Tijuana Reports

[GdAloha]

Decided to take a short trip to TJ. Checked out all the main clubs, lots of great talent. Didn't have much time so, I decided not to fork out good money for a club girl. Ran into a familiar street girl I occasionally see. $20 to her and $5 for the room. Got a good session and ended with CIF again. Go out and enjoy fellas. She covered up a little so I could take a pic, sweet girl.

[Problems]

Unbeknownst to me this would prove a banner day.

So, I had been looking forward to doing more during my visit than just hanging out at the clubs and cruising the streets. I planned on going to the beach for at least one afternoon, and decided that I would see Rosarita on Tuesday, possibly Wednesday as well. I jumped out of bed after perhaps only 6 hours of sleep, checked my phone, and noticed that the window was closing for Ticuan's complimentary breakfast in about 25 minutes. I wanted to lay back down, but figured that if I filled my belly I'd have a better chance of actually returning to sleep for a bit prior to heading to the beach, so I washed my face and headed down to eat. Last time I stayed at Hotel Ticuan, the complimentary breakfast was served in the dining room. There were designated entrees and sides to chose from brought to the table by a server even, as one would expect from a restaurant. At that time, I was quite delighted with both the offerings and the service. This time however, not so much. I was informed by the staff at the dining area entrance that I needed to go back to reception for my voucher, and instructed to then walk back around the same dining area to the banquet room as the complimentary breakfast was now served buffet style. Collateral damage from covid. Yay. Out of habit, I focused primarily on coffee while I dicked around on my phone due to the fact that the food was pretty much trash. I did choke down some instant eggs and something very greasy that remotely resembled bacon along with some type of brothey picante stew meat with a little sliced onion and pepper happening in there. I headed up back to the room and discovered that the coffee (though weak) had awakened me enough that there was no way I'd be able to grab a little more sleep. Fuck it. I decided to just head to the beach, and figured I'd be able to perhaps grab a siesta upon my return. I checked uber to gauge the rates, but there were no cars showing available.

There are of course taxis in front of Ticuan at all hours of the day, and I approached the lead driver. I asked him how much it would be to go to the beach and he asked me what I'd pay. I could have sworn I saw 197 MX on the uber so I offer $10. The cabbie starts laughing and says "come on man, is far". He starts to balk at $20, so I tell him I'll add a $5 tip. About halfway to Rosarita I began to feel bad for insulting the cabbie; once I realized how far away we were travelling. One of my amigos used to stay in Playas, but that wasn't nearly as far by half in my estimation. During the ride, I did inquire as to food and drink at the beach, and the cabbie of course assured me he knew of the perfect place. The driver did make sure I got squared away at a nice beach club. I ended up seated at a table with framed palm fronds for an umbrella. I declined a cerveza and had some aqua instead (was hanging a bit from the night prior and / or sleep deprivation), and ordered an excellent pollo dish with beans and rice (I think it was enchiladas). There was an old guy that looked like he'd put at least 200 men in the dirt walking around with a whistle and a big bottle of tequila in a hip holster insisting that people have a shot. When he approached me, I politely declined. Not going to front, he frightened me a little. It was a pretty quaint experience. I enjoyed the salty breeze and my food while waiving off the endless line of trinket / trash vendors and grannies offering to braid my hair or give me a massage. About halfway through my stay at the beach club a very talented band of drummers and horn / clarinet players entertained the pavilion; it was nice. I text one of my buddies that stays in TJ and told him that I'd be at the beach for a bit, then would be heading back to the Zona in the evening. He was in San Diego running errands, but told me he'd be back in a few hours and suggested we hit the sushi place he introduced me to during my last stay. That sounded amazing, I wanted something light that wouldn't cause any further indigestion. Because I am so big brained, I forgot to pack antacid. That's just how I get down. Once the music started to become a cheerful annoyance, I decided to walk the strand and get my feet wet perhaps for a bit before I taxied back to Ticuan. I put in my earbuds and listened to some Wes Montgomery while watching the children play under the watchful eyes of their respective parents. It made me nostalgic, remembering when my kids were still young; all in all very relaxing. Got a lucky break as I was walking up to the spot where I had been dropped off earlier to find there was someone exiting a cab.

On my cab ride back, my amigo text me to advise that he would be back in less than two hours. I thought to myself "fuck the siesta, I guess I'll just grab some coffee at Oxxo and turn on the afterburners". Once at the hotel I downed a giant cup of intenso, grabbed a shower, and headed back to Hong Kong.

