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Stories from the Road: Sleeping, Drinking, Playing Pool, and Screwing in Thailand

Petite Asian women stand in stark contrast to the entitled land whales back home

The last two weeks here in Thailand have been a blur. My intent was to roam around the country, but that likely will have to be the case next time I come to the Land of a Million Smiles. I’ve been having too good a time in Pattaya, and spending very little money while having the time of my life.

My plan to be the equivalent of a migrant worker, only returning to the States to drive a big rig for 6 months a year while traveling the world and living abroad in the Caribbean is succeeding. Life outside The Matrix is bliss for this former mainstream media drone.

Time is passing quickly as I’ve gotten into a nice groove. I sleep half the day, then get up and head down the street for either some Thai, Indian, or Mediterranean food, usually with the girl I spent the night before with.

After sending her on her way with a kiss, I take a nice nap.

Just before sunset I wake up and down a few Chang beers, and if I’m feeling like cocktails a Singapore Sling. It’s then pool playing time as I wander around from bar to bar and pool hall to pool hall never knowing what each night will bring when it comes to a good time girl.

I always end up using PUA to get for free what other men have to pay for. It’s really not that hard, if you know the game well and are in a place where sex is commonplace. (My policy is never to pay for sex except for an occasional visit to a legal brothel in Nevada.) I’ve gone through at least half a dozen chicks in the last few days. I’m seeing just how true the Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks maxim really is. It’s really amazing how easy it is to make women submit to a strong, masculine frame of mind.

This is the life I dared not dream of just a few short years ago as a corporate slave.

Oh, but my masters were only too keen to tell me how “lucky” I was to be on television pushing their agenda of fear and consumption on the masses. How utterly sick of scaring people to death about normal weather events and creating controversies out of the foibles of humanity I grew before fleeing that industry. I despise the news industry after realizing what my success in it meant I had to do to people on a personal level.

What’s your fantasy? A lot of men’s fantasies look like this

Good Times and Fast Women

The girls I’ve been bedding are of superior aesthetic and interpersonal quality to Anglo chicks back home. Sure, most have got some miles on them, even the 20-somethings I normally carouse around with, but so do the cock carouseling career chicks back in the States. You think that manly career girl hasn’t been around the block more times than the Good Humor man? At least these girls are fun to hang out with and can make conversation. I couldn’t even get that half the time back in the States.

As I write this, a sexy ass Thai girl with a mouth like cocaine is lying over there in my bed, and the sun is coming up. I may wing my way down to The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for a cup of Joe and a light breakfast with this girl.

A man really appreciates femininity when he lived 35 years bereft of it in the States.

She really is a sweetie pie. There are times I almost return to my Beta ways, as I develop feelings for the women I’m with. But I have to remember not to let the predator get close enough to eat my lifestyle. As any divorced man knows, a woman will gobble your ass up like a Bon Bon in the court system without a wit to what destruction she is leaving on your life.

I always think of that when I’m developing feelings for a woman, and also recall an incident at a bank in Latin America last year. Long story short, two Anglobitches were competing with each other in line for the teller, one trying to outdo the other when it came to how much money they had frivorce raped out of their ex-husbands. It was a sickening display, made all the worse because they assumed nobody at the bank spoke English well enough to understand them. That is the true female nature. After recalling that incident, I’m usually sobered back up and have purged any emotional attachments I might have had.

By the way, adventures like this continue to show me just how bad women back home are, as I have more fun with girls I pick up in pool halls and at boxing matches here than career women I had to have “dinnerviews” with back home. Your intuition is right when it comes to American women. Big demands and small return on investment is the key phrase here.

My success heightens my resolve to continue my life as a runaway slave from the Anglobitch corporate plantation. I could never return to my life as a Beta male living a dull life of corporate slavery and getting toyed around with by subpar women.

Life is good on the outside, my brothers. If I made it out, you can do it, too. Just keep your mind on your goals, and I’ll be here to help light a candle showing you the way out of the cave.

