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Pretty Little Latinas 36

01 April 2006 by dwb

Oops, I was wrong. I thought Pretty Little Latinas #35 was the last of our Colombian adventures (and a Brazilian scene or two), but somehow I forgot about a few chicas.

This is Pretty Little Latinas 36, and it’s out now.

All I seem to think about anymore is Asian school girls, so I slip up when it comes to things like Colombian hookers.

I should be ashamed of myself. Seriously.

After checking it out, I can say without a doubt that there are some hot girls on this DVD and some smoking hot bareback sex to match.

This is a must have for fans of the Pretty Little Latinas series.

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Pretty Little Latinas 35

27 February 2006 by dwb

Third World Media is pumping out DVDs faster than I can shoot them.

Here is Pretty Little Latinas #35, shot in Colombia.

If memory serves, this will be the last DVD from Colombia because right after this was shot we were raided and all of our footage and gear seized by the policia. All of the other footage was shipped home before the raid and this is what your getting here.

This DVD is kind of personal to me because both of the cover girls were my private cum dumpsters for most of the time we were there. I rotated them every few days. The one on the left was a phenomenal whore. She was a coke head, as many are in Colombia, but she was simply fantastic and would massage my cock with her pussy after I would cum in her. True talent. I’d put that whore on the national flag if I was the president down there.

Good times.

I hope I didn’t make any babies.

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Pretty Little Latinas 34

13 February 2006 by dwb

And yet another DVD hits the streets. This one was also shot in Colombia last year, with a bonus scene from a bad ass girl from Brazil.

Pretty Little Latinas 34

There is a girl in this DVD named Shalaby, who is married, works in a brothel, and tells her husband that she is going to school, so he sends her money to do so. That guy is going to beat her scandalous ass if he ever sees this scene.

Another one of the girls in the movie has a boyfriend who is a policeman.

Both of them had zero problems taking raw cock and pussies full of cum.

God bless whores.

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Chest Full Of Latinas

22 December 2005 by dwb

Chest Full Of Latinas is yet another Latin release from Third World Media, but this one features, you guessed it… big tits!

You’d have to be a communist to not like this movie. Seriously.

I shot a few of the scenes in Colombia and the rest were shot in Brazil by someone else.

All of the girls are winners in the big natural tit category. The girl in the middle, you know… the one with the big tits, spent a few nights with me in Bogota and let me use her as a cum dump. It didn’t take me long to cum when I was watching those big floppy tits bounce everywhere. And did I mention those massive floppies are filled with milk? Yummy.

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Pretty Little Latinas 33

22 December 2005 by dwb

Pretty Little Latinas 33 was shot in both Colombia and Brazil, but I only shot the Colombian scenes and none of my girls made the cover.

I haven’t seen the final movie yet, but I know the scenes I shot for it are fun and hot. There is a blond in the movie that we shot in a short-time fuck hotel, and right after the shoot the police showed up.

The security of the hotel was cool and told us the police were alerted to “suspicious activity” taking place there and was searching all the rented rooms. We flipped the guy a few bucks to tell the police our room was empty, and that is exactly what he did.

There were a few of us in there, but we turned off the lights and group fucked in the dark until we got the “all clear” signal.

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Pretty Little Latinas 32

01 October 2005 by dwb

These guys work fast. I’m just home a few days and still wiping the shit from my pants from the police raid and they sent me the cover already of Pretty Little Latinas 32.

Sweet!

This video line is one of the hottest Latin lines out there IMHO, mostly shot in Brazil until now. We are very happy to be part of this series and take it to new countries.

We’re thinking about hitting Peru next. Gotta consult with Kincade and see what the great Oracle says. Or maybe we’ll just stick to Asia for a while.

This DVD hits the streets in 3 weeks, make sure you pick it up so our arrest was not in vain.

You can order direct by hitting them up here: Third World Media

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Busted

26 September 2005 by dwb

I knew this was going to happen the moment we met that little fucking Pimp kid. Even while trying to do the right thing and not work with him, the little fucker showed up the next day at our hotel with a few girls (who were over 18) in an attempt to pimp them out. Apparently he knew the taxi driver we were using and he brought that little fucker right back to us.

Here is a rough play by play of what happened.

At around 7:30am someone was knocking on my door. I’m naked, dazed and pissed off, but I get, turn on a light, wrap a towel around my bottom and walk over to open the hotel door. The moment I cracked it open, the force from the other side pushed it open as fast as they could. Within an instant, I was on the ground with what feels like boots on my neck, arms and legs, rendering me totally unmovable. There was fast, loud shouting in Spanish and I could see the barrels of a few large machine guns pointing at my head. Oh… my… God. I’m I being kidnapped? Is this the police? Am I going to die? All thoughts racing through my mind at a million miles a second. I came as close to shitting in my pants as a person can get, without actually shitting in their pants.

Colombian police raided our two hotel rooms SWAT style. About 20 military police and 5 or 6 more plain clothed special agents woke us up and turned our rooms upside down. Every pocket, every bag and every pillow case was checked as well as our computers and all our mini DVs that we had been shooting on.

During the process, we had no idea what was going on. After they slowed their speech down, I was able to understand they were there for the pornos and they left it at that.

We had two rooms, Derrick and I in one room, Kincade and Sand in the other. All the gear and mini DVs were in Kincade’s room, and the computer was in my room.

About 20 minutes after the raid on my room the phone rings. It’s kincade.

