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…things such as my survival equipment, utensil collection (Dildos, sexy underwear etc), photo equipment, DVD player, and one pair of schreddies. However, after a couple of days, the Burnei did manage to deliver me the lost case, which contained my clothes. I spent a couple of days running around in the same T-shirt, the chicks in AC then praised me that I had changed my clothes. Everything ran smoothly after this initial shock, if not uneventfully.
Arrived in AC in the middle of the night, first thing I did was a few rounds down town with a few coincidental friends I had met. Had a few drinks then down to the Santos Street to get rid of some of the excess “juice” and stop my balls bursting. Of course, due to the Jet lag, I was not able to sleep at six in the morning as the others did, so I nipped down to the Margarita Station to get a bite to eat. Then I phoned Romea up, an old acquaintance from the previous trip, a natural talent (licks everything, even her fellow sufferers).
She turned up straight away, the evening, or better said, the morning had been saved, it’s nice when one is able to fall back upon the tried and tested...
More tried and tested the next “morning”: Santos Street…. Very good blower, shared her with Jimmy who had something wrong with his foot and had to stay in the hotel room (no pics).
Found everything as I had left it three months before: The girls in the Gogo still humorous and willing. Moderate prices (16 Euros for Long Time), Alcohol costs next to nothing. The girls are wild about being taken along, the Mamasans also do business in this way, because they don’t earn very much on the drinks. One can also take the waitresses along with one if one likes, but its not compulsory. At the back, the renowned girl wearing a new outfit.
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Santos Street, Karaoke Bar. Caution, Ladyboys... Who are able to be recognised even when pissed up, which is quite the opposite to those in Thailand.
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Took three hens along with me from a place that opened at ten in the morning (Gogo). God, were they hopeless and boring, chucked one of them out again after ten minutes.
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More Gogo Bars. At the front, a not that young liquor-saleswoman (29). Jimmy grabbed her and let her nurse him back to health for a week. What a show she presented, the other hens just stood there watching with there jaws wide open, honest.
I screwed the arse of her on his couch one morning, because I was feeling extremely horney (had given my hen the sack due to bad performance)... What was he supposed to do with his bad foot, gg, seriously though, we share everything, and he even cheered me on as well...
To the right in Angeles, dead, a few months ago I had been able to get something really well worth while there. The scene is very fast moving, the hens change quite often, especially the good ones.
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Apartelle Royal, the corridor to my room, not bad, view.
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Artists, ST in the Santos, AC during the daytime (as usual, didn’t really realise what was going on). Hens on standby. The new Dollhouse, this Gogo Bar is open 24 hours a day! Won’t find anything like that in Thailand. One drawback, it has a sort of a cold atmosphere, I just couldn’t get warmed up. Last picture: Brown Sugar, nice place.
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