am not a native spanish speaker, but am learning at the uni. And plan on enrolling in a lang. School down in MGA. I have tried reading into the past threads as much as I can so forgive me if the answers to my questions seem redundant to you all. Most of all I need to find a volunteer opportunity in managua where I would work in a hospital ans get hands on experience. Anybody have any connections?

Thank you

[QUOTE=Julio Frippo]Meat Loaf,

Are the shots to prevent pregnancy 100% effective? Just wondering as I didn't even know there was such a thing. Probably because I had a successful vasectomy years ago, and of course when I'm mongering I always use a condom.[/QUOTE]Julio Frippo,

Yes, they've had those birth control shots administered either monthly or every three months for at least 10 years.

When mongering one should use a condom.

Lots of mongers have porn star fantasies that lead them to beg the "pro" for bareback. Or whatever other excuse they create.

Wow. That takes a lot of courage getting a vasectomy. I was bored one day and researched penile implants which is a "similar" procedure: Knife to Nutts. But for an extra 1 inch wide and long it's not worth the risk although the risk is low.

[QUOTE=Papichulo85]Whats up guys, I am a pre-med student from miami looking to come to managua next January. Would like to get more info as far as cost of renting a 1bd/1ba furnished apt. Nightlife in managua. I am not a native spanish speaker, but am learning at the uni. And plan on enrolling in a lang. School down in MGA. I have tried reading into the past threads as much as I can so forgive me if the answers to my questions seem redundant to you all. Most of all I need to find a volunteer opportunity in managua where I would work in a hospital ans get hands on experience. Anybody have any connections?

Thank you[/QUOTE]Furnished apartments do not exist.

Nightlife: Boring and lame. This is not a party town!

No Spanish = No Fun.

Volunteer? Nothing like that exists.

Virtually impossible to meet girls unless they're looking to "rip you off" via pregnancy, money, or citizenship. You will not have a girlfriend. All the guys that have girlfriends from Nica on this thread I would guarantee are much much much much older than the girl and are paying for her children, citizenship, and the sort.

Basically, it's not a place you want to come to- Nicaragua. Costa Rica is much more inviting for your interests: Volunteer work. Furnished apartments for US $350. Chicas Ticas that have more self-respect. A huge English-speaking community. Lots of job opportunities for Gringos.

I would not recommend you come here, as a friend. The only reason I'm here is 'cause of work and those a**holes won't transfer me yet. I wish I could leave this place, but am stuck. I'd much rather be somewhere else.

Just as girls submerge males with their "woe is me" stories, I found it only appropriate for me to capture some "sympathy" from the ladies with my "woe is me" story about Friday night. And it paid off!

So I'm out solicizing with my partners and talking to this one girl I've known for about 6 months. She had some sexy feet with her bright red nails and gold and diamond sandals. It made her look really sexy! So we were speaking and she mentioned that she saw me out the other night when the drama occurred. How embarrassing (possibly mispelled.) I told her the story and what I had to endure. She sympathized with me; fealt sad for the girl who imploded; and became interested in fulfilling the ex-employees role. Having developed a friendship for six months has allowed us to both learn about one another, but her romantic intentions were never manifest because she knew I had some things brewing within my home. I knew I had a great opporunity when she confessed that she caused a similar situation to only experience its dimise.

After several hours of talking, the purchase of Viagra, and a few more beers I acquired the confidence to tell her that I would like the opportunity to take her out on a date. I made this statement smoothly like the gentlemen of yester-year. Her eyes said it all with delight, chivalry, and a "hell 'ya" acceptance. She told me what time she got off of work and that she would meet me at my house.

So I go home a relax for a few hours and she arrives. We endulged in a few beers, but I came down with a headache. Living with her aunt and having self-respect for not being a sl*t (zorra, ) she asked if she could spend the night after our date. Of course was my reply.

Obviously, Meat Loaf banged her. Unfortunately my headache changed my energy and mood and I was not capable of leaving the house for our date, so we watched television. (Advice: If you have a television in your living room, don't have a DVD player there too. Have the DVD player in your bedroom so that you can use the "let's watch a movie" line, she'll agree, but it must be done in the bedroom which has the bed. Result: You'll be in the bed watching the movie together and after the previews you should be in the p*ssy.)

We start bangin' and it was fun. She's a 30-year old lady with a small frame. My hand, which is not big, encompassed her butt cheek. She's "ALL P*SSY. " I said, she was all p*ssy which means that no thigh-meat, belly, or other impediment exists preventing you from slamming all of that d*ck into her garage. She has a skinny p*ssy bone (hip bone) which allows you to slamm all of that Meat Loaf into her.

