"Gringo Envy" Surfaces Once Again
On Saturday I offered that lame-ass 30 year old "All P*ssy" girl a job just because I needed a live-in replacement quick after Friday's drama.
Sometime last week I sent out a broadcast text message to all the wh*res in my cellphone directory: "Quien tiene mas reales que Meat Loaf? A nadie! " (Who has more money than Meat Loaf? Nobody! ) In mongering the monger must be bi-lingual. The monger must speak his native tongue in addition to wh*re speak: Money is the language of wh*res and is mandatory for effective communication. The broadcast fax was received with enthusiasm and served its purpose in sparking interest in Meat Loaf.
As she sat on my lap within ear-shot of the owner she professed on how I didn't give her hardly any money the night before. She then went on a tirate of "Anti-Gringo" nature. [b]Caution: [/b] At anytime anti-Gringo sentiment can take over and place the Gringo in danger. This volatility is present throughout society especially since the government (law enforcement) is anti-Gringo. It is this mentality that make Gringo existence in Nicaragua a dangerous (liberty and property) endeavor!
"Anti-Gringo" sentiment is when your presence is marginalized to one of financial exploitation or citizenship anamous. Years of television viewing and other marketing ploys creates a perception of North America that may be true, but is tremendously exaggerated. "Gringo Envy" will always surface when discontent, frustration, or any other excuse is needed or a victim victimized.
While endulging in adult beverages on Monday afternoon the other hookers congregated around "All P*ssy" to ask her how is Meat Loaf since she's spent the night at my home several times (3.) Of course, she had to be a cock-block and make negative statements based upon the girls turning around to look at me. Feeling the stare of 16 eye balls afixed upon one Meat Loaf I knew that b*tch was talking sh*t. Discretely I sent her a text message telling her to shut up (callate! ) She received the phone call, read the message, and ended the "hen session. "
What could she have possibly been saying that was negative about Meat Loaf? That I am cheap (pinche) because when I asked her how much she wanted she had no figure in mind. Or maybe, that I banged her four (4) times in a 9 hour period. Or maybe, that I didn't give her all the money I had 'cause she never told me price. (I'm not a rude individual, but if you're in sales (business) shouldn't you know the suggested retail price? And if you don't then it appears to me that the goods being sold are listed at auction price. Her only problem was that I was the only bidder.) I paid her, out of compassion, the same price as the previous time. Never did she barter so shame on her.
Mintues later I sat beside her after watching her receive numerous rejections from other patrons of the male gender. (I never kick a wounded dogg.) We discussed on why she was "telling all" to the other girls and she said that it's open game for discussion. I arose and told her to quiet that noise and that it was her fault for not telling me a number: The next time I break you in I suggest you talk more! She replied that there will be no next time and I volleyed that there will be a next time if I choose to f*ck her again. The look of hate was transmitted from her eyes.
On Tuesday night she sent me a text message asking if I was at home so she could provide some home delivery. I telephoned her back that I had someone else in my bed and for her to get in line (hace la cola.) She hung-up but only after calling me a zorro (sl*t.)
Although I may bang up to five (5) women per week, how does that make me a zorro when the girls need to bang up to five (5) per day to eat? Hypocracy. And the proof is that if I wanted to bang them, they too will "drop 'dem draws, " which at such time makes them a zorra by association.
I know, this is too much logic for a prostitute to ponder!
About Time Somebody Else Wrote Something
After months of dominating this board I am glad to see you guys writing something!
It's amazing that Julio Frippo, a cool ass senior citizaen, had to give you the confidence to write something anonymously.
Funny Story: Jocelyn (Perla)
So I'm at the bar a few months ago and am conversing with this girl from last year. She's asking me how the scene is at other brothels. I tell her the truth which is the life prostituting sucks everywhere. She volleys that she's making big money at her current location. I ask how much? She discloses. I calculate the figure via long division. I respond, "that's like 25 dicks in a week. " She replies don't be rude with such a statement.
Either she's lying about her success in selling p*ssy or I'm correct with how many dicks she's taking per week.
Disclaimer: Don't Get Fooled by My Stories
In the best interest of all ISG Managua readers and admirers of Meat Loaf tales I must disclose that my writing style may create the misperception that you too can rack-up wh*res in Nicaragua. Years on the stroll and having what the girls are looking for (ie. this Meat Loaf trophy) makes me successful.
Don't get fooled into thinking that Nicaragua is a prostitution haven because it is not. There is a reason nobody every posted much information on this country until I appeared!
Although I enjoy the compliments lent by others, my success is a direct reflection of time invested living in these brothels. My early years of experience living in brothels provides me with a good understanding of the scene.
For guaranteed success and a well-rounded existence Nicaragua is not the place to be.
Again, don't get fooled by my stories into believing you too can accomplish such Meat Loaf feats. Instead, visit or relocate to countries with a proven track record of success.
Thanks for the encouragement.