Trial by 12 vs. Carried by 6
F*ck the noise, shoot their a*s!
We're North Americans: We're Americans and we shoot, kill, and will / do steal your sh*t. Hook or crook, but whichever we choose will result in the obtainment of another's property.
Get your gun permit and walk these streets ready to "split a wig."
Don't use your gun like a Nica and shoot into the air. Use your gun like an American and shoot that motherf*cker.
Let the judge and jury worry about the reason: Don't let your palmbearers decide for you.
There is 0% police assistance: Safety is a personal matter and concern.
Get drunk off that guado; tote your gun around the country; f*ck hoes for US $8 per polvo; and shoot a guey if they get out of line.
If you are not ready nor prepared to die everyday that you arise, then don't come to Nicaragua. In fact, go hibernate 'cause eres carne molida. It's called, "heart." To arrive here you had to have been successful in your home country: To SURVIVE here you must be successful in the protection of your person and property.
Wild, Wild West is Nicaragua!
Ice Cube, "Today was a Good Day": [URL]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CPlF-IEkXQ[/URL]
Yes, it's always those &^%#% Canadians causing problems !!!
I was merely being sarcastic in my humor. Canadians are some of the greatest of peoples. Unless, of course, the come from Quebec!
Anecdote: Good Times Hotel
Spring time last year I was in Managua for a quick visit. One afternoon I was passing by and went inside Good Times to assess chica quality daytime. I discovered then that the business also had guest rooms on the second floor. Stair to the second floor located at the far end of the bar away from the main entrance. Mostly some of the hoes from out of town working in the Cabaret rented the rooms as living quarters. But the rooms where open to anyone. So there you have it, the Good Times Cabaret and Hotel. Or as the hoes would write and pronounce in Spanish: Gud Tai.
As I entered the establishment, next to the stair leading to second floor was an English speaking ebony young professional male resembling one of those characters that become legends themselves. He had the look of a living legend already. Someone like Sheriff Woody Pride. I assumed he was a guest staying at the hotel. I needed to move on pressed by time and did not make contact with him. Maybe he was the mirror image of a member in this forum. He was surrounded by three of four hoes who recently woke up from their night shift. There were not other clients except me and him. More hoes were sitting in the dark area leading to the customer's bathroom. Most of the day shift was really sad in nature. Also, the bald bartender was there. Music was playing. I checked the place for about five minutes and then exited to continue my day plan. I was wondering if the young professional inside could also be Batman or Robin. All he needed was a cape and mask to slide on the bat-pole from the second floor down to main stage. No need for stairs. Holy macaroni.
As I stepped outside, the Sun was very bright and hot. There were 2 horses with carts standing in front of Salvadorenho. Both sides of the main road were dusty. The façade of buildings around seems from the 19 century. The side street where I parked was empty. The whole thing looked like a stage from "The Wild Wild West" or "Gunsmoke" with an eerie feeling. Panic was sinking and I was sweating. It was becoming surreal. At last, some distance away, I heard the guard from Cuetos in loud voice saying: "Chele, Chele, regresa en la noche". First time in my life I was called Chele. I walked fast toward my rental car, jumped in it and left.
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I Don't Know About Any of This Being the Case
[QUOTE=Darien]Spring time last year I was in Managua for a quick visit. One afternoon I was passing by and went inside Good Times to assess chica quality daytime. I discovered then that the business also had guest rooms on the second floor. Stair to the second floor located at the far end of the bar away from the main entrance. Mostly some of the hoes from out of town working in the Cabaret rented the rooms as living quarters. But the rooms where open to anyone. So there you have it, the Good Times Cabaret and Hotel. Or as the hoes would write and pronounce in Spanish: Gud Tai.
As I entered the establishment, next to the stair leading to second floor was an English speaking ebony young professional male resembling one of those characters that become legends themselves. He had the look of a living legend already. Someone like Sheriff Woody Pride. I assumed he was a guest staying at the hotel. I needed to move on pressed by time and did not make contact with him. Maybe he was the mirror image of a member in this forum. He was surrounded by three of four hoes who recently woke up from their night shift. There were not other clients except me and him. More hoes were sitting in the dark area leading to the customer's bathroom. Most of the day shift was really sad in nature. Also, the bald bartender was there. Music was playing. I checked the place for about five minutes and then exited to continue my day plan. I was wondering if the young professional inside could also be Batman or Robin. All he needed was a cape and mask to slide on the bat-pole from the second floor down to main stage. No need for stairs. Holy macaroni.