She couldn't take the d*ck. She was turning colors like the Geico mascot. She was squeeking like the Aflack mascot. She was trying to run away during doggystyle and sideways doggystyle only to be brought back in. I rocked that p*ssy like a champ delivering d*ck four (4) times within a 8-hour period. She attempted to call a "timeout, " but of course I couldn't allow that on our first time making love together.

After this sexual session I don't know if she has the stamina to be my lady. And she probably would admit that too. She said I was trying to kill her. 30-years old? She needs some more practice and training that only I can offer. I told her this is how I "get down" with 3 to 7 sessions per day. She looked in disamay. Sunday morning she left and I spoke with her later that day to ensure she did not need a wheelchair (silla de rueda.)

Summary: Meat Loaf rebounded from the nonsense of Friday realizing once again how much fun it is breaking in a new piece of a**.

P.S. I have this short, big tit 36C, small ass, long hair, pretty face 18-year old, or so I'm guessing, neighbor that likes me. Normally, I don't bang neighbors, but this may be an exception. I could have her move in and bang her 3 to 7 times per day. Today, I will go visit her and see what she's about. Typically, I put my p*ssy on ice for 1-month before I bang them so I'll start the process today. She's sexy and young and a "non-pro. " But I'm not sure if I even want a "non-pro" 'cause that's in direct-conflict with my objectives. And if I bang her how will she behave in the neighborhood? This is why I don't bang neighbors: Too close to home; Don't sh*t where you eat; Don't bring sand to the beach; and other cliches.

I'll let you know what happens with both of these chicks. It's hard work being a stud (zorro.)

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Meat Loaf writes this manual immediately after he fires his sex-employee of 2-years contemplating his successes and failures in management as he attempts to stock his home with three (3) full-time, live-in sex-employees!

For some reason some people just can't help themselves from hurting themselves! And for this fact, you the employer, must institute human resource management procedures.

Unfortunately, like you, I find myself developing human emotions for these hookers, at times, but the employer-employee relationship prevents any confusion or mistakes from happening on my behalf. This is an important foundation that must be maintained and can never be amended. For if it is allowed to waver you may find yourself getting played by her the sex worker / hooker / stripper / wh*re or any other noun you choose to use for a female that allows a customer to have sex (oral, vaginal, anal, and ejaculative) with her.

Just as you, the "professional, " must complete the hiring process for your employment so must your sex-worker! Do not deviate from this procedure! Any deviation can, may, or will lead to your demise!

[b]Sex-Employee Human Resource Procedures: [/b]

(1) Have her complete an application (solicitud) with name, dob, address, siblings, offspring, and other identifying information so you know how to track her down in the event the police become involved either through theft, violence, etcetera. You need to know who she is 'cause she is gonna' know who who you are, guaranteed! She's gonna' get greedy and attempt to fleece you.

(2) Have her submit her id (cedula.) These hookers will lie about anything because they are accustom to creating falsehoods so they may cope with their sex-worker careers. You, the employer, need to have proof on who she says she is. Just as you like to know who your buddies are at the bar, you too want to know who your hookers are!

(3) Pay these hooker the bare bone minimum they will accept. Do not pay good or high wages 'cause remember she's gonna' attempt to fleece you anyway so you increasing her salary will not be of benefit. Keep her as broke as possible. After all, if she had concern for her future she would not be a prostitute.

(4) Create an escrow account where 5% of all weekly salaried earnings are retained. This will prevent her from imploding or attempting to perform "insubbordination. "

(5) Present her the future she may pursue under your guidance. Place a few "carrots" before her that she may actively engage to lead her towards such a future. At no time should you imagine her living your dreams; but imagine her living her dreams. For if this is done, and you agree with her dreams, then you will forever be her sex-employer.

(6) Meet her family and friends so that they too will know what you're doing / providing for her and will reinforce to her the need for her to stay within your good graces.

(7) Purchase home DNA kit so you may "swab" her vagina to learn if any other person is or has had sex with her. Perform this action ramdomly. If she doesn't like the intrusion fire her. Many professional careers intrude upon their employees therefore her employment is no different!

(8) Inject her monthly with the contraceptive shot I discussed in previous posts.

(9) Have other potential sex-employees within her sights so she may realize the desired and valued position for which she holds. Have sex with at least one of these potential sex-employees with her in the room or involved so you may instill within her mind her role and the relationship you and she maintain.

(10) Remember: You're the employer and thus are the gatekeeper. This is a business relationship! Selling p*ssy is her job and purchasing p*ssy is your skill set.

The only thing worse than buying a lie is being forced either through morality or law to keep paying for the lie up to 18 years (offspring.)