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4 Interesting Situations I Saw on Walking Street in Pattaya, Thailand

Sights and sounds from a bustling Walking Street in Pattaya

Sights and sounds from a bustling Walking Street in Pattaya

Relampago on the Road
Reporting from Pattaya, Thailand


I’m on the road for the month of March, and after driving all over the United States since January as a trucker I decided it was time for some relaxation outside The Matrix. So, I booked a cheap flight to Thailand, and hooked up with an awesome $15 a night room for a month.

When one visits Thailand, a pilgrimage to Walking Street is a must. Walking Street in Pattaya is like Bourbon Street in New Orleans, only better. Consider it nightlife without the Anglo cultural and sexual repression you’ll find in the West.

After some busy days riding all up and down the East Coast of the Gulf of Thailand on a Honda scooter, I made my way down to this infamous slice of paradise for some well-deserved rest and relaxation after driving around 3,000 miles a week to build up this year’s cash reserve.

One night as I was people watching I noticed several interesting situations going on which are pertinent to the themes we discuss here at The New Modern Man and elsewhere in the manosphere. Here are four alternately interesting and hilarious situations I made mental bookmarks about as I saw them unfolding, so I could tell you about them.

4. Man Accompanied By Land Whale

This poor bastard.

I saw the look in his eyes as this dude realized he made a huge (pun intended) mistake bringing along his hog for an Asian vacation, as he saw countless tight and taut Thai chicks in skimpy clothing walking by. He looked deeply troubled as the Anglo (or European, didn’t hear which language they used) hog pulled him around by the arm, perhaps because he wanted to stop and look at different bars and peruse the sexy ladies inhabiting them.

She wanted nothing of the sort, probably only thinking about her next slice of cake.

The hog looked quite worried about having wound up on Walking Street because she knew she was way out of her league. There’s fat, and then there’s sloppy fat. This chick was sloppy fat, but her man seemed to be at least average to fit in build.

This couple illustrates everything wrong with the relations between the sexes in America (or Europe). Man, works his ass off and finances a fabulous vacation with his Beta Bucks while the land hog lords over him like a domineering tyrant, steering dollars from his wallet into her mouth while cockblocking him from upgrading to the female companionship he deserves.

The timer on that relationship no doubt started that night, as along with the pain I also saw an awakening in that man’s eyes. He now no doubt knows he got a shitty deal and can do better than the hog.

3. Older Man Being Pulled Around by Worried Wife

This one was hilarious to watch from the sidelines as I sipped Chang beer, and illustrates the fact older women intuitively know they can’t compete with younger women. It also proved the men age like wine and women age like milk theory correct once again.

This woman’s milk expired years ago. However, this decent looking older gentlemen would have had no trouble pulling some quality tail on Walking Street and his woman knew it deep down in her hamster brain. She was almost as worried as the hog.

It was as if this older couple had accidentally wandered into a parallel universe in which the constant manipulation and abuse of men Western women profit from was turned upside down, if only for the time a short walk takes.

The post-expiration date granny knew she was well over her credit line on Nature’s Credit Card and that her husband might just figured out she’s not the high level of investment and low level of return she offers.

Owning an expired Golden Vagina meant nothing, the way it once did in her prime. She was totally powerless on Walking Street. Nature, it seems has a sense of humor about male-female relations after all.

2. The Gleeful Single Middle-Aged Man

This dude was dancing it up solo at the bar we were in, and didn’t seem to give a fuck who was watching him. He was shaking hands and glad handing people as if he was a politician up for re-election. It’s as if his ex-bitch had just died or something, saving him from a round of frivorce rape.

There’s no doubt this man is getting laid on the regular, unlike the often miserable men back in the States who aren’t getting laid so often. He was the perfect illustration of the glee life as a runaway slave from the Anglobitch plantation brings.

One could feel the liberation this man knows, and there’s no doubt life inside the frigid borders of a sexless, decadent empire is no longer something he will be willing to accept.

