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I went to Lisbon for a few days and here is my experience (others may be more luckier). My description of the locations may be slightly...do correct me if this is the case.

Firstly the city is really beautiful to walk around. On a Friday / Sat evening if you go to some of the busier bars around Cais de Sodre and Baixa Chiado (both metro) you will see some of the most beautiful women in Europe, if not the world. The younger Portuguese women are simply beautiful. Thats about all you will get 'seeing'.

For a country with relatively low GDP there is very little in terms of quality paid for sex availability at reasonable prices (i.e. overnights less than Euro 300 / 400) .

There are street hookers available but the quality is so poor you wont give a second glance. (there were some around R do Ferragi)

The locals even tend to use agencies (I had a few contacts there), if you want reasonable quality then the price is not far off central london prices. If you want lower prices than what you may normally pay in the rest of Europe you will be disappointed.

The women from the agencies are OK but still nowhere near the quality of the locals handing out in the bars.

If you have time on your hands you will be better of trying to chat the Brazilian bar staff / waitress up. I did make some progress but was not around long enough to see it to completion.

In short this is not a great place for mongering. If you are on the younger, slimmer side with some balls you may be able to get freebies with some of the seasonal workers. It would appear that sex is more easily obtained for free than paying for it (as long as you are relatively attractive and have chatting up time).

The supply side is very limited and its probably to do with the fact that people don't go to Lisbon to make their fortune......so you just wont see many women selling their bodies for money. They come here for the culture not the money.

My trip was rushed and the limited research I did was this board so I probably did not explore all available avenues.

Well I'll be in Lisbon for the first time in about three weeks, so I'm interested to see the city and sample the P4P options. Hopefully I'll have more luck than you seemed to have. I'm also interested to see how continental Portuguese compares with the Brazilian Port that I've learned.

- DSK

Hi,

Just came back from Lisabon, I was with my girlfriend means some limitations. But what was very interesting:

We stayed at hotel Sofitel, we founded a nice restaurant in a small street just before the Sofitel. During our evening meals I've seen a lot of very attractive women walking along the restaurant's window. I thought something should happened in this area! YES, next door was a nightclub, I know now why I've seen so many beautiful girls.

Please report about this place.

Enjoy,

Roger

[QUOTE=Roger Yahoo]Hi,

Just came back from Lisbon, I was with my girlfriend means some limitations. But what was very interesting:

We stayed at hotel Sofitel, we founded a nice restaurant in a small street just before the Sofitel. During our evening meals I've seen a lot of very attractive women walking along the restaurant's window. I thought something should happened in this area! YES, next door was a nightclub, I know now why I've seen so many beautiful girls.

Please report about this place.
[/QUOTE]


After a quick search on google maps I see that my hotel will be quite close to the Sofitel and the Praca Marques de Pompel. Who knows, I may pass by this un-named club. But without a name or address I'm certainly not going to put much thought into it.

Instead, my plan is to check out Elefante Branco, Gallery, & perhaps Black Tie if I have the time - along with going to a couple of in-call establishments. But plans may change once I actually hit the ground.

If I hook up with any Portuguese chicks it will be purely by accident. I'm looking specifically for Brasileiras!

- DSK

If the Correio da Manhã online classified ads were still working, we could reproduce the advertisement here. But for a few months now, it has been impossible to view the ‘convivio’ section. Although at first this seemed like incompetence, it now looks like misguided parsimony. The crisis is producing all kinds of false-economy panic measures, and it seems that some purulent arsehole at CM believes that punters will buy the print edition if they are denied the online ads.

Well, many Lisboetas, Muri among them, would rather be caught on video sucking cock in the Parque Eduardo VII than be seen in the street holding a copy of CM.
But a furtive glance in a café at the print edition yesterday awakened desire for something different: ‘ARROIOS, RUSSAS, UKRAINIANAS’. The number is still saved guiltily on Muri’s phone for the vice squad detectives who will burst through the door at any moment. It’s 963754769.

Now, this appealed to a lazy old fuck who capriciously fancied some EE action – and Arroios is not far from home.