This information should also be used for any female or male that you allow into your sphere (home, car, life.) Remember, you are the Gringo living overseas and therefore you have the power to choose your relationships and manage your risk in those relationships. I would recommend the above procedures for any monger who develops a fonding for a hooker.

If anyone has any additional human resource policies I would greatly appreciate learning about them, so contribute to the forumn.

Meat Loaf

For about four months I've known this hooker of non-importance. Never wanting to scr*w her I always kept her at an arms length. Unfortunately yesterday she pressured me.

Watching her attack prospects with hand jobs at the table, walking around the cantina without a shirt presenting a set of saggy titties (chichis feas, ) and damn near malesting anybody that walked into the bar. Que feo (How ugly.) After a few months of getting the standard no she finally gave-up on me being a client. I do must admit that this girl works hard for money like Donna Summer.

Yesterday, I sent out a broadcast text message to all the girls in my cellphone directory offering employment so I guess she heard about it and wanted an audition. She does know my all of my former sex-employees and has seen us around the city and country enjoying the life of Meat Loaf. One day I saw her with her "husband" and almost blew her cover, but caught myself in time.

With limit selection available I sat next to her and conversed. Having hands of smooth, soft masculinity she asked for a massage so I abliged. She loved it of course. Tired of kneeding her dough we sat on the sofa where she pulled me into her lap to stroke the tape of neck. During this exchange she asked me to f*ck her. Not wanting to f*ck anyone nor her I declined, but this girl is a hard worker and persistent. I offered to just give her a tip (propina, ) but she refused. The propina was the entire amount of the sexual fee. She refused and begged for the Meat Loaf.

Alright was my reply even though I told her I had no erection. That didn't matter. Far too many girls have this expectation of Meat Loaf and want to see it and experience it for themselves. Me being successful in life doesn't hurt either.

So we enter the room and I'm timid. Wanting to just talk she pressured me to get undressed as I saw her naked body. So I did. We started making out and then the bullsh*t started: 100 Questions! Dirty Talk, but not dirt. Instead it was an interview (entrevista) on why I liked her; why I liked the p*ssy; and why I liked her. Damn, talk about more pressure. Now I'm a salesman. If I wanted to be a saleman to the ladies I would be looking for "non-pros" to derobe. Damn. Too much talking dirty in Spanish gets old real soon. Hell, I don't talk during the act anyway 'cause I'm too busy getting my breathing right just as a track athlete breathes for optimum performance.

So the p*ssy was wetter than an ocean and she really wanted to eat this meat. Honestly, it's some pretty good p*ssy, but.

I would hit it again oneday, but all of that talking gets old real quick. Furthermore, the girl I wanted finally became available and I was occupied with his muchacha (girl.)

I guess I should increase my repertoire of Spanish Dirty Talk although that's not my style, but it can't hurt.

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This B*tch is crazy! Crazy for you? Crazy for me? Or just plain crazy? Yes, the latter! Maybe I have bad luck; take whomever spreads their legs; or this is just the law of numbers, but damn these b*tches (putas) are crazy! Sh*t; F*ck; Damn; and a bag of chips, Lays.

I'm with the wh*re from Saturday and its been drama all day!

(Oh, so much drama I had to call the USA to get some counseling.)

First and foremost, my new maid arrived this morning from the broadcast text messages I sent yesterday. This girl I've known for 2 years and is a neighbor. So she arrives this morning and we listen to music and drink a few beers. I call it the day at about noon.

At the brothel I arrive. Monger Education: Whatever country you live always check the paydates of the populace. For example, the first and fifteenth. Reason being, by the 7th and 22nd of the month or the following week after the paydate the populace is broke! They have no more money for the week until the next paydate. Feast on the hookers at the brothel; or famine while they wait until the next paydate. These dates are gold in every country. Think about it!

So the brothel has been jam-packed all week with fresh tuna. I wanted to get my drink on so I bought some rum. The broad from Saturday came over to talk and also retrieve some clothing she left behind. (B*tches always want a way back into the home of Meat Loaf.) We shared a bottle of rum and everything was fine. She offered to spend the night with me although I didn't want it, but I don't like sleeping without a piece of p*ssy next to me to f*ck when I feel my d*ck is hard, so I said cool. I ordered another bottle of rum and the problems began and the onda (vibe) changed for the worse.