The master pickup artist never needs to pay for premium tail, either. I regularly bang SMV 7-9 women with minimum effort. It’s amazing how far a well-dressed man with a cocky, funny attitude can go in a place that doesn’t hate men as in the West.

That night, I met other expats from Norway, Scotland, and Russia. They also seemed unwilling to return to life as a Beta male tax slave who is rewarded with scorn rather than occasional sex.

1. The Pursed Lips Anglobitch

Knowing no men were going to be interested in her that night with premium Thai tail everywhere, an Anglobitch with pursed lips was walking around giving men (including me as I sat with a dime piece) evil eyes and dirty looks. Similar to the portlier women above, her powers were also useless here as the cultural tightrope she and her sisters in the feminist claven keep men on sexually was thousands of miles of away.

She was a fish out of water. And it was delightful to watch.

I imagine her insulting the men from Europe and America who were there having a good time with the typical boilerplate angry feminists like to throw at men who have discovered a bigger, better deal than she could ever offer.

  • “Couldn’t get another woman so he had to come here.”
  • “Can’t handle a Strong, Independent Woman™.”
  • “A sexual pervert.” (For having normal male sexual desires, of course.)

As we all know, the truth is none of the above. Anglobitches don’t like runaway slaves from the Beta male plantation they’ve created. And Walking Street is brimming with runaway male slaves.

All the more reason to smile ear to ear as you look them in the eye, while pulling your exotic hottie just a little bit closer to you and giving her a big, wet kiss. Revenge is sweet. Your female master no longer has any power over you.

My adventures in the Land of a Million Smiles are worth every penny. I’ve never felt more whole as an individual or happier inside since throwing off the chains of a Puritan culture and visiting cultures that aren’t so uptight and prudish.

Won’t you join me soon outside The Matrix?

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The Tables Have Turned: My Transition from Beta Bucks to Alpha Fucks Guy

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Just closed out a week which ended as me being the Alpha Fucks guy while another guy pays my hot Thai friend’s bills

For all the scorn heaped upon those of us in the manosphere, the more I live the Red Pill truth the more I know how right we are when we write The Truth About Women and the World. Few may know I take no pleasure in writing about the topics I write about, and wish relations between the sexes weren’t so fucked up in the Anglosphere.

But I gotta call ’em like I see ’em.

Otherwise I’d be as worthless as the “nice” boys and girls in cheap suits with pancake makeup and egg on their faces who work at CNN down in Atlanta, and other institutions of mythmaking in the Machiavellian world we live in.

But I’m into truth-telling rather than sophistry so here it is: Chicks dig jerks. And they can’t resist assholes.

By studying and applying the romantic arts for several years, I have lived an amazing transformation. I’ve gone from a Beta nice guy in my 20s who constantly got used and abused by women to a guy who often goes through 4 or 5 different chicks in a week. It’s amazing what a man can pull off once he discovers what makes women tick.

My latest success has been becoming the Alpha Fucks guy for a hot Asian girl while Beta Bucks guy pays her bills. Here are two stories illustrating my transformation.

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Don’t be Free Dinner Guy, be Uninhibited Sex guy

A Decade Ago: Free Dinner Guy

Yep, I was that guy. I would work so hard to get a woman to go out on a dinner date with me, and spend money I didn’t have on nice meals in restaurants and movies and other entertainment.

My goal was to show women what a great guy I was. And I was the textbook definition of a great guy: attractive, well-studied, liberal (at the time), hard-working, and respectful of women. I was the type of guy women would go on Oprah and claim they wanted while secretly riding the cock carousel with bad boys.

I followed the script of what women say they want in a man: a nice guy who treats them like a princess and caters to their every whim. Opening doors, talking about “safe” topics, not rushing them for sex or commitment.

After dropping $50 to $75 of money I didn’t really have as a poor as fuck, first generation college student with two jobs and a broken down car, I then would have to go home alone and have to rub one out a good 75% or more of the time.