Now this is where the story picks up. Apologies, but I will have to digress here a bit (back to my prior stay in 2019) for some context. I had spent the lion's share of that prior visit (which was in fact my first) under the tutelage of my now amigo from OC whom served to not only be a great wingman, but also a much needed guide. I know you are reading this, so thank you once again. My first night there, he advised to save Hong Kong for last and to visit all the other clubs first, which proved to be the correct strategy. Regrettably, my mind overloaded from the torrent of available fine tits and ass, the reptile brain's switch was thrown, and I folded like a lawn chair long before we made it to HK. I banged a pretty decent chica from Chicago on the cheap if I remember correctly. To my dismay, I did end up spotting one later that night at HK that rang my bell big time. She was a petite little thing with her hair dyed blonde and that slightly asian exoticism that central american girls sometimes posess. At one point that same night my amigo was tipping her while she was dancing on the pole in front of us.

While looking up at her I noticed she had one of the most gorgeous pussies I had ever seen. It looked like it was out of a teen defloration video on the hub; like it had never even been breathed on. I saw her again while out with my amigo the following night, but had indulged in a double with two girls from H&S Latinas earlier that day, so I asked her if she'd be working the following night (my last day) and she told me she would be. The next night my other TJ amigo and I pull up to the HK bar by the front entrance so that he can cash in on his VIP card free drink, and low and behold there she is above me; dancing and looking down at me with a huge smile on her face. I'm joyfully thinking it's a lock while the music plays. Then to my surprise she gets down off the bar and walks the other direction once the song ends. While she was dancing, I was talking to my amigo and thus failed to notice that the guy to the other side of me was tipping her the whole time. My amigo filled me in after I started to scratch my head in bewilderment. It's been two years, but every now and again I would remember the lesson I learned that day; and lament that particular fish that got away.

Fast forward to Monday night. Though I figured there would be next to zero chance she'd still be working the Zona, against all odds I spotted "the one that got away" still working in HK. I knew it was her instantly, but didn't make an approach because I had just been with Miss Badonkadonk and a half in Chicago as per my prior report.

Well, Tuesday late afternoon I sit down at the HK bar after getting back from the beach planning on enjoying a few drinks while waiting for my amigo, and I'll be damned if "the one that got away" isn't dancing on the center platform near the entrance. As I'm enjoying my cerveza, she makes eye contact and starts smiling in between making lewd blowjob gestures with her hand while opening her lips, and tonguing her cheeks from the inside. Straight to the point and right up my alley. This goes on pretty much for the entirety of her dance performance as I'm trying my best not to lick my lips and laugh, but failing miserably. Not one to make the same mistake twice, I'm already at her feet as soon as the 3rd song ended and she's getting ready to step down. I tell her what I want, she tells me she wants $100, and we are off to see the Wizard of Robes. On my way up to the room I'm thinking to myself that there might actually be a god, and wondering if this is really happening. We head to the room and, wow. Just fucking wow. Her pussy was everything I thought it could be and more. Her mouth wasn't bad either. Very businesslike, but totally worth the wait. She told me she calls herself "Zunkey", whatever that means.

I neglected to mention in my first report that on Monday night while in the HK casa de bano I noticed Cohiba Cubanos for sale on the sink by the towel guy and to my delight they were only $10. Interestingly enough, I was working on one when I was having a drink with the self proclaimed newbie sporting the juicy abs. I was taking great care to choke her out with the second hand smoke as much as possible while she was trying to enjoy her ficha. I'm a gentleman like that. Naturally after such an epic encounter with "Zunkey", I'm headed straight to the WC to grab a cuban to enjoy with yet another Sol while I bathe in the post coitus afterglow. I work on the stogie and Polish off a couple more cervezas while just enjoying the scenery waiting to hear from my inbound amigo. As the minutes passed I notice the girls just keep coming. Perfection in every direction. As impossible as it sounds, it seemed like the quality of the girls had improved by at least 10% from the night before. I'm laughing and thinking to myself "this place is ridiculous". I messaged a couple of my buddies and told them that it was like there was a magic portal somewhere in the club that leads to the dimension of perfect 10's and they just keep flowing in: stunner, after stunner, after stunner. Finally I see my amigo walk in. He apologizes and tells me that he had forgotten that the sushi place closes on Tuesdays, but suggests the place caddy-corner to the infamous taco stand outside HK. I was familiar with the place; he and I ate there last time I visited. All I can think of is that I hadn't eaten since the beach, I had worked up an appetite with "Zunkey", and I'm about ready to eat my boots.

