2004 Reports - Edited

Many of you remember French 2254 that was one of the best privados in BsAs. Expecially convenient for those staying at Art Suites, either walk to the corner or call for delivery, you screw of the day was never farther than 5 minutes. Among the best girls there, a tall european-looking blonde with a great ass: Samantha. I was disappointed to not be able to see her anymore. Well yesterday I had the pleasure to find her again. As JamesBond says, BsAs is the center of the memory, she remembered me right away on the phone, nice. She is a good lover, BBBJ with eye-contact and anal. Educated and classy, smoker but you won't notice. She is now indipendent with an apartment in the microcentro, also does out-calls. Fee is the same: 100p an hour and didn't ask for taxi money. She is Atina on area-vip, the photos are a slightly enhanced like all the others on the same site, taken by a reputed photograph. NOTE: for reasons that we don't need to discuss here, book her (in spanish or french) directly without intermediaries.

Moondog,

I was talking about this girl

http://www.areavip.com.ar/chicas/sonia/pagina/espanol.htm

As you can see on areaVIP for some reason her name is Sonia, but Roxana refers to her as Anna.

What you see on this link is exactly what you get.

I have seen and tested better bodies, but her overall service and sweetness makes up for not being a real 10.

(by the way you are right, I can't find her reference anymore on the Platynum site, they do change often)

Interceptor

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[blue]Here's a re-print of an interesting article in the May 2nd edition of the Washington Post:[/blue]

Thousands of Women in Argentina Turn to Selling Sex to Survive Recession

By Jon Jeter
Washington Post Foreign Service
Tuesday, May 4, 2004; Page A14

BUENOS AIRES -- Sylvia Ozuna grabbed her Marlboros and was out the door, headed for the corner. It was 9:19 p.m., the first Friday in February, payday for most of her regular customers. The sky was clear. The air was warm. And Sylvia, who left a small town in Paraguay six years ago to find a better life in this gleaming city, was expecting things to go her way this evening.

"Should be a good night," she said, ducking into an all-night greasy spoon known as Charly's Bar to tear off her khakis, revealing a pair of hip-hugging, sheer white tights underneath.

This is her job, on the corner of Pavon and Santiago Del Estero, two one-way streets that go nowhere. In this broken neighborhood of rundown walk-ups, neon-lit hotels and thrift stores, the closest thing to a viable industry are the hundreds of lipsticked prostitutes who pace these streets day and night in cheap leather and fuchsia.

On this corner: the white women from small towns in Argentina, Paraguay and Peru. On another: the black women from the Dominican Republic, Cuba and Haiti. More seem to arrive each day. So many that Sylvia, grudgingly, said she had to lower her prices last year just to stay competitive.

"How much do you charge?" a merchant marine with sleepy eyes and a rumpled face asked Sylvia.

"Thirty pesos," Sylvia answered. She was standing under a street lamp, stroking her waist-long honey-blond hair. (It was about $10.)

"Plus 10 pesos for the hotel."

A nod and they were off for 15 minutes of sex on a lopsided king-sized bed in a dark flophouse where Sylvia said she demanded that at least the sheets be changed before she forked over the cash.

As unprecedented numbers of poor women cross borders and seas to find work, what awaits them on the other side are jobs like this, in a back-breaking low-wage service economy, say economists, sociologists and international relief workers.

Options Limited

"The whole nature of work has changed," said Marceline White, the global trade director for Women's Edge Coalition, a Washington-based organization that addresses trade and gender issues. "Families are relying on women for income more than ever but there are so few options for those women who are entering the workforce. If you can't land a low-paying job in a factory, then the options are pretty much working as a domestic, or prostitution."

No one knows how many prostitutes there are in Argentina, but academics, relief workers, advocates and prostitutes themselves agree that more and more immigrant women end their journey at Pavon and Santiago Del Estero, or a thousand similar street corners.

"There are a lot more women on the streets now than there were 10 years ago," said Cecilia Bordon, 47, an Argentine prostitute who has worked in this neighborhood known as Constitution since the early 1990s.

"To do this you don't even need a uniform," she said. "All you need is a short skirt."

"This is my job," Sylvia said as she sat on a plastic chair at a wobbly table in Charly's Bar, sipping coffee and puffing on her sixth Marlboro of the night. It was 12:44 a.m.

"That's how I have to look at it. I know some girls come here with the intention of being prostitutes. I didn't. But this is the only way I can feed my daughter, send money home to my father," she said.