As I stepped outside, the Sun was very bright and hot. There were 2 horses with carts standing in front of Salvadorenho. Both sides of the main road were dusty. The façade of buildings around seems from the 19 century. The side street where I parked was empty. The whole thing looked like a stage from "The Wild Wild West" or "Gunsmoke" with an eerie feeling. Panic was sinking and I was sweating. It was becoming surreal. At last, some distance away, I heard the guard from Cuetos in loud voice saying: "Chele, Chele, regresa en la noche". First time in my life I was called Chele. I walked fast toward my rental car, jumped in it and left.
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Considering that I have a intimate relationship with administrators, worldwide, I don't know if any of this posting information is true.
1. Good Times is a nightime locale that bangs the strip club atmosphere until the sunlight, how can they offer hotel services? Familiar faces that are "big spenders" can be seen passed out on the sofa, possibly.
2. You can spend as many hours in a bedroom as one likes if they keep purchasing the p*ssy and bedroom per hour.
3. If a customer is a familiar face then you may be able to get a discount on multiple p*ssy rentals.
4. Access to the upstairs is US $200. The upstairs if for VIPs.
In summary, the information scribe earlier is extremely suspect to Meat Loaf and being that I know every wh*re and administrator in MGA, make Meat Loaf know fact and not fiction.
Good Times Anecdote no Fiction
It is a fact that Good Times Cabaret last year was open during daytime afternoon hours (after 1:00 pm). Based on his response, it is obvious that Meatloaf was not the ebony young professional that date at Good Times. Cueto, on the other hand, was always closed during daytime. El Salvadorehno, a regular "casa de visitas", was open daytime also.
Meatloaf maybe could use his resources locally in MGA to verify that Good Times Cabaret was indeed open during afternoon hours last year. There was not VIP section that I know at Good Times. Good Times was not a high end establishment like the three venues in Carretera Masaya (Ellite being one of them). The highest fee I ever heard at Good Times for TLN with the best looking chica in the cabaret was for sure under US$200. Maybe the owners could verify the information for you. Not sure about that given the legal issues they are going thru now. Your are local, I am not. I have not heard any news about Good Times being open again after it was closed by local authorities.
I am a bit confused by Meatloaf comments on the anecdote. As far as I know, many nude Cabarets in the USA are open during daytime afternoon hours. So the fact that Good Times was open during daytime hours should not be surprising or doubtful. There were plenty of hoes working the day shift in Good Times. The business during daytime hours was probably usually very slow compared to nighttime, a good reason why Cuetos across the side street did not open until evening hours. I will restrain from posting again in the Nica forum until Meatloaf is able to rectify his comments on the anecdote. Whether he does that or not is up to him. He is a high frequency writer on Nica. I am a transient passer.
Last, I will only say, the anecdote is not fiction.
Regards,
Darien
8 months pregnant, 130 quartz
Yes.
1st time visiting Mercado Israel, needed some tubing and a meal. Go walkin' around. Just adjacent to the market area, southside, where lotsa 18-wheelers are junked and parked, is a 130 Cordoba local, beers for 15. My kinda place. Chick on the side was carrying some feisty tetas, playing like a little kid with her local beau. I see 8 months girl frente main door, legs spread out. 'lil hussy. I buy a beer, spend 30 minutes. Goin' back manana. This is intergenerational baby!
Good Times Anecdote clarification
Thank you Meat Loaf for the historical observation describing the life and former business hours at Good Times. I agree with you that I was not spending big money and that I am not an insider in Nica or anywhere else as a matter of fact.
The date of the anecdote on Good Times, I saw the ebony young professional going upstairs. So I asked one of the workers what they had on the second floor. The worker told me that the young professional was going to his room and that they had guest rooms. That some of the chicas working in the Cabaret rented the rooms. I did not think that was unusual or uncommon in a third world country. Upon reflecting on your feedback, it is possible that I misunderstood what the worker said to me. I did not have time to get details and did not ask. Therefore, the best I can say is that I never went to the second floor to check with my own eyes if they had a VIP room, guest rooms, a combination of both or something else. The other thing that is true is that chicas would go to the second floor and slide down the bat-pole to the main stage when it was their turn to dance.
Lesson learned: next time I will confirm the information with my own eyes before posting.
Regards,
Darien