We go there and sit down at the bar, I grab some more coffee. This place is already kicking the shit out of me. I was just going to go with a generic hamburger, but when the bartender / server asks me if I want it made from shrimp or chicken because she has no beef, I just go with the same club sandwich that my amigo had ordered. Though in retrospect, a burger made of shrimp does sound compelling if nothing else. Once we finished eating, my buddy tells me he wants to show me his new place so we walk about half a block from the restaurant and he hang out at his casa for a bit. Now my buddy had mentioned earlier that he was feeling "a little randy" and was wanting to cruise for a paradita. I ask him as we are walking back towards the clubs if he wants to just head straight to the alley, or if he wants to go to HK to warm up first. He thinks about it for a moment and choses the latter. Right about that time it occurs to me that the newbie with the abs was supposed to be working, so I figured I'd keep an eye out for her while in HK. While we were out HK filled up, there was nowhere to sit anywhere in the front. We grab some drinks and just kinda do the wandering around thing while my amigo talks to a few of the staff members that he knows. As we are meandering around, my amigo runs into a bar girl that he knows very well. She wraps him up and drags us to a table along with one of her friends. As it turns out, her friend (though a little old for a HK girl. Come to think of it they both were) had really nice natural bombs and super soft skin. Her english was infinitely better than my espanol, so we were able to talk and get to know each other a bit while we were all drinking. She tells me she calls herself Christine or Christina, I honestly can't remember which, but I'm going to use the "E" ending for the report. Right about the time her and are discussing an impending arriba, I feel my phone vibrate and see that the newbie with the abs calling herself Cielo had messaged me on whatsapp asking me where I was, and telling me she wants to see me. How could it possibly be any other way, right? I tell her I'm at HK and that I want to see her also, and ask her if she is working the following day. I'm thinking the chances of her finding me are slim, but I don't waste any time taking Christine arriba. Now, while Christine and I had been sitting and drinking, "Zunkey" was standing not far from us and I asked Christine if she knew "that little blonde over there". She asked why, and because I play too much I shrugged my shoulders innocently before replying "no reason" and start laughing softly. She looked me straight in the eyes and said "you fucked her didn't you?" I had a big smile on my face and said "I know her a little bit". Not long after that I asked Christine if she was a betting woman, and if so who she would bet could fuck me better, her or "that blonde over there"? All in good fun. Not sure if it had any influence on the outcome, but Christine fucked me stupid. I was seeing stars when it was over. That's what I get for being a smartass. I did think to ask Christine for some photos, but she wanted to wait until after the main event. As it turned out we were both sweaty messes afterwards, so I passed. It's worth mentioning that when we went up to the first short time room at Cascadas, Christine found a big wet spot on the end of the bed, so we switched rooms. No hassle from the staff though. After, I said my goodbyes and headed back to Ticuan to sleep like the dead.

More to come.

[Problems]

So, I haven't been to the Zona since October 2019 - before the pandemic era. I have an amigo that stays in TJ (he used to be my Viagra hook up in Vegas), another that stays in OC. I've been chomping at the bit the past few months, and have been picking their brains for intel now that things appear to be relaxing. Naturally, I've been researching reports on various boards, and catching adtube content updates here and there as well. I think I'm going to break this up into 3 sections by day. This was an eventful trip.

Night 1:

I arrive to the Zona much later than I would like due to travel circumstances. The only cheap flight I could find out of Vegas wasn't departing until after 1900 unfortunately, so I didn't expect to be settled in and cleaned up until well after 2200. I had pretty much the same itinerary as my prior trip- fly into San Diego, bus / trolley down to San Ysidro, ped bridge, taxi / uber to hotel, profit. No issues with anything really. Smoother entry than expected. I had been advised by my TJ amigos that a FMM may be required due to the lingering effects of the whole covid bullshit, but when I got to customs I told the guy I was visiting a buddy and he just let me through. I didn't feel like fucking with uber, and the taxi guy only wanted $10 to take me to Ticuan, so yeah.