She wanted to be a doctor. Now 27, a single mother with a slightly crooked smile and a June bug-size mole on her right cheek, Sylvia arrived in Buenos Aires in 1998, following two older sisters who had moved here from a small farming town in Misiones, about 120 miles east of Asuncion, Paraguay's capital.

Her father was a veterinarian but couldn't stretch his pension far enough to take care of Sylvia, a brother and four sisters who remained at home. He looked for another job but found none.

Sylvia decided she would have to get a job, but could not find work in Paraguay, where unemployment in 1998 had climbed to nearly 16 percent. Her older sisters found jobs as maids in Argentina, where the government's policy of pegging the peso to the dollar had attracted tens of thousands of immigrants.

She got on a bus for Buenos Aires, and for a while she made a go of it. She worked nights cleaning offices and attended day classes at the University of Buenos Aires. Tuition was free; she only had to pay for books. As the economy slid into recession, she worked fewer and fewer hours.

When Argentina plunged into a full-fledged financial crisis in 2001 and government officials devalued the country's currency by nearly a third, the nation's unemployment rate jumped to almost a quarter of the workforce. As a maid, Sylvia discovered that her earnings had plummeted to slightly more than $1 an hour.

She and a co-worker were mopping an office floor together one evening when Sylvia shared her concerns about money. Her co-worker told her that she earned extra money working as a prostitute.

"They're always looking for new faces," the co-worker said.

Global Unemployment

Sylvia was joined by 844,797 women who moved to Argentina in the 1990s from other Latin American and Caribbean countries, according to government statistics. Slightly more than 770,000 men migrated here over that period.

The number of unemployed workers worldwide has increased by nearly 35 million since 2000, according to a 2004 study by the International Labor Organization, which said the global jobless rate last year reached 6.2 percent.

Of the nearly 186 million people who were out of work last year, 78 million were women, according to the study. At the same time, employed workers found the value of their wages declining. In Latin America and the Caribbean, real wages for the poorest workers have declined by nearly a third since 1980, according to a 2002 study by the United Nations.

Jorgelina Sosa, the general secretary for the Women Sex Workers of Argentina, said that membership in her union had increased from 60 in 1994 to 1,700 now.

Women who moved here for jobs that paid in dollars -- or the equivalent -- soon found themselves either unemployed or with jobs that paid much less than before. "That's when you really saw this huge increase in the number of prostitutes working in neighborhoods like Constitution," said Sosa, 34, who worked as a prostitute for 15 years. "It was like opening the gates of hell."

Bruno Medina, the night waiter, cleared Sylvia's cup and she got up from the table. She said that her head hurt. It was 12:56 a.m. Her break over, she was headed back to work when another woman passed her in the doorway, sized her up, laughed.

"You look like a hooker," she said to Sylvia as she touched her on the shoulder.

Sylvia laughed. "You would know," she said to the woman, a friend. Sometimes, the two women work together.

Sylvia is all business. She usually arrives at work early and stays late. She is economical with her words and the other prostitutes who know her think of her as a bit aloof. They refer to her playfully as "That Paraguayan."

"I try to keep a low profile," she said. "I don't drink. I don't do drugs. I save."

Offering or soliciting sex for money is a crime in Buenos Aires, but police seldom enforce the law. When they do, according to relief workers, it is selectively -- targeting migrant sex workers.

The Constitution neighborhood is as synonymous with prostitution as it is with the train depot that was built more than 100 years ago to deliver Argentina's wealthy rural landowners and workers to the city.

A highway dissected the neighborhood in the 1970s, demolishing its commercial heart. Stores and warehouses closed. The neighborhood lost a third of its population. Housing prices plummeted and immigrants who began to pour in to the city in the 1990s found rent prices affordable.

"The neighborhood has been mutilated," said Emilion Vareso, 44, an architect and president of the neighborhood association. "There have always been prostitutes here. When I was a kid growing up, I might see 10 prostitutes in a day. Now, I can see that on one corner."

At 1:22 a.m., there are 10 women at the corner of Pavon and Santiago Del Estero: two sitting on a dark apartment stoop a few feet from where Sylvia is leaning against a tree, one on the corner adjacent to Sylvia, two more across the street and four in Charly's Bar.

"Bruno, what do you have to eat back there?" a woman asked as she bounded into the bar and kissed three women sitting at tables.

"All these women, they have a story," said Bruno, 60, a wiry retired factory worker with thinning white hair and eyes that seem never to fully open. He works five nights a week, serving up sausages, dry toast and coffee so black and so hot it could raise the dead, the women joke.

"They have children, or they have husbands who left them," he said.

"They do the best they can with what they have. They just don't have much to work with. Ask any one of them if they'd rather have a real job that paid decent money and they would say yes."