Meantime, a degenerate would end up tapping for free what I was trying to woo with entertainments I couldn’t afford. I wasn’t completely incel, but I paid for a lot of dates for women who were frigid with me, and was the epitome of the AFC (average frustrated chump) in my college years.

Do not be this guy!

I’ve seen it go on my entire life. I know Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks is what women do. It’s just as natural for the human female to behave this way as it is for the female Black Widow to kill and consume the male once she’s finished extracting his sperm for the next generation of little baby spiders.

Don’t question it. Just accept it for what it is, lamentable as it may be.

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The tables have turned, now I hit that instead of paying for that

Today: Alpha Fucks Guy

Now, as a man who can’t stand liberals or anything they stand for, a guy who does what he wants when he wants, I can’t keep women off me.

I started last week off banging a black stripper in Chicago who was enraptured by my zero fucks given attitude, travel stories from all over America and different parts of the world, and the fact I was straight up with her from the get go that I wanted nothing but no strings attached fun. She also loved the fact I only work half the time and spend the rest of my time partying my ass off.

I was blunt as a spoon, alternating between being and asshole and Mr. Carefree.

I looked this girl in the eye and told her I’m not like the typical men that come in your strip club, empty their wallet and get nothing in return. We talked for hours that night as she abandoned the very Beta acting clients who inhabited the club. I felt bad for these guys as they were reeking of sexual thirst.

Long story short, we ended up at her place and she started the festivities off by giving me oral delights most men dare not dream of. For free, I might add. This girl had a mouth that might as well have been cocaine. It was incredible. We then banged in every position imaginable (her on top first) before I left her worn out and with a cooch full of seed.

That’s only the warm-up. Since Chicago, I’ve been in Thailand the rest of the week enjoying the company of two Thai girls: one who was stuck on me like white on rice from the time we met, and a second party girl who had a boyfriend but let me hit it anyway.

But even that’s not the best I have to offer.

A Thai girl I’ve been friends with for years currently has a man from Australia paying for her every expense, and is not giving him any sex in return! I know this is a fact, as I am quite familiar with this girl’s entire sexual history.

This chick knows I bang other girls and that I am “in demand” so to speak. She practically came running to my door once she knew I was back in town.

I didn’t even have to ask and she started getting naked for me after we talked for a few minutes in my room. Bear in mind this girl is at least a SMV 8 and can have any farang she wants. And these guys will pay her for the experience while I will not.

But she chooses me, and is letting me be the Alpha Fucks guy tapping for free what the other guy can’t get even though he’s paying for it. Best of all, she’s not the typical bar girl as she is a kept woman, and I know from friends or “spies” she doesn’t go out partying. She stays home and is one of the more traditional Thai girls.

Which makes the conquest all the better.

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Don’t let the haters throw you off your Game

Final Thoughts

So, when detractors, haters, and other sorts of miscreants come into the manosphere and onto The New Modern Man trying to muddy the waters and negate the inconvenient truths we are writing here, I can confidently say they’re entirely full of shit.

I have lived the transformation from Beta Bucks to Alpha Fucks guy. And my goal is to make other men slayers of poon with little life lessons like this one.

Guys, the most important thing you can do is focus completely and entirely on yourself and your wants. This, more than anything else is an intoxicating musk to the female psyche as I’ve seen with the small harem I’ve went through just in the past week. It pays to be the opposite of everything women say they want in a man.

The alternative would be to go back and live life as a Nice Guy. I did that already. Now I’m living life as the bad guy. And it’s just divine.

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My Visit to Moonlite Bunny Ranch | Carson City, NV

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I don’t like to kiss and tell, but I can tell you the girl I spent some time with is featured in this recent Facebook photo from the Moonlite Bunny Ranch web site

Moonlite Bunny Ranch | Carson City, NV
Relampago’s Rating: Star16Star16Star16Star16Star16

As regular readers of The New Modern Man know, I spend most of my time in a sunny, libertine paradise on the island of Hispaniola in the Caribbean. I’m happy here, and try to make return visits to the nation I ran away from infrequent. However, I do return to The Matrix once in a while, and it’s long been a goal of mine to visit the Moonlite Bunny Ranch just outside Reno/Carson City, Nevada.