I didn't really sleep well the night beforehand. I never do prior to travel, as I'm sure most don't. I'm usually excited and concerned with not forgetting anything. Also, I had a pretty stellar workout at the gym in the afternoon, so I was feeling kind of fatigued / grumpy when I arrived to the hotel. Reception pissed me off because they failed to advise me that I needed to use my room key to turn on the lighting, and since it was dark as fuck in my room, I did not see the little box on the wall that holds the key. It's been 2 years, and I had forgotten. I most likely won't be staying at Ticuan again, they have definitely slipped since my last visit. More on that later.

Once Miss Rubic at Reception helped me with my cube (did I mention I was grumpy? I finally had lighting and AC in the room. I took a quick shower, popped a vitamin V and headed down to the Zona. This time I went straight to Hong Kong. As it has probably been reported, security is much tighter than it was on my last visit. One of my amigos mentioned that it was due to violence between a college baller and a girl. I haven't been paying close enough attention to current events to have caught the story, so I'll have to take him at his word. In any event, I was in for my first surprise of the trip when I noticed a midget outside the exit while HK security was patting me down. As hard at it is to believe, I found myself staring at Peter Dinklage from Game of Thrones. At this point I can't believe what I'm seeing, so I ask the security guy "Is that. ?" he is smiling and nodding. The security / staff guys at the exit are taking pictures of Peter now as he holds the masero tray and they are having a good time. He is obviously thoroughly shitfaced. I was so tempted to take a pic, and encouraged to do so by security; but I just can't be that guy. I knew that none of my friends or family would ever believe that I saw the actor that played a drunken whoremonger on HBO drunk at an actual whorehouse, but I just wanted to let him be a guy having fun.

I went through the metal detectors and past the curtains and my memory was refreshed by the hammer of absolute insanity that is Hong Kong. It was a Monday night, there was no place to sit and the talent was unbelievable (as per the usual). I was walking through the club just smiling and shaking my head thinking "jesus, it's only fucking Monday, there are so many girls". I don't remember early week being so busy on my last visit, but I was definitely not mad. Despite the action and excitement of HK (maybe because of it), I chose to head over to Chicago. I was travel weary, and was in the mood to enjoy a beer, some peace and quiet, and to have a place to sit down. As I was walking up to the corner texting a buddy of mine on my phone, one of Chicago's fine maseros approached me to recommend Chicago. I told him that I was already headed there. He of course walked me over telling me how he was going to take good care of me. I told him I've been there before, and had a great time and met a great girl. Once inside he found me a table and asked if I wanted a girl. I told him I just wanted a cerveza for now. There wasn't much going on, which was just fine. I enjoyed my drink while watching girls dance, and was eventually approached once again by Moises. He asked me if I was ready for company, I told him I was. He asked what I prefer, and I requested someone that spoke good english. He inquired as to what type of girl I prefer, I told him I didn't care about the build as long as she was a freak. I had scouted the talent while I was nursing my first drink, and didn't spot anything unacceptable by my standards. He brought over a girl with a badonkadonk and a half calling herself Shanderel. Her ass though natural, could only be described as "titanic", and was easily half the size of the table if not better; but I've never been afraid to climb that mountain. I bought her a few fichas while I enjoyed a few more cervezas making sure to take good care of Moises. She cuddled up to me as we chopped it up. I noticed I really liked her mouth and her soft skin (I have somewhat of a fetish for soft skin). We worked on negotiating an arriba and I was surprised when she asked $100. Being the hardened pro she is, I'm sure she noticed me casually taking care of the masero between rounds. That's on me I suppose, but I was having a good time so zero fucks given. I did let her know I was surprised at the ask. I made sure to tell her I would be needing besos at that price and she reluctantly agreed; which is good for her because at her ask it would have been a deal breaker had she balked. Honestly, I didn't feel like dickering, so up we went. I had really good luck last time with various girls agreeing to pics in the room, so I asked if I could get a few pics for a little extra. She told me no way, she had kids and did not wish to risk being identified by her tattoos. I respect that. The service wasn't stellar, but I didn't leave disappointed. I would definitely never repeat though, as I felt somewhat rushed, and the CBJ was rough.

