Wastrel, I'm with you on the name change. I loved the "uniqueness" (whackyness?) of the previous thread heading. The headings should reflect the city or region and you captured the Vegas essence with that one.
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Wastrel, I'm with you on the name change. I loved the "uniqueness" (whackyness?) of the previous thread heading. The headings should reflect the city or region and you captured the Vegas essence with that one.
The Honorable Norman and myself spent a lovely sunday strolling in the sun , sipping cocktails and exchanging pleasantries with some of the natives.
After a lovely breakfast including bloody mays and L.I. iced teas, we proceeded to the Stern to exchange pleasantries with the mixologists. We then strolled to the Gold Spike and made the acquaintance of lovely Dee who offered haircuts and other personal services at reduced rates. We enjoyed $1 tecates and complimentary fresh limes. Also present was a sweet young woman named Tazz , a former habitue of the long lost UKE lounge.
After raising many bumpers and toasts, and obtaining appropriate communications codes, We then drove down Boulder Highway and saw many a target rich environment. We were parched from the long Recon so stopped at the Stadium saloon for more refreshments. At this point things were getting fuzzy but the good Norman maintained admirable sobriety as we returned to LV and visited the home of the Sons of Temperance aka the Huntridge. The liquor flowed like buttermilk and alas that was my last memory.
The point of this is that despite the shit like beauty bar, bunkhouse and the sissy joints on third street , the Old Vegas is still doable, is not dangerous (if you got your concealed weapon) and still a lot of fun. If the downtown is TOO dangerous, fools deserve to spend as much as the ****** can get from them on the strip. Dont worry mom is safe on Fleamont and charges less than her cocaine head daughters.
This one reads like something from a Tarantino movie:
[url]http://www.reviewjournal.com/lvrj_home/2006/Feb-28-Tue-2006/news/6111505.html[/url]
A man, living with a working prostitute is killed for $3,500 by the crazy boyfriend of her prostitute friend.
Includes a charge of "attempted sexual assault with use of a deadly weapon", the weapon being the handle of a hair brush.
You may or may not recall, as you were on your 4th Long Island iced tea when you switched to Tecate at the Spike, that I made an appointment with Dee for a "haircut" on Monday. This was a judicious decision as I was already two thirds in the bag. She was to call at 1 pm to make the meeting arrangements. Suprise, suprise. No call. Just as well because I was not in tip top condition on Monday.
Tuesday afternoon I decided to hunt her down like a dog in heat. 4pm the Spike was filled like a horn of plenty. Remember, it's the end of the month. The line up was too long to mention and I was a hero handing out dollar Tecates to all my old aquaintances. Dee quickly found me and appologized profusely for not calling. She told me Tazz was missing in action. Seems she was advanced $$ for some type of commodity transaction and has not since been seen. Word is she has a price on her head.
I told Dee I had a Jackson for her but admonished her of my high expectations. If she performed well and swallowed every drop, I might become a regular customer. At the very least, I would greet her with a dollar Tecate every time I saw her. She reassured me she was a pro by relating a story of her first "date". Outside the front gate of Camp Pendelton at the ripe age of 13, a john picked her up in his brand new Lincoln Mark IV. When he came, she gagged and puked all over his new interior. He not only refused to pay but also made her clean it up. She thereafter quickly learned how to swallow.
Dee has quite a history moving to Las Vegas at the age of 18. When not working the casinos, she hung at the Plush Horse. Locals will understand this dates her to the days before they refined coke into crack. During our pre felacial cocktail hour, she also introduced me to the GM. She used to date him when he was a casino manager on the strip. Seems like he has also fallen on hard times.
We did the deed in a secure, undisclosed location. Dee performed well above expectations. I am often disappointed with many of my first encounters. Dee was very careful to please. She asked if I liked it fast or slow, hard or soft. I opted for a soft and slow start, working up to a hard and fast crescendo, finishing with a long slow swallowing action. She performed as instructed. I will repeat.
For any of you visitors who want a taste of the old Las Vegas, replete with has been hookers, don't be afraid to try Downtown. The best are the "Spike", where I met Dee, and the "Stern", where I dropped her off.
As this is the "Off Topic" thread, I must add something relavant. I was detoured on my way to the "Stern" yesterday afternoon as there was a stiff on the corner of 11th and Ogden. Lieutenant Monahan and his boys had the area cordoned off.
[QUOTE=Wastrel][P.S. I'm still sulking (snivel, whine) over the archiving, locking, and renaming of my original thread. Is this really better than "Food, Golf, Politics, Whackings, Implosions..." Now it's nearly as scintillating as the ever popular General Reports in Other Areas on Micellaneous Matters by Member #8457 in Nonspecific Forums of a Bland and Empty but Orderly Nature. A couple years of therapy and I'll probably get over it. At least "Clip-joints" survived, probably through an oversight.][/QUOTE]
I agree. The original header had that good ole Vegas pizazz to it and consisted of those things that are important in Vegas life & history.
Sulk on, Brother - you have a right to it.
[QUOTE=Norman Stormin]
For any of you visitors who want a taste of the old Las Vegas, replete with has been hookers, don't be afraid to try Downtown. The best are the "Spike", where I met Dee, and the "Stern", where I dropped her off.
[/QUOTE]Norman:
How could you come home refreshed from the paradise of South America and find yourself capable of being aroused by anything downtown Las Vegas? Please don't get me wrong, no offense implied here whatsoever -- your reports are always fantastic and a true classic, a real veteran -- but it would take me AT LEAST six months for me to get desperate enough to resort to downtown Las Vegas after draining yourself fucking a hundred exotic beauties on a trip to Brazil (averaging three a day - $30 a pop). I've dropped by the 'Stern' and the Spike on a few occasions, and as desperate as I am these days still find nothing worthwhile. Are there even any providers under 40 that actually brushed her teeth in the morning, ever? What time of day is the best to go?