I just got a chance to visit recently, and I must say I think there should be a whorehouse just like this one in every city in the country. Having these would alleviate a lot of sexual tension that’s making Beta male provider modules in the sexually repressed Anglosphere miserable, and it would also reduce the price women can command when they predate men for money and resources. In other words, men might not be willing to be enslaved by a bitch when they can go rent a good time with a willing girl.

If nothing else, visiting the Moonlite Bunny Ranch is also an affirmation of my beliefs that sexual barter, and by extension, prostitution is the true foundation of all exchange between the sexes. No matter how many pleasantries we imagine surround relationships and marriage, women don’t fuck men they can’t get something out of as stated by the oft-quoted Briffault’s Law:

The female, not the male, determines all the conditions of the animal family. Where the female can derive no benefit from association with the male, no such association takes place.

So those guys who say they’d never pay for sex are paying for it somehow. Either through supporting his girl’s materialistic lifestyle, paying for dates, or spending valuable hours of his life gaming her. There is no free lunch when it comes to sex.

Briffault’s Law proves sexual barter for male money, status, and power is hardwired into the female psyche, and that paying for it up front rather than “financing” it with relationships and marriage then suffering a massive “balloon payment” at the end is the best choice for the modern man in America. This is especially true with the institution of the frivorce rape and child support slavery schemes currently plaguing the land.

I believe prostitution (already the oldest human profession and one that is never going away) absolutely should be legal nationwide for two consenting adults in a society that has abandoned sexual mores that build up a society rather than those that tear it down. Nevada is the only state in The Matrix to realize criminalizing normal sexual behavior and demonizing Johns isn’t very productive.

Ok, now that we have the background and rationale aside, how was the experience?

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Sex is everywhere in America – the media uses it to sell product while at the same time villainizing those who actually buy it

Walking In

After passing “Speed Limit 69” signs on the way into the compound and parking, the first thing a man notices is an inviting exterior and an iron gate surrounding the brothel. There is signage which says to ring the bell. I rung it 2 or 3 times since it took a moment for someone to respond and it was a cold, snowy Nevada night. Then out pops a young man who welcomes me to the Ranch and buzzes me in the gate.

I later learned they have the gate to keep out wives and girlfriends who aren’t sexually satisfying their husbands or boyfriends. It’s so nice to realize that in Nevada, at least, men have sex available at anytime and don’t have to tolerate frigid Anglo women.

I walk in, the host rings a bell and instructs all the girls to come down to the lobby to do a lineup. About a dozen or so women, ranging from SMV 5 to SMV 8 walk down and introduce themselves to me. Ah, for once in a man’s life he gets to do the choosing. How awesome is that?

I choose a pretty girl who was beaming with a pretty smile from the moment we made eye contact, let the other ones go back to their rooms and she proceeds to show me around the premises. I spend maybe $50 on shots and other drinks as I get to know this girl. Drink prices are actually pretty reasonable as I drank a lot with her.

Here’s what was most surprising about the evening. She was a genuinely classy and interesting girl to talk to. It’s amazing that I found this prostitute to be more interesting and engaging to talk to and spend time with than 90% of American women I meet. She didn’t hate me for having normal sexual desire. She didn’t judge me. And yes, we talked about several topics other than sex.

Look, I’m no chump and I realize much of the pleasant conversation is an act on her part, but as we both start getting liquored up I can tell my charm is working on her and she really warms up to me. I’m having a great time already. We down a few Patron shots and a few Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey shots and I immediately know this will be a night to remember.

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A good time was had by all on this visit

Our “Party”

The Bunny Ranch calls the hookup a party.

