Guayaquil

The other day I was chilling and shit, meditating on the deep mysteries of the universe with time on my hands since my happy wife left me, along with the small inheritor of the pimping powers. I'll supervise his growing pimping powers as he develops his game so he can bring me some hoes in my retirement home, but alas, that's in the future. So I get a phone rrrrring! Apparently, some player from New York wanted to party, so I took him on a tour of the underground spas. We started the festivities around 6 pm, kind of late for underground spas, to be honest. Underground spas close early; they don't stay open past 9 pm because they don't want to be "vacuna," the local parlance for an extortion racket. So I took him to the place that had the safest bet, and it was guaranteed to be open. He took a small, skinny girl; once he was finished, we drove to another spa 10 minutes away. In the new spa, he took a big-booty short girl with a tattoo in the back, kind of ghetto, but I was not the one fucking her. While all this was happening, a crew of people called me. I didn't know where they were, and I was with the New York guy; we'll call him Ben. This crew of players was clearly clueless about what to do in Guayaquil, so I sent a taxi to pick them up. It was 5 people in a car designed for 4; I have no idea how they all fit. One of them was extremely puffy, so while we were traveling, ma man Ben was done with the big-booty girl, and we went to another spa within walking distance; we met up there. This spa is one of the few where you can drink and talk to the girl; the rest are basically just line-ups, you pick a girl, and that's it, but I figure we might as well get to know each other. Hence, the car arrives, and 5 who looked Chinese come out. They spoke English, and most of them work in America. Good thing they are not mainlanders; I've had issues with them in the past. So I met the Chinese men, and apparently the talent was not to their liking, and to be frank, the talent was struggling, so we went back to the main spa where I took Ben, and the Chinese men proceeded to fuck all the girls in the rotation. Beautiful thing: when I put local vagina talent on display in Ecuador, it breaks my heart to see these young women struggle, so I introduce them to foreigners so that they get some economic assistance. They get their pipi wet as usual; my humanitarian work continues. I called my trusted driver to take the Chinese guys to eat apparently they where hungry they went to puerto Santa Ana in Guayaquil unfortunately I guess the leader had either read the instruction wrong on google or goodl is wrong either way they where going on the wrong side of the hill, something to note about Puerto Santa Ana it's a place of extreme wealth at the bottom of the hill there is 3 and 4 star hotels and 2 high rises in construction up the hill live people who have to scarpe by on 2 dollars a day and is dangerous good thing I got there in time before someone decided it was an intelligent idea to jack a group of 5 clueless chinos. These didn't look like kung fu masters; it would have been an issue, so they invited me to eat in Puerto Santa Ana. I took some coffee. They put some money in my pocket so I can start accumulating money for my DD Ukrainian nurse that I will hire in my retirement to take care of me and blow me as it should be, of course.

Ben called me Saturday to go and see other places of entertainment. He doesn't seem to like the brothels; I can't blame him. Some of these girls, their souls have left their bodies, understandably, since they go through like 40 men a day, so it goes. The struggle continues.

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