Sylvia walked in. She just had a customer, a married man she usually sees once a week. Most customers are married and it is a running joke among the women how it is a waste of time for wives to even try to keep tabs on their husbands. If they want to cheat, they will cheat. Exhibit A is one regular customer whose wife only allows him to leave the house without her for an hour each day to walk the dog.

When the women see him -- leash in hand -- they call for his favorite girl. They lock the door in the bathroom for 30 minutes and he is on his way.

"Fidelity is a dream," Sylvia said as she stared out the window to the street. A single street lamp gave it a yellowish glow.

As she talked, a 6-year-old girl walked into the bar, wearing flip-flops and sucking an icicle. Without saying a word, she kissed Sylvia wetly on the cheek. Sylvia smiled, said hello and reached into her bra for a few coins to hand the girl.

The girl is the daughter of a cartonero, one of thousands of mostly unemployed factory workers who make a few dollars a day digging through garbage for recyclables to sell, perhaps the most visible symbol of this country's fallen economy.

"She's in here every night," Sylvia said. "Another one of my regulars."

Sylvia said she feels a camaraderie with the cartoneros, poor people like her whose work is foisted upon them as much as it is found. In both their business and hers, there is little dignity. She tells almost no one what she does for a living, not even the nanny from Paraguay who watches her daughter while she works only two blocks away. "I am sure she suspects something, but she doesn't know for sure and she won't ask," Sylvia said.

She feels dirty. She won't so much as touch her daughter without first taking a shower. But showers don't wash everything away. A Catholic, Sylvia won't take sacrament in Buenos Aires; she goes only when she is visiting her family in Paraguay.

During a visit to Misiones 21/2 years ago, her father asked how she managed to send home as much as $150 each month, three times what she usually sent home when she was working as a maid. "He knew," Sylvia said. "But I think he wanted to hear me tell him."

Sylvia says she started to leave the room, but then steadied herself, breathed deeply and blurted it out.

"I sell my body," she told him.

Dead silence followed, for what seemed like 40 days, she said, and to this day she is unsure if the worst heartache she ever endured was telling her father that she was a prostitute or realizing that he accepted it because he knew it was the best she could do.

"Please," she recalled him telling her, "promise me that you will quit the first chance you get."

Special correspondent Jimena Aracama contributed to this report.

[blue]Of course, in typical media fashion, they choose to distort the real story of Argentina's commercial sex market by reporting only on the plight of BA's street walkers, as opposed to reporting on all the women making what amounts to piles of money working in the bolichies, on the escort websites, etc. I understand that to the media and much of the American public, it's simply inconceivable to portray commercial sex as empowering women and providing them with a method for accumulating capital that can improve their lives.[/blue]

Jackson, thanks for the article. I agree with you completely that the reporting is biased, as usual.

But what for me is much worse: Prostitution is always presented as bad, and the women as so desperate. But nobody ever points out that it still represents an opportunity that men simply do not have. A man in the situation of Sylvia (like the cartoneros) simply slaves and suffers, with absolutely no choice in the present and little hope for the future. He ends up working in shear misery simply to survive, with no hope of the earning power of Sylvia.

And obviously, women with even a little looks and intelligence make a comparative fortune (like Silvia). Even in the article, note her father's recognition of her earning power, even in this supposedly terrible situation.

BANNED FROM BLACKS -- a TRUE story
Fellow Mongers:

this could happen to YOU!!!!!!

So off to Blacks we go, all four of us, three happy campers and me. I fully expect to be turned away at the door but to my utter surprise they let me in with the three others. After all I have been banished...

I make my way through the pearly gates of the Blacks aka the metal detector, and up the stairs to the the inner sanctum of the Gentlemen’s club.

All the babes are lined up, looking to spend some hours/days in the Alvear Hotel with corporate executive on an unlimited expense account, looking for the big score, the once in a blue moon golden gringo.

I look around for my amigos. Mad Max is by my side but the two other mongers drift off and disappear in the bevy, I would have felt better if at least at first we all stayed together but.... I’m sure they would have left with me if I was given the boot, as we all agreed at dinner less than an hour before? Right? At least one would hope they would back me up?

Anyway Mad Max is by my side. About a minute passes and before you can say Nibu three times, the "PR" guy from the night before who asked me to leave, approach and – guess what – he asks me to leave, PRONTO. Apparently the ban is in full force.

I had been let up. alas only to be let down. The trap had been set and I was in it. Caught like a rat in Blacks!!!!!!

