Triangle recomended, a different perspective
I really don't want to start a flaming war but rather want to present a different position. I've been to BsAs 18 times and have mongered in damn near all the clubs mentioned on this board. I will allow that the median in the Recoletta boliches is higher though Black has seriously lost it's luster. The triangle and western suburb clubs are different in flavor but it has been my experiance that with a bit of patience and smart negotiating that you can always find one, or two if that is your pleasure, chicas that are on par with anything the La Recolleta has to offer for one third to one half the price.
I'm thinking of Carolina an astounding flaquit that works at Catto's or Romina from the same club not beautiful by BsAs standards but hands down the most inventive chica I ever sessioned with. You wont find 20 chickas that will make your heart palapatate at any of these clubs and one must look past several fat girls but the gems are there to be mined. It has also been my experiance that the girls from the triangle pay more attention to my pene and less to the clock.
My suggestion for newby's reading this post for additional info, is to shop them all. Find a couple Mates for a pub crawl, hit several clubs, talk to a bunch of the girls and then when you find what you want, treat her like a lady and she usually won't treat you like a john. Go to Cattos ask for either of the girls I mentioned I'll be suprised if your disapointed.
Saint and Jack prove my point, both found excellent girls and had great times for much less than the cost of a night at Madaho's. Again I'm not trying to awaken the cost v service monster only trying to encourage the new guys to see all the city has to offer and find out for themselves. I've said before and now again the single best experiance was with a woman from Black that I paid a fortune for and would again. Also the worst was a painfully beautiful Paraguayan from Madaho that cost me close to 400 peso's including bar costs. As El Jeffe says "Cost has no relation to service"
My .02 centavo's
The duration of a BA trip
It was me who said a week is probably enough time in BA. Entirely depends on the individual of course. If you are going to be visiting more than one city, it is worth rationing your time. I am also not a hard core monger. I tire of clubs easily. Going to the same clubs every day can become repetitive. One week is enough for me. I will come back again and enjoy the city.
Right now, I am in Sao Paulo, where it is more expensive than BA. I went to a club called Cafe Photo. This place is set up as an exclusive gentleman's club and makes Black look like a backstreet bar. I got the perfect 10 out of there last night. A blonde 21 year old student with a super body. The previous day, a cute girl from Bahamas who was an enthusiastic and loud performer. I had to put a finger in her mouth to quieten her down, which she sucked on vigorously !
I am having a great time here and I had a great time in BA.
Worst day in Buenos Aires
Like Dickhead, I had my worst day in Buenos Aires. Maybe my life. I consider myself to be very careful. I have traveled around the world and I am aware what´s going on around me. Anyway, today I was with a client that is closing on an apartment tomorrow. We had lunch at La Strada in Recoleta Village. It was a nice day so we sat outside near the entrance of the restaurant. I had my laptop computer with me as usual in my case along with several other important documents. I had it no more than 1.5 feet from me. It was literally right next to me. I had my client sitting across from me so he could see anyone that was approaching the table. Anyway, I got several calls throughout the lunch. One moment my laptop is there and the next it is gone. Neither of us could believe what happened because neither of us saw anything.
It´s clear this was done by a professional thief. There was no one suspicious around me. I remember reading Dickhead´s post about getting ripped off at the Mansion and I had an eery feeling that wasn´t good. I guess it was a bad omen because a few hours after reading it I was also a victim. Only I didn´t have just a few hundred pesos. My life was on that u$s 3,700 laptop. All my personal stuff, business stuff, photos, etc. I also had my digital camera cord along with many important legal documents.
I´m really in shock and I´d give a thousand us$ just to see a video of how they got it. No one in the restaurant saw anything and I don´t remember anyone suspicious walking by us. I heard nothing. It is really amazing. Be very very very careful with your personal belongings. I´d honestly rather have been robbed at gunpoint so at least I know how it happened. Anyway, my life will be a mess the next few days trying to get a laptop, changing keys and getting the personal documents again that I had.