My parents were married during the depression. I was born after World War II. My father retrieved my first bycicle from the city dump and painstakingly supervised its rehab into a brand new Schwinn knockout. My first car was a junk yard VW two year garage project under my father's tutledge. I was raised to appreciate and make do with what was available. The ability to adjust to and CONTROL one's enviornment is what seperates man from beast.
Unlike my peers, I never got caught up in material excesses. Although easily affordable, what I wear, drive, or fuck does not have to be top of the line, just functional. (A port in any storm?) A $15 golf shirt from Walmart serves the same purpose as a $150 pollo shirt from Ralph Loren. A $20 BBBJCIM from a Fleamont crack ho actually feels better than a $300 covered BJ from a Bellagio Barbie Doll. The former actually try to please and often really enjoy their work. My last one even complimented me how pretty my dick was! Just lay back, close your eyes, and imagine this is a hot 18 year old off the beach in Rio.
You are right about the hundreds of thousands of eager beautiful providers in South America. You have a very wide selection of price and quality. Top of the line 18 to 20 year old beauties go for $50 an hour with the price dropping converesly to age until you hit the $10 an hour 40 year olds. After many years of applied clinical research, I have concluded that the highest priced do not deliver the best service. Just the opposit. The lowest priced always provide the best service. It has to do with attitude. The beauties think their shit doesn't stink. The beasts are grateful to be fucked. In that enviornment, I have found my comfort zone to be the 20 to 30 year olds in the 6 to 7 looks and $20 to $30 price ranges.
You are right about draining oneself also. I experienced this problem a year ago when I went on a four month binge. I was determined to try a new house and fuck a new girl every day (120 days). My pace for my age was unsustainable. After only two weeks I had to reduce my goal to a new one every other day. Still, when I returned home four months later, I was completely fucked out. This was a psycolgical delima much like the kid in the candy store syndrome. It took a month to recover. It didn't matter how attractive, I simply had no desire.
Sperm Management is the answer. I changed my pace to three times a week; Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and zeroed in on my favorite houses and favorite girls. Monday and Friday were regular days and Wednesday was Adventure Day when I would seek out something dangerous and exciting. This pace gave my testosterone levels sufficient time to recover and Adventure Day psycologically gave me something to look forward to. Thanks to the successful application of Sperm Management, I came home refreshed looking forward to my Adventure Days on Fleamont Street and the B/H.
I practice a similar Sperm Management program in Las Vegas. One day a week I have a non pro girlfriend, one day a week I have a regular private p4p (the best in the city but not available for public consumption), leaving me lots of Adventure Days to find and consort with Fleamont Crack Girls and Boulder Speed Queens. And lest we not forget a few serious drinking days.
My dear Vanderley, whilst you are still young, dumb, and full of cum, Sperm Management is what you have to look forward to. Baring none, the last days of the month are the most fruitfull. I'd be happy to meet you at the Spike for a dollar Tecate and an indepth introduction to sleaze mongering at its finest. Just close your eyes and imagine we're at a bar on Ipanima.
Excellent post! Not only do we share many aspects of the Timeline of Life, we share a basic philosophy on "getting it done".
I have printed out your post and have inserted it as "Part 10: Man's Basic Pursuits" in my copy of Nietzsche's "Beyond Good And Evil".
That was a helluva report. I agree, and I share the same sentiments, being the hourly wage putz that I am. I'd like to think I'd retain that philosophy you so eloquently espoused even were I to win the lotto.
That post elevates you to Wastrel status, to me.
Norman,
Great post as always. It echos my philosophy of "there's no such thing as a bad blow job", only much more eloquantly. Keep the sleaze wisdom comin'!
I guess I need to add to that philosophy "there is such a thing as too many blow jobs!" Sadly, I never realized this until now. That would have been a good one to learn on my own... oh well!
Welcome back from South America!
-USTraveller
[QUOTE=np2112]That post elevates you to Wastrel status...[/QUOTE]Nah, his altitude hasn't changed. He was a wastrel before me.
To make C.32 homesick (look at the 'Dust and cry yourself to sleep pal) here are some photos of Old Vegas stuff: [url]http://www.whenthemobranvegas.com/slideshow.html[/url]
And this is eccentric, maybe even downright weird to make a website about it, but I like it, and I'm allowed to do this about every 100 posts or so (says so in the fine print of the forum rules): [url]http://www.dieiscast.com/gallerycarpet.html[/url]
That slide show really brought back memories. To coin a C32 phrase: "I remember when" you could park right in front of the casino entrance at the D.I., Sands, Slipper, Dunes, or Riv and get a $20 blow job. Now I have to park across the steet from the Stern for the same service. Those were the days when valet parking was only for the high rollers who could afford not to walk twenty feet.
By the way, I haven't been able to post for the last few days as all those kudos brought tears to my eyes which shorted out my keyboard. Thanks guys! It's great to be back in the saddle again.
A great slide show! I want some of those cars.
R
I so agree with Normy. Thank You for the old Vegas pictures from the late 1950s to maybe the mid 1980's. To see the Sahara, Landmark, Palace, Dunes and other fine establishments makes me yearn to go find Tony the ant and bury him alive after a good beating.
The first chick by the station wagon is still working at 5th and San Francisco when she escapes the rest home.
Perhaps We should form a Las Vegas Historical Society and work at getting get plaques and statues made for Bugsy, Mo Dalitz, Tony, Lefty and other Vegas founding fathers. A yearly mob dinner with tuxedos , molls and icepicks as well as .38s with stock wrapped in black electricians tape.