Except that the ad should be headed ‘Alameda’, not ‘Arroios’, and after a call to get the address, Mur realised he had a hike on his hands, in hot overcast weather. He got lost, and had to descend into the bowels of the earth at Alameda metro station to consult the street map there. By the time he reached Rua Barão de Sabrosa, 84, it was nearly an hour since the original call, and he was unsteady on his feet. Possibly the six beers he had downed on the way, plus a joint purchased in Intendente, plus eighteen cigarettes, hadn’t helped.

And when he called again, he was told to ascend to the ‘último andar’ – the top floor. But at least the voice on the phone sounded authentically ex-Soviet. So he toiled up the stairs. Just as Marquês de Tomar had offered memories of dear Diana, that staircase took him back in time to the infamously filthy Poço.

At the top, a fifty-something bottle-blonde fat Gulag guard ushered him into a small, hot bedroom smelling of recent sex, with a Ukraine flag on the wall. His heart sank. There was no way he could consider fucking this hideous woman, even in an air conditioned cabin on a Caribbean cruise ship with a kilo of Viagra in his bloodstream. But in heavily accented Portuguese, she said, “Do you wish to see my girls?” Mur assented, and removed his shirt to wring it out of the window.

A long pause, and he was called into an adjacent, less redolent bedroom, where for the second time in a week he faced a three-girl line-up. A plump Ukranian MILF, a chunky Brazilian mulatta who has certainly never been closer to Moscow than Moscavide, and…fuck, look at this!

The third babe was in her early twenties, with beautiful black hair and eyes, standing tall in little heeled sandals, her lavish curves emphasised by a white lacy garment half way between a lingerie night-dress and a bridal gown. The nuptial impression was heightened by an absurd white veil and plastic-silver tiara she was wearing on her head.

Pure porn movie. No, Mur doesn’t jerk off over porn movies (much), but he has heard that this is the kind of thing that goes on. There are also, research reveals, several fuck-the-bride web sites - and here was lucky Muri about to do it in real life.

Her name is Rosana. Mama-san demanded €25 for a quickie and €30 for the half hour. At that price you can laugh off a squalid or ridiculous disaster, but Mur was already sensing that this would be something memorable. And it started in the most promising way when his virgin bride turned on a powerful fan. Then she insisted on removing his clothes for him, pushed him back on to the bed, and very slowly, with the most extraordinary lascivious gestures, stripped off. A full-blooded PSE was under way.

Rosana is proud possessor of a splendid body, but the detail that catches the eye is the piercing just above her clitoris, which is in the form of a zip, so that you get the impression that by tugging it downwards, you will unfasten her vagina. Mur is naïve and out-of-date no doubt, but he had never seen such a thing before. Gentlemen, if your wife/mistress/teacher/daughter has one, send Mur a PM. Otherwise he will continue to believe that Rosana is the only girl in the world with a zippable pussy.

This report is too long already, so no time to describe the half hour that followed. suffice to say that it made the average ‘Private’ movie look like a documentary newscast about local council politics in Yorkshire. Actually the wild, weird freakish pornographic action, all of it instigated by Rosana for Mur has far too many inhibitions, lasted for twenty minutes, and the last part of the encounter was more like a GFE, with a gentle back massage and polite if awkward conversation.

Rosana speaks no Portuguese at all, and just a very little English, but Mur could glean that she is on a working holiday in Portugal, and will return to the Ukraine in September to continue her university course in Pharmaceutical Science. She seems bright enough to pass her exams, but if not, she has other eminently marketable skills.

Colleagues, do not complain that Muri doesn’t offer hard information, for in this post is the address and telephone number of a hidden jewel, and as for her performance, ‘hard’ is the best adjective with which to leave you.

Ah, just one detail - if you don’t like a condom-sheathed finger stuck right up your bum, pass on this girl. Mur was still sore when he sat on the ferry crossing the river to see a friend that evening. Now he knows how the Australian cricket team must feel.