I left in a better mood than I arrived, and I decided to head back to HK. I had been reading reports of Bar Tropical having upped it's game, so I decided to stop in there on my way back. I was in and out in probably two minutes. Not much happening, didn't see anything close to what is available in HK. I crossed the street and headed back into HK. This time, I easily found a place to perch after grabbing another beer at the bar. I was feeling much more relaxed, so I had a great time while my mind was once again was futilely trying to process the bottomless parade of dimes on the poles. Peter was in and out the whole time I was there Monday night and nobody fucked with him, which was refreshing. It reminded me of places like Manhattan, where celebrities can for the most part be themselves without interference. At one point as he was walking by, he did offer me a fist bump. I responded with an "I'm not worthy" bow from "Wayne's World" which seemed to confuse him due to what I assume was his state of intoxication, or perhaps he just never saw the movie. I did during the course of my birdwatching notice a particularly skilled dancer on the pole wearing absurd blonde extensions. She was halfway across the club from me, but still I could easily make out her somewhat defined abs, and her athleticism was obvious. I continued the status quo while enjoying the talent and entertainment from various vantage points. After an hour or two (time has no meaning in HK) I started feeling like I was running on fumes, and was getting ready to call it a night when I noticed the blonde girl with the abs had pulled up to the bar a few chairs away from me. I wanted to make a somewhat different approach while simultaneously giving an honest compliment, so I asked to feel her muscles while telling her how much I appreciated her performance earlier. That seemed to break the ice nicely and she relaxed noticeably. I offered a ficha and we shot the shit for a bit. During the course of conversation, she had me burst out in a roar of deep belly laughter when she tried to tell me it was her first day. I told her with a smart-ass grin that it was my first day too. She smiled, gave me the finger, and showed me her flight voucher on her phone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my boarding pass from earlier that day. As we continued talking, she was naturally grinding on me and encouraging me to roam. She told me she loved my eyes (as I rolled them) which gave me an opening to compliment her abs. She asked me if I was going to fuck her. I told her I was tired, but I'd be back tomorrow and asked if she'd be working. She asked for my number as she told me her real name which I immediately forgot. She then typed out her working name on my phone (she was calling herself Cielo of all things) and I took a quick screenshot because my memory is complete shit for names as was re-established only moments prior. I had re-downloaded whatsapp prior to my trip for this exact situation. All the girls were using it on my last visit, and I figured things had probably not changed all that much. She took a screenshot of my digits off my app homescreen and made me pinky promise that I would come back for her the following night as I was departing.

I walked back to the hotel and gladly fell into my welcome bed.

More to come.

[KC Questor]

The former but with a good massage preceding it would be my preference. 5.

Unfortunately, it's pretty much one or the other. The therapeutic massage places don't reliably provide sexual services and the sexual places don't usually have good massages. With COVID came the closing or retiring of a couple of the best and most reliable places / ladies. Spas like Secrets or Mermaids are straight up overpriced whorehouses. You may find a trained masseuse who will give a happy ending, but I'm afraid I can't recommend anyone specifically.

Balance Spa is the better massage but YMMV on extras. NB Elite is more guaranteed action but a mediocre massage.

Balance Therapy & Spa
Carrillo Puerto why o Tercera 8089, Zona Centro, 22000 Tijuana, B. C.
+52 664 520 5250
www.balancetj.com

NB Elite Men's Spa
Av. Va arepida Pte. 4246, Zona Urbana Rio Tijuana, 22010 Tijuana, B. C.
+52 664 634 7221
www.nbelitemenspa.com/

[Five]

Are you looking for a sexual encounter, or just a nice relaxing massage? Whatever you do avoid the massage place across the street from Hong Kong. It's just an overpriced brothel.

The former but with a good massage preceding it would be my preference. 5.

[SantaaClaus]

Real ID will not help. See previous post.

I didn't realize that a Real ID gave any preference at the border. I've had Global Entry since the program first started and that card is GOLD. It does everything SENTRI does and more. GE is the shortest line when returning to the US from Mexico and has saved me countless hours. If there's a long line just walk to the front and show it and you get directed to a very short line. When landing in the US on an international flight you likewise bypass the sometimes very long immigration lines and go straight to a kiosk and minutes later you're standing at baggage claim usually before it starts spinning. Then after you get your luggage you go to a special customs line and I have always just been waved through without a bag search.

Also it includes TSA Pre too, so you can get the shorter line at security for US domestic flights where you don't have to take your shit out of your bag or remove your shoes. Not only is the Pre line shorter, it moves way faster.

It's a bit harder to get and you have to go through an interview but it's no big deal. It has a 5 year renewal and my first renewal was done online, no interview. My second renewal I had to go to Otay Mesa and do an interview again. But it's totally worth it.

Bottom Line: get Global Entry.