Obviously, I wanted to do this chick since I picked her out from the line-up of girls. After an hour or so of talking and drinking, I agree to let her show me her room. We enjoy some nice pillow talk and some cuddling, and she asks me what I want to do. I tell her I want a GFE (girlfriend experience) and she responds she does anything except anal, to which I responded “No problem!” because I want pussy. I’ve never been a fan of anal.

I had to do some negotiating to get her down to a $200 fee, which I felt was more than reasonable because in my Beta days I would spend more money than that on dates with women and get nothing but a hard time out of them while some other guy came over and fucked them. Nice guys finish last, never forget that.

I almost never pay for sex but I knew that was the nature of the business I was entering, and I wanted to patronize a cause I fully support – legalized prostitution. Plus, that price included a cozy bedroom and by this time it was clear this girl was going to take her time with me and show me a really good time. She wasn’t just going to take my money and leave me with a case of blue balls or rush me.

I really enjoyed the interaction with her, a rarity when it comes to the hateful women of Anglo America. I will give readers one word of advice: Guys, if you are going to bang a chick in a whorehouse you still have to do some screening because there are women who will take your money and leave you sexually frustrated. Most often that won’t be the case, but don’t be a chump.

We head back to her room and she undresses for me. Out come two beautiful breasts, a nice ass, and a flat stomach. Again, rarities in Anglo America. We make out for a few minutes then she tells me to get on the bed. Condoms are required by Nevada law, so she puts one on me. She proceeds to give me an awesome oral delight, and then we enjoy several positions fucking on her noisy bed. All the while, she’s telling me “Fuck me harder…” so I proceed to do just that. Apparently, she likes it rough. So do I. I look over the left to see a mirrored wall and can’t help notice how good we look together, coupled and at that particular moment, in the missionary position.

We finish up, and I am feeling great. She did not rush me, and made my satisfaction her priority. This girl had a great body, she was good in bed, and her personality really made the “party” worth the price. After looking at some photos on her cell phone and talking with each other for another half hour or so, we return to the lobby, smoke a couple of cigarettes, exchange numbers…and I kissed her good night.

This unique experience, my first time in an American whorehouse was about like every other sexual relationship I have had, except it was more convenient for me with no baggage to deal with afterwards. A few questions occur to me.

Why is this normal human interaction so vilified in America? Why are Johns having their lives destroyed and livelihoods taken away after the police state slaps them with criminal records, making it hard for them to get a job for simply renting a girl to bust a nut with? Why are Johns being shamed for wanting sex in a society in which women give them nothing but contempt and loneliness for their hard work? Is sex really that sacred? Is maintaining women’s power over men an objective of oppressive sex laws?

My experience with a legal prostitute at Moonlite Bunny Ranch seemed so normal and natural, two consenting adults enjoying each other for mutual pleasure. I enjoyed the sex and she enjoyed getting the money. Why is it okay for the media to use sex to sell product but it’s evil for men to pay for actual sex?

I find it amazing that sex has become such taboo in a society that considers itself to be sexually liberated, “progressive” and enlightened. At least there’s one place in the States (and about three dozen other brothels in Nevada) where that Puritanical attitude is not the case. As stated above, there was no difference in this and the well over 100 other sexual relationships I’ve had except in this case, a token exchange of money was involved.

In short, a man owes it to himself to experience this place, if nothing else to see the criminalization of sex in America is absolutely insane. Moonlite Bunny Ranch is highly recommended by Relampago.

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Stories from the Road: Visiting a White Girl Strip Club

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My jarring experience in an American strip club, after spending over a year abroad

Daddy Rabbit’s, Paper Moon and Pure Pleasure | Richmond, VA
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I’m back in The Matrix for a quick visit to family and friends before I return to my haven from Anglo American insanity in the Caribbean. I have some spare time on my hands, so I wander on down to a titty bar the other day in an East Coast city to kick back, relax, throw down a few Yuengling beers and watch some titties and ass bouncing around. You know, typical guy thing.