Oh well. Nothing I can do. I filed a police report and waited in line a long time. Probably one of my worst days of my life.
Happiest of Returns to BA
Well, it was worth the wait. Major thanks to Capt Dave, Jackson, ex-pats, Aussies, Britts, lawyers, their significant others, the chicas and the Quilmes Brewing Company! While I can never have the 34 months back lost between trips, the return was special enough to compensate for 1/2 of the time, anyway.
Amazing, considering I never made it to the triangle, Recoletta at night, a restaurant for dinner or called an escort service. Instead, a great time was had hanging out at the mansion for the first of many Sunday BBQ’s. Capt. (who knew Hugh Heffner piloted a boat?) Dave cooked the burgers to perfection, barely keeping up with the chicas’ shocking demand for red meat. They must have averaged a pound of beef each. What is that, 1% of their body weight in burger?
Anyway, you guys couldn’t have been better hosts. It was great to meet dickhead. He IS the real thing, guys. dickhead, perhaps, but NOT an asshole. We should all aspire to achieve his clarity of thought and purpose. Also have to say that I verified he gets terrific advice from counsel, as I too shall benefit from the only truly liberated perspective on things. Yes, they CAN just go F themselves...
One of the new guests, I believe, to the mansion was Viviana. She was the female equivalent of a “super ball.” Singing to songs on the radio, improvising with her own between songs, in the pool, out of the pool, wardrobe changes, and games of pool and ping-pong, where she was the runner-up to Maya. If it weren’t for her ability to wolf down several burgers, I would have suspected the influence of foreign substances.
We all agreed that she was sexy and playful. We also agreed that she was a bit wacko. We knew that she had done a number on the mamosas. So, after told to go F herself by Dickhead after asking for Cien dolares por una hora, I stepped to the plate ready to bargain. I immediately countered with Cien + a free taxi to town + access to the mini-bar (not articulated, but evidently implicit), and a ride for her bitchy female lover who wanted to triple the rate so I could spend 1/2 of the time with Viviana.
However, to avoid losing too much face, I did request 3 hours. I thought she would counter with 2, which would have been fine. Instead, she agreed, leaving me to wonder if she played Texas Hold’em or something to pass the time between my performance and the timer. Oh, and I took Dickhead’s advice and changed from dollars to pesos. So, I cost myself 12 pesos or so, as I gave myself a 3 X 1 exchange rate in a 2.9 world.
In the cab, I began to really tire of Viviana’s friend, who’s name I cannot recall. She was freckly, had a hard body, spoke good English, and everytime I told her no, she stuck her tongue farther down Viviana's throat. I dismissed her at her apartment. She can go F herself.
So we made a rather dramatic entrance into my hotel. While I was glad none of my colleagues were there to see, I figure my pro-bono advice from counsel would definitely apply: “They, too, can go F themselves...”
I still had no sense of what to expect. A loose canon necessarily yields unpredictable results. I could not possibly have imagined what a performer she is. Perhaps it was the right amount of alcohol, and YMMV, but I have never enjoyed a 3 1/2 hour period in my life more. Don’t give me any grief about kids being born, etc. This is different; this is fun.
Nearing the end of my 4th decade on this planet, I became a porn star, albeit on the verge of being a bi-polar experience. From sweet and tender to desperation for raunchy sex. Like going from the Snow White ride to Tower of Terror and back, all in a few minutes. Of the 50 pictures I took, even I can’t look at some of them!
For those who prefer bottom-line acronyms, just assume all of them apply. Those that we didn’t actually do were offered/ requested/ demanded. If you want specifics, I’d be happy to pm or, if necessary, post. I worry a little that the comfortable environment experienced at the mansion and a good deal of alcohol may have affected her performance, so I’m looking forward to other reviews.
Check for pics.
Just landed. Off to sleep.
Jav'