Back to New Centre, Avenida Marquês de Tomar, 33 5 ‘D’. One of Lisbon’s long established and reliable daytime brothels, part of a chain that also includes a house in the same avenue (number five, first floor), and the establishment at Avenida Almirante Reis, 158 – too close to Muri’s home-sweet-home to be a safe place for him to visit. Their web site is called 'Clínica do Prazer', but only a very few of the girls are photographed there.

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These houses, €100 for an hour, remain ideal for the tourist, particularly if he is burdened by accompanying spouse or workmates and can only make a brief escape.

That’s the information part: now for an account of Muri’s feelings as he rode the refurbished elevator to the scene of so many memorable meetings with Diana.

No, on second thoughts, let us spare the reader and move on. It was a busy lunch hour, and of the seven women on duty, four were locked in their offices conducting tutorials with visiting academics. The three who presented themselves offered a tough choice.

The blonde MILF who made a point of saying that she was ‘completa’ (meaning that 'A' is on her menu) ?

The curvy lissom black-velvet girl ('Camila' on the web site) ?

Or the slim Portuguese babe with a charming but ugly face and long black hair? Bianca was her name, and she was what Murilloa wanted.

Like the show-off millionaire that he is, (really just a slightly older version of Cristiano Ronaldo) he proffered payment in the form of a single crisp green €100 bill, and went off to the ‘gabinete’. The old routine: shower, watching the princess shower as he dried himself, and down to action among the sauna and beauty clinic equipment and décor designed to convince a visiting policeman that this is not a house of prostitution. Boy, but that cop would have to be even more than usually stupid.

Bianca isn’t a very bright bunny herself, but she set to her task with skill and enthusiasm. Her body is sleek and tight, remarkably so for one who later confessed to three children (at the age of 27… yes, confirms that she’s not a clever girl).
She sports several tattoos, only slightly off-putting for Muri but a warning to those mongers who abhor body decoration (Question – are there any girls under the age of 30, ‘working’ or otherwise, in the whole wide world, without a tattoo these days?).

One example of Bianca’s body-graffiti was the name of an ex-boyfriend, in 72-point Gothic font, right up along her tasty taut calf muscle or gastrocnemius as the doctor-mongers call it.. Another fucking stupid idea, in these days of the death of the ‘serious relationship’, to deface yourself permanently with the name of some transient fancy.

Mind you, if you offered to tattoo ‘Diana’ on Muri’s member, he’d be up for it. Fortunately Diana is a short name – if the object of his adoration were called Manuela Moura Guedes, or even just Madalena or Teresinha, the dick-tattoo would be out of the question.

Anyway, our hero managed two fierce orgasms, not a bad effort for a ninety-year-old fat man on a hot day, at a house where you pay for an hour but the fatal knock on the door comes around the fifty-minute mark. Try it sometime, boys – turn on a Champions’ League football match, preferably involving Sporting Lisbon so that you’ll be missing nothing interesting on the screen, and see if you can fuck your lady twice before the referee ‘blows’ for half time.

Well, the whistle finally sounded for Mur and he staggered back down the stairs into the mid-day heat. Not a bad experience, considering the emotional baggage he had carried to the Avenida Marquês de Tomar – and both New Centre and Bianca may remain on the ‘recommended’ list.

Mur is still alive, still in L**e, and therefore on a much-reduced mongering routine.

A big thank you to the correspondents who have kept the Lisbon thread mais-ou-menos alive – although it is necessary to reproach a recent poster for his exclusive interest in Brazilian girls. Like many local mongers, Mur is tired, fed up, ‘farto’ as we say here, of their predictable routines, and would urge ‘devilspinkick’ to try the local produce. Why come to Portugal to eat Rodizio every day? It is probably a universal law of mongering, outside the 'third' or 'developing' world, or whatever-the-fuck we are now supposed to call it, that the local girls are hardest to find but best to ride – this certainly applies in England, Spain and Germany – but we’ll leave the theoretical discourse to the Professors of International Relations.

The complications of Mur’s wayward passion for an even more wayward Portuguese ‘acompanhante’ continue to keep him preoccupied, but with the help of another distinguished monger, some progress has been made. Not material for this forum, but perhaps for a novel, one day.

