State Of Mongering In 2015
Part I.
In my younger days, the thrill of the hunt had me cutting corners in the city streets looking for the ever elusive buck. Danger was never far but if you were street savvy, you knew what to look for. It also helped that you could visually identify whatever you wanted and there was zero opportunity for a bait and switch. Those days are long gone and no I don't miss them neither do I yearn for them again.
My wing-man and I decided to do something totally different this past holiday weekend. We went out to a Viet restaurant to eat and sat out in the patio enjoying the summer skirts and shorts worn by the Asian ladies so many of you here adore! Bill? How about an easy $22 and well worth it. I'll be back. Next up was a ride to another part of town that had a live band playing all kinds of music from Digital Underground to the latest pop hits and the ladies in here were out dancing and having a great time. To be honest, I didn't want to leave but other destinations were awaiting in the wings. Bill <$30 for a few drinks and tip to the great bartender.
It was after Midnight and we drove up to one of the two strip clubs we'd planned on heading to. Arrived to an empty parking lot so the plans changed to an alternate that was in the general area. This club is generally well known and the parking lot reflected this. Paid $20 at the door and walked in and perched ourselves at the bar area. The girls here were great but only one stood out to ME unfortunately we were never close enough to attract each others attention due to the numerous 2-4's that I kept shooing away from where I sat. In my younger days I'd have pulled out my wallet and tipped against my will but nowadays, I have no remorse running a stripper off. I guess I'm more resistant / grown / used to their allure / mind games. Drinks? Overpriced and oh yeah you know what else riles me up? Self-tipping bartenders. I never use my cards in these places and always carry cash and yet when I hand over a $20 my change varies widely. Nert time if I'm ever back, I'm paying in ones for everything.
Left and hit the final spot for the night. If you're following closely, this was the spot we bypassed earlier. By now the parking lot was less dead so we figured we might as well go in. For the record I dabble in music and for whatever reason anyone programming simplistic 808 kick drums, claps and hi-hat rolls is considered a "producer". I'm not even going to mention the reputations of those breathing into Mics on-top of those "beats" but this was what played over and over thru the night.
State Of Mongering In 2015
Part II.
The girls in here resembled a mammal native to Australia on permanent gestation and none well, let me take that back. I spotted only ONE "1" scaling the pole the rest well have you ever seen a Kangaroo climb a tree? While we're at it what is up with these ass shots that have taken over the industry. I'll leave that to the galley.
Saw a girl who looked decent out of the 10 there who didn't have any issues saying she had four "4" kids and wanted $400 for take out! Quoting somebody on here, no way I'm paying that kind of money for an odometer that has that kind of miles on it and as per Johnny Map "has questionable heat, grip and wetness".
I'm done using the regular sources to locate girls who reside in questionable environments with management ever close by. One monger in Houston got shot the other day after the hood-rat he was meeting arranged a parallel meeting with the stick-up boys who were mad that he showed up with nothing of value to take.
Being a bit older I have much to lose and I've doubled up on my savings courtesy of my heavily reduced mongering. I was recently fucking two 19 yr old former high school track athletes. One dipped out of state and the other turned pro! I'm now going to stick to civilians. No way I'm I fucking to a clock again like some lab rat screw that rental pussy.
Its been nice and good-luck to the rest. I've enjoyed my time here and hopefully someone else will see the light and not consider me crazy. For the record I have no terminal diseases nor have I ever been behind bars for any mongering activity. I joined a gym last year, gained some muscle, lost a lot of fat, gained a lot of confidence and have no issues approaching or being approached by the ladies being 6'5 helps too. I've been lucky but at this point I'm walking away from the table. We've all seen those mongers who were busted and outed in the newspapers how sure are you that you're not the next face to show up on those AJC pages?
As Kenny Rogers said in 1978, You've got to know when to hold 'them Know when to fold 'them Know when to walk away Know when to run.
Bizzy Muhn.
2000-2015!