I politely explain that I’m sorry for any misunderstanding from the night before and also, told him I was here just for a good time, nothing more, would not say a thing about Blacks, pro or con, nary an opinion on this venerable institution.

In passing I also let him know that I was with three other guys who would leave with me, so maybe it wasn’t such a wise business decision to lose four perfectly good customers, gringos everyone, like you would be down a few hundred dollars for the night., possibly more. But this guy was only a functionary, doing his job, so naturally may situation was hopeless.

Personally I was willing to leave. I mean after all, what hope did I have and if I was banned from Blacks, OK. That’s life., no big deal but Mad Max came to my defense. He’s not called Mad Max for nothings.

Now I respect Sr. Mad Max’s privacy and don’t want to go into detail about what he does for a living but it is a job that could put him in serious conflict with terrorists. And I feel sorry for the terrorists, because this guy is really someone you don’t want to miss with.

Max Max informs the Blacks "PR guy" that if I leave he leaves and he has no intention of leaving (I guess that means I'm staying also). Then he threatens to call the police if they throw him out.

Well I wonder what the Buenos Aires police would do if called by Mad Max, for two reasons.

1, The police were at Blacks the other night checking ID, supposively looking for chicas from Paraguay and Brazil, diligent, doing their job but I suspect the police have some sort of economic relation with Blacks that is not going so well. If Blacks did call the police would they come?

2. And if they they did call the police what chance would two gringos have, not much I think.

So it’s kind of a funny threat, very American - but I don’t think Mad Max meant it seriously. Just a bluff in Mad Max's arsenal of wiley weapons.

Anyway the Blacks "PR" guy tells Mad Max that now HE has to leave. Now I don’t know who started it all but there was some mutual pushing going on, like possibly the start of a full out bar room brawl - you know how things happen in these type of places.

The chicas scatter like chickens on the road

It looks like a full out major barroom brawl is about to break out in BLACKS, all as a result of my banishment.

There is shoving, there are about to be chairs and bottles thrown, blood letting, guns and knives drawn, and who knows what else.....the situation is violent and volatile, anything can happen. It's very very DANGEROUS..........

To be continued…..

Bravo Admin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Wash Post article was real depressing but that is what the media sells in Amerika. Paranoia is second on their list of servups before the sports news.

Nobody thinks how great it is that a gal in need of money, for whatever reason, can go out and find a man to make happy, along with a good time for herself.

The Gross Domestic Product of ARG is getting a much needed injection (pun intended) of dollars and euros from these damsels of the night. This money actually finds its way to the common folk and it remains in the community. This is opposite of the 88 Billion that the IMF gave to the ARG politicos.

That money is now in some foreign bank account and no one got a job.

Thanks for putting this article up so we all can laugh at the self rightuous crap published to entertain (?) the American public.

Where can I make a contribution to the ARG SEX Worker's Union?

Jackpot

"I understand that to the media and much of the American public, it's simply inconceivable to portray commercial sex as empowering women and providing them with a method for accumulating capital that can improve their lives."

I agree Jackson, but can you imagine NBC, CBS, or ABC advocating for commercial sex over the airways? They'd lose the "moral majority" of their viewership and then the big executives couldn't afford their jaunts to Buenos Aires. Remember how many esteemed members of the U.S. Senate wanted Clinton crucified on the White House lawn?

Jamesbond,

Why not just stay the heck out of Blacks? I don't get it. Am I missing something here? When any legitimate business tells a customer they are a pest, they offer nothing productive to their business, their staff or their customers and never to come back. You would think any intelligent person wouldn't come back.

Maybe it's just me but you sound like a fool for going back after being told not to. Put yourself in their shoes if you owned a business and you asked someone to never come back. You're only making yourself look worse by going back.

Also, you are VERY naive if you think the BA police aren't on the payroll at Blacks. I happen to know for a fact that several police officers get bribes from Blacks management just like most of the other clubs. You are only bringing attention on yourself that you could probably do without.

Be careful.

I read that article from another website. I have to admit it was sad reading it. Many guys have the attitude that these girls are making a ton of money and living this glamorous lifestyle. Some might be but the majority, IMHO, are struggling to survive. There are more girls on the streets than there are in higher end clubs. I can absolve my guilt by sticking to the higher end clubs but going to places like Cuba you get a real sense of just how desperate some of these people are.

Yes, we love seeing these hot girls. We aren't hurting anyone. We are actually helping these girls support their family and extended families. The mainstream media ignores all conventional wisdom. I would guess that with the economy not so hot in the US that more girls are getting into the business here in the States too.