As usual, because my instincts are honed when it comes to having a good time, I head to the “bad part of town” because that’s where the best strip clubs usually are. I see black chicks walking around outside the stores and restaurants in this neighborhood, so I feel like I’m safe and I’ll be having a good time soon, just as I did days earlier when I stopped off on Downman Road in New Orleans. (If you haven’t had the black strip club experience, you need to.) I manage to end up in a strip club that has nothing but white chicks. It’s about 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I think, fine, I’ll hang out here and see what happens.

Here’s what I remember about the experience.

Being taken out of Latin America by plane and dropped into the middle of Anglo America is culturally like being taked out of a warm, comfy bath and dropped into ice water. As I told a Peruvian guy who I met that day, las chicas aqui son frias, i.e. the women here are ice cold. He completely agreed and we further agreed it was the culture more than anything else.

While talking to him, a couple of white girls came around offering dances and VIP ripoffs to a customers sitting around me. I, of course listened to what they had to say to some guys who were obviously regular customers. As they started talking, what were the topics? Career. (Of course.) Shopping. Eating out. Jobs. What material goods she and her friends have and how she’s plotting her strategy to competitively consume with these people. What she wants to have materialistically.

All the programming via social engineering and the media seems to be still working, untarnished in my absence of over a year.

Other thoughts. It’s the strangest thing for a straight man to see a chick naked in front of him and experience the following:

  1. Thinking how strange the skin color looks (totally white).
  2. Thinking how very little tits and ass these girls have compared to what girls in Latin America have.
  3. Thinking how cold their attitudes were towards me and other customers.
  4. Experiencing a latent feeling of resentment (which I hid with a smile) towards the women, to the point of not wanting to tip them.

I didn’t give them a single $1 bill. I just drank, and looked on, bored really. Maybe it’s because I’ve been getting more ass than a toilet seat over the past few years, but maybe there’s another factor too.

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Las chicas aqui son frias…that’s what I thought as I sat and watched women take off their clothes in Anglo America

Closing Thoughts

I know all women are in strip clubs for cash, but white chicks’ personalities are so frigid and they have so mistreated me as well as most friends and male acquaintances I’ve known throughout my life they’ve become the equivalent of walking bags of protoplasm to me. Asexual, difficult personalities, self-absorbed, too K-selected to be much fun but somehow taking off their clothes for a living. No conversation beyond lame attempts to sell me a dance and extract some money from my wallet. Typical. I know I’m nothing but a walking, talking utility to you but at least try to have a little humanity, girls.

I hang out for a few hours to try and give the place a chance but decide to wander off to another club I saw on Google Maps when I searched strip clubs.

The second place had mostly Latinas and black chicks, and if nothing else I had some interesting conversations with the dancers who were much friendlier and “warmer” people than the white girls in the other club. The mood of the second place wasn’t as “frio” as the other one.

I actually met a Latina (Mexicana) who was originally from California who was very fun to talk to for a couple of hours. Even though I could tell she has been tainted by her experience in a materialistic, male-hating culture, she still retained some of the Old World charm I’ve grown very fond of over the past decade of being in and out of Latin America. Of course, she wanted to sell dances too but at least I got some sort of human interaction from her. Same deal with the black chicks in there.

I tried a third place in town and it ended up being the same as the other two.

That said, I don’t think the fact white chicks are so dull in strip clubs is race as much as it is culture. Anglo culture pedestalizes women and white women are the most coddled and privileged individuals on this entire planet. Having a K-selected behavioral reportoire also means they are more cunning and less caring when it comes to men. All this is of course, my opinion, based on a lifetime of careful observation.

But in an already jarring experience coming back to The Matrix for a visit, the white strip club visit really seemed to confirm how disjointed and mercenary relations between the sexes have become in 21st century America. It was bizarre. I’m not a hard person to talk to or get along with, yet I felt completely out of place in the white strip club and just thinking to myself how did our women become this bad? Have they always been this bad?

Can’t wait to get back on the plane outta here.

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