[KC Questor]

Anyone have experience with massage places in TJ? Looking for something different as an afternoon activity before a night at HK. Thanks! 5.

Are you looking for a sexual encounter, or just a nice relaxing massage? Whatever you do avoid the massage place across the street from Hong Kong. It's just an overpriced brothel.

[Pablo]

Are you referring to the Real I. D. From the DMV? They are absolutely offering it. I'm being absolutely Carpet-bombed with emails to go back to the DMV because I renewed my license by mail last year. They're letting anyone who renewed their license last year upgrade to the Real I. D. For free since the pandemic stopped nearly everyone from applying. BUT it's still not the same thing as a global entry card. Those are two totally different programs.

I didn't realize that a Real ID gave any preference at the border. I've had Global Entry since the program first started and that card is GOLD. It does everything SENTRI does and more. GE is the shortest line when returning to the US from Mexico and has saved me countless hours. If there's a long line just walk to the front and show it and you get directed to a very short line. When landing in the US on an international flight you likewise bypass the sometimes very long immigration lines and go straight to a kiosk and minutes later you're standing at baggage claim usually before it starts spinning. Then after you get your luggage you go to a special customs line and I have always just been waved through without a bag search.

Also it includes TSA Pre too, so you can get the shorter line at security for US domestic flights where you don't have to take your shit out of your bag or remove your shoes. Not only is the Pre line shorter, it moves way faster.

It's a bit harder to get and you have to go through an interview but it's no big deal. It has a 5 year renewal and my first renewal was done online, no interview. My second renewal I had to go to Otay Mesa and do an interview again. But it's totally worth it.

Bottom Line: get Global Entry.

[SantaaClaus]

Hopefully a veteran can elaborate. I have been down once and seemed to have gone into Mexico by unknowingly walking around the agents. I think in the past they never checked passports so it didn't seem unusual, Canada also.

https://help.cbp.gov/s/article/Artic...language=en_US

Are you referring to the Real I. D. From the DMV? They are absolutely offering it. I'm being absolutely Carpet-bombed with emails to go back to the DMV because I renewed my license by mail last year. They're letting anyone who renewed their license last year upgrade to the Real I. D. For free since the pandemic stopped nearly everyone from applying. BUT it's still not the same thing as a global entry card. Those are two totally different programs.

[Sriracha]

I was planning on getting my global entry card. When I looked up ready lanes, it shows that a passport card, or you can upgrade your drivers license to an enhanced I'd but California does not offer this yet.

Are you referring to the Real I. D. From the DMV? They are absolutely offering it. I'm being absolutely Carpet-bombed with emails to go back to the DMV because I renewed my license by mail last year. They're letting anyone who renewed their license last year upgrade to the Real I. D. For free since the pandemic stopped nearly everyone from applying. BUT it's still not the same thing as a global entry card. Those are two totally different programs.

[Five]

Anyone have experience with massage places in TJ? Looking for something different as an afternoon activity before a night at HK. Thanks! 5.

[SantaaClaus]

How is Tj I the mornings? Are the streets dead? Clubs dead? How early does the decent talent come out to play? I know I could always schedule something with an escort.

Can't wait to get a global pass because the cbp lists the lines as long before 4 pm for my return. I need to get a hobby thag frees up time in the late afternoon. I guess I can see why golf is so popular.

[SantaaClaus]

I was planning on getting my global entry card. When I looked up ready lanes, it shows that a passport card, or you can upgrade your drivers license to an enhanced I'd but California does not offer this yet.

[Koolbeans]

Does anybody know what happened yesterday afternoon? Apparently a girl got shot inside one of the clubs. Not sure if it was Hong Kong. I just saw the video on tik tok. Any info is appreciated. I was thinking of taking a trip today but now I don't know.

It is hard to imagine they got a gun into the clubs as they pat you down and HK has metal detectors. Link to video? I don't have tiktok.

[Cjg1988]

Hey guys, so this is going to be my first trip and I'm still planning out what I want to do and who to see. I wanted to get your input on the ladies at Hot&Sexy Latinas. Also planning on booking a motel at their agency's requested motels.

As for me, a little background, I've been a long time member when it comes to the Asian Agencies here in San Diego. Also, a couple trips to OC / LA. So I'm pretty used to just going to the apartment or hotel and meeting the girl there.

Any tips, comments on my choice of visiting H&SL? Have you reviewed them before, or prefer the cheaper visits to the zona? I'll be visiting this week or next.