Like it or not, prostitution will be around forever. It has been around for hundreds of years and will be around for hundreds more. Even in non conventional terms women prostitute themselves to get ahead in companies all the time. Sleeping with superiors..doing what ever it takes, etc.

I think more people will start to realize that sex for money is not so uncommon. Happens all the time in various relationships all around the world.

Saint, I guess JamesBond is just telling us something different that happened to him, to entretrain other mongers, thing that with information sharing is a goal of the forum. Is not like he wanted trouble but just tagged along his friends in a night club where (oh big deal) he's been banned from. Then it was MadMax that wanted the fun to be confrontational, at his own risk I suppose. He is right about these people (altough it make sense that thing happened in Black, nowhere else it could) being stupid, as they don't do any better to themselves making this big pride show, just to boot a yankee or two, that came to spend money. Me in that situation, would have liked to tell the manager (not the brainless bouncers) that there was really not anything to get so hot about. BTW, I never mention police in tense discussions (OK I did it once on the door of a shitty boliche, but it was just because a cop was beside me). Now all this is cool and funny but for god sake JamesBond don't wait the 4th of july to tell us the end of the story.

Oh, I've been to the no-name place that is on Las Heras and Puerreydon. Lack of hot looks, usual drink prices at 15/25, but the girls -poor things- shares revenues with the house. And, they ask too much. But they are not aggressive and I hooked to one that have nice attitude and kissed and groped with a good vibe. A brunette spinner, as in my sanest likings.

A 5p tip here makes the resident belly-dancer and the big-boobed bartender smile graciously and thank you VM. Nice to think that she (the belly-dancer, not the bartender) may be dancing on top of you, if you want that later. Go figure, this boliche management is so cheap to not even spend money on the strippers dancing serving the recoleta boliches. That, on top of taking away chick's money. Bah.

No deal happened basically because I didn't wanted one, as I was happy with my evening date with Zara. But, she is something else.

I can see Saint's point that a business should be able to decide for itself, whom it wants to serve. But I found myself having little sympathy for Black when reading JamesBond69's story seeing that I too, was unfairly banned. Saint has reported consistently good treatment by Black's management but it feels a lot different when you're the one who gets the short end of the stick. We want to be fair to the clubs but how fair is it when a customer who has given a good amount of business to a club is tossed out because the management doesn't have the decency to hear his side of the story or is so eager to cover up their own shortcomings that they decide to muzzle a customer who had a bad experience with one of their girls by banning him?

However, getting into a shoving match with club personnel probably isn't the best way to seek redress. But I don't think I should judge seeing as I wasn't there at the scene. Ultimately, the best thing that we can do is to report such examples of poor treatment by the clubs. I suspect there are a lot more guys out there who have gotten the short end of the stick from Black but are too embarrassed to write about it. People should be made aware that things can go quite badly at these clubs and while reporting a bad experience won't change the fact the one got screwed, it can go a long way in getting these clubs to change their behavior.

I'm unfamiliar with Black's arrangement with the police but the fact that they have to give payoffs to the police clearly indicates that Black or any other club is semi-legitimate at best. As such, I can imagine the club management wanting to avoid any intervention by the police. Given the circumstances, that can work for or against us, mongers.

Sure. I can appreciate the story. It is comical. I just don't get why he chooses to go back after being asked "never to come back again". Oh well. To each his own I always say. It will be interesting to see how the clubs changed since last September. I've taken a break from Buenos Aires and traveling to new cities but I'm returning in July for a week. I'll check out Black's and other clubs. Hopefully BA hasn't changed too much. I may be moving there in January/February 2005 for a few years. Stay tuned.....

Jackson Wins Post Of The Week with the Washington Post story. That was excellent Jackson and I totally agree with your comments. But that artical and the thinking behind it is why we call America " Sex Prison ". Not mentioned in the artical, is the very exact same thing goes on in every major American city. The only difference being our girls up here charge more money and frankly are no where near as nice or beautiful as their South American counter parts. Moreover, Us Mongers bring hard money into Argentina, lots of it. That money we pay the girls finds its way threw the whole Argentine economy. The morals of America never seist to amaze me. Reminds me of the true story of the early days of Vietnam. The 1st Cavalry Division had their own Cat House at their base camp. Seams the commanding general didn't want his men all clapped up, so they built the place, so it could be regulated. Well it wasn't long till the American press found out about it and ran the story on national television. Well of course we all know the answer to what happend next. Our American mothers couldn't stand the thought of their little boys getting laid before the Gooks shot the shit out of them. ---- Exon

JB69,

Looking forward to Part 3. :)

Moondog

Interceptor,

Thanks for the info.

Moondog