The owner asked me not to share anymore rum with her. Of course, I agreed. The s*ut blew-up. Oh drama! (I don't shit where I eat. Hell, his place of business is a buffet of hoes for me to recruit so why would I jeopardize that for a B-*-T-C-H? ) Jamas (never.) *** Are you readers of Meat Loaf posts improving your spanish via my translations? *** This wh*re on my courtesy tried to "get crunk" with me. She was talkin' "mad sh*t" like Jim Cramer from CNBC. B*tch tried to castrate me for not sharing my rum with her. I knew this was "front central" 'cause the other 20 hookers were observing Meat Loaf the entire time. Keeping my cool before the b*tches I chilled. After awhile I forwarded the broad that I didn't want to get grosero (rude.) She said get grosero. I declined 'cause it's different level. Besides the other girls were watching and I wanted to remain calm and collected for their admiration. For Meat Loaf can guide and cuidar (take care) his muchacha or any muchacha.

I eventually disowned that girl turning my back to her. Oye (listen, ) this girl talks all presumida (conceded, possible mispelled) and wants to northern life. No soy su puerta (I'm not her bridge or gateway.) The other hookers, her co-workers were listening and getting offended. I chose to accompany the other ladies while this girl continued to perform solo (alone.) Yeah, we talked about her behind her back! Asi es (That's how it is.) I drank the second bottle of rum with the other two hookers.

A few hours later the drunk hooker called me to return to my house so she could spend the night. Drama #2:

So this hooker is in-front of my house for 10-minutes as I return home. My neighbors watch and observe. I walk-up to the house and she has this other presumida hooker with her. Of course, I said what are you doing here? Watching after her. B*tch, who is you, "Capitana Save-a-Hoe? "

So we drink some more rum. Two other hooker arrive at my house. Everyone is on the front-porch. The neighborhood comes outside to witness Meat Loaf entertaining the ladies Neighbors from three blocks away arrive. Everyone is trying to ride Meat Loaf. Meat Loaf. Meat Loaf. Meat Loaf is heard throughout the neighborhood. Every leech beyond these girls is present.

So these hoes tried to hoe me, but oh no. Not possible. Playing disk jockey with the nortena music and reggae panameno (Panama) these broads start fighting over someone loosing some money from the nights service. I don't know what happened, but I found some of my pictures misplaced. Getting ignorant I pour a bottle of water upon the suspect and instructed her not to touch my sh*t. This b*tch is wet and continues her argument about money with the other hooker. These broads were removing all of the contents from their purses, wh*re bags, bras, panties, and even tampons. I aint bullshitin; . These b*tches took the tampons apart to prove they were not hiding money inside.

Making me look bad before my neighbors I ended the night by killing the lights, cutting the music, taking the glasses, and chairs. Actually, the drunk broad from early was on damage control. I gained confidence in her for a minute as if she was watching over my home / her desire home.

We go to bed and I began to cuddle. She begins to fight and cry. Drama #3:

So this hooker wants to cry and all that sh*t. I put the hoe in check. She acts up. I try to leave. She starts to get crazy. I remember last-Friday. I try to kiss her ass. She calms down. I sneak away. She falls asleep. I write ISG post.

Come morning this is another b*tch banned from my house and social life. I have the hooker from earlier coming over tomorrow anyway. And she's pre-warned about these hookers being crazy for Meat Loaf.

Oye (listen, ) here I am writing this bullshit so how am I gonna' work in the morning? Please do not follow my path 'cause it may be entertaining, but is not what I choose to do, bu do 'cause I'm a creature of habit. I'd much rather be in an office kicking ass, making money, and with a family like you guys. Instead, I'm your entertainment: It's fun writing this sh*t too.

Have a Good Business Day!

So here I am writing this report while that lame pysco-b*tch sleeps! It was hard work to get away from her and I'm not in a hurry to return. Besides, the broad is stingy (tacana) with the p*ssy, kisses, and other amorous acts.

Auxilio a Meat Loaf (Help Meat Loaf)

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[QUOTE=Meat Loaf]So the brothel has been jam-packed all week with fresh tuna. I wanted to get my drink on so I bought some rum. The broad from Saturday came over to talk and also retrieve some clothing she left behind. (B*tches always want a way back into the home of Meat Loaf.) We shared a bottle of rum and everything was fine. She offered to spend the night with me although I didn't want it, but I don't like sleeping without a piece of p*ssy next to me to f*ck when I feel my d*ck is hard, so I said cool. I ordered another bottle of rum and the problems began and the onda (vibe) changed for the worse.[/QUOTE]Meat is this the same chica that you had to call the cops on? If so you my friend are and IDIOT! Why in the world would you even think about entertaining this chica again with all the crap and drama she has put you thru.

You then turn around and invite her back to the scene of the crime and your excuse is "you don't like to sleep alone without a piece of ass next to you". Insanity Meat pure Insanity.

J