Kincade: Dude, are the police in your room?
Me: Yup.
Kincade: We’re fucked man.
Me: Did they find the camera?
Kincade: Yup. But they can’t figure out how to turn it on.
Me: Good, don’t show them. They will never figure it out.
Kincade: OK. You know Sand has weed, right?
Me: I do now. Yea, we’re fucked.
Kincade: I’ll call you back.
Me: OK, keep your cool. We’ll work through this.

20 minutes later my phone rings again.

Kincade: Dude, they figured out the camera and are watching the movies.
Me: Fuck!
Kincade: No worries though, the weed is hidden.
Me: OK, check back later.

About 30 minutes later, the phone rings yet again.

Kincade: They found the weed.
Me: That’s the good news I was looking for.
Kincade: See you at the jail boss.
Me: Yup.

After spending a few hours in the room, we were taken to a holding cell at the station.

We spent the next three days there. It was the longest three days of my life. No word of what the charges were. No phone calls allowed. No nothing.

On the last day, they come to the cell, open the door and tell us we are free to go. WTF!?!?

As it turns out, Colombia has a huge problem with pedophiles and people shooting child porn. When the pimp showed up at our hotel uninvited, the manager called the police as I’m sure it looked suspicious why a boy was coming to our hotel room with girls, who even though were over 18, they looked young.

The police came for us thinking we were fucking with kids. Of course we were not but they didn’t know that. They did a full investigation that took three days to confirm we were only shooting porn with legal models. Once they knew we were legit and their investigation was complete, they let us go but kept our gear. I was told we will get it back later but I’m not going to hold my breath on that one. Truth be told, I could care less, I have my freedom. The police didn’t give a shit about the weed, but kept it anyway.

I thought we were locked with the key tossed away, but they later said they could care less about the girls we had shot as long as they were of legal age. They were only there looking for pedophiles or child pornographers, which we are not, so we were free. They said shooting legal models there was not a problem, but I’ve had my fair share of fun in Cali, Colombia and it’s time to move on.

As we walk out of the station, Kincade turns to me and says, “where to now boss?” I didn’t know if he was just that hardcore or if he didn’t really fully understand the situation we were in. Either way, he’s a fucking Storm Trooper.

This was the 2nd most scary moment of my life. The 1st was in Venezuela a few years ago with my brother when we were taken off a bus in the Andes mountains (on the Colombia / Venezuela border) at gun point by guerrillas. They took all the men off the bus, lined us up and pointed guns at us while the leader checked our documents. It was without a doubt a shit your pants moment. In the end they let us all go but until we were put back on the bus, I thought death was just around the corner.

I think I’m going to check Colombia off my list of countries to shoot in. Eh, maybe not. What are the odds of this happening again? Right?

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Kids pimping kids

21 September 2005 by dwb

Derrick just flew in and we have been on the grind looking for a few DVD “box cover” type girls to shoot. We ended up by mistake in this scary, and I mean SCARY town about an hour or so out of the city where it is 100% black people. I’m talking purple blacks left over from the slave days. It wasn’t scary because it was full of blacks, it was scary because… well, it was dark and you couldn’t see them in the shadows, but you knew they were there looking at us because we were probably the only non-blacks to enter this little town in 50 years. I’d bet most of them have never even seen a white guy, until now.

Then they started surrounding us as if we had fallen from the sky. It was very creepy and a bit scary. As far as we knew, they were cannibals and dinner was just delivered.

We were told about a small bar in town where the whores were so off we went to do what we do. We pulled up to the place and I shit you not the translation of the name meant “The Little Monkeys.” Now, I don’t care who you are, that’s funny. How is anyone going to name a bar in a 100% black town anything to do with monkeys? That’s so wrong you can’t help but laugh. You can bet if there was a white man who came through this town before us, he owns that bar.

Anyhoo… it was time to move on and we got about 10 minutes outside of this little black town and was pulled over by the military police for a random check. Here in Colombia they do this all the time but tonight it was a small unit (10 – 15 guys) with HUGE machine guns, full camouflage outfits and war like face paint. It was very intimidating. This was our 3rd shake down in 3 days so we knew the drill… out of the car slowly, smile, they search you then the car, check your ID and your on the way. Only this time, dip shit Derrick didn’t have any ID on him so you can guess what happened next.

The military police told him it was illegal to travel without it within the country, and it is. They said he had to stay there while I went to get the passport. If I did not come back with it, he was going to jail. Being the smart gringo that I was I tried to bribe the main guy and all hell broke loose as I offended him. We later found out that this hard ass loves his job and has spent the last 17 years (count ‘em) living IN THE JUNGLE fighting militant groups and drug lords. He claims was one of the guys who brought down Pablo Escobar and has also trained in the USA with the Green Berets. 100% total bad ass, and I pissed him off. He could have killed me with his stare alone. In fact, I’d wager a lot of money that this dude could beat the shit out of Chuck Norris with one hand tied behind his back. Yea, he’s that big of a bad ass. At least he looks like one and talks the talk.

So after Sand cooled him down I was off to get the passport and it all worked out fine. 2 hours later we were off to the next town a little shaken from these guys. I don’t frighten easy and I was scared.

Once we got to the next small town we were in search of this Pimp everyone was telling us about. Word on the street is that this cat has the line on all the girls on town and was THE MAN to talk to. After an hour of searching for him, we found him. This “pimp” was only 15 years old and