However, at times of personal crisis, and economic carnage in the workplace, normal healthy activity must continue, as the two reports below will testify. Self-indulgent as usual, they will also, it is hoped, provide useful information.

One last word about that fucking crisis. Although cutback succeeds cutback at the office and although profits have eroded and assets cannot be realised - although not a day passes without colleagues committing suicide and their families being turned out on to the streets to beg – although the bosses are again considering sending Muri back to England, that chaotic Chernobyl of the credit crunch – in spite of this, there is absolutely no sign of a downward movement in pricing, at any point along the range of prostitutes’ services. Not here, and not even in London, where people haven’t shat themselves with worry so frequently since 1940.

So you do not need to be a distinguished economist like Mur, to grasp the fact that purchased sex is a staple necessity-commodity, which consumers cannot abandon - not a luxury which can be relinquished for a while when times are hard.

Welcome back. It's nice to read your reports again.
Concerning Rosana. Are you sure that you not referring to Ruslana.?
In any case it's a nice report.

... or droops corrected.

Yes, BJ, surely a Ukranian babe would be a Ruslana rather than a Rosana.

Muri's brain and ear not working in harmony - or just not working at all. He did confess to being under the influence of mind-altering substances as he went up the staircase...

Only one way to sort this out - return to number 84 and ask the babe to spell out her name.

If she insists that she won't do it until another €30 has been spent on a PSE... well, knowledge has its price.

As usual Mur delivers.

I miss Lisboa so much, hopeful to come back someday.

I spent a few days touring Lisbon, flew to Germany, and then stopped overnight in Lisbon on my way back to the USA. I visited Portugal mostly for tourism but wanted to see at least what the P4P scene is like for future reference.

I stayed at the VIP Executive Hotel Madrid which turned out to be right around the corner from Gallery and Night & Day clubs. The Elefante Branco was only a block or so away. The hotel was a nice four star quality and I had the impression that it was girl-friendly even though I never tried to bring a lady back. I visited a couple of locations like Miaus club, but they turned out to be apartment-brothel type places and I just don't care much for that stuff. The quality I saw in Gallery and Night/Day was OK. However, between doing tourism stuff and plenty of sex opportunities in Germany I didn't waste much time in mongering pursuits here. The scene in Lisbon sort of reminds me of Barcelona.

I was happy to find out that my Brazilian Portuguese served me well and I had no problems conversing with folks, though there are definitely differences in dialect and pronunciation. I wouldn't mind passing back through in the future and actually dedicating serious time for mongering. Lisbon is a nice city to hang out in.

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FROM Murilloa, #1163
From Rua Barão de Sabrosa, 84
The third babe was in her early twenties, with beautiful black hair and eyes, standing tall in little heeled sandals, her lavish curves emphasised by a white lacy garment half way between a lingerie night-dress and a bridal gown. The nuptial impression was heightened by an absurd white veil and plastic-silver tiara she was wearing on her head. Her name is Rosana.
Rosana is proud possessor of a splendid body, but the detail that catches the eye is the piercing just above her clitoris, which is in the form of a zip, so that you get the impression that by tugging it downwards, you will unfasten her vagina.


Dear Mur,

Thanks for this tip. Despite being on a five day, sex-drenched visit to my Portuguese lover, I couldn't resist seeing that zipper. She was instantly recognisable from your description although wearing only white matching bra and pants. It was a fantastic 30min session.
There were around six women available, she was the star but there was another one, a blond with short-cut hair I would also like to try. maybe later today? Can I ever get satisfaction??!!

This is the true value of this site..........

Rua Barão de Sabrosa, 84

Well, my incorrigible sex drive drove me back to this place in search of the woman I saw yesterday. To my delight she was there. Irina, a 25 y.o. half-Portuguese, half-Russian from Moscow. Fine delicate features and a short cut hair style; a sort of Juliette Binoche face. Otherwise 1.80m and medium build. Between our assortment of French-Russian-English, we were able to get to know quite a bit about each other.

Her service was pretty much like Rosana's although I thought she was a touch more natural. 30 euros for a half an hour is a real snip with the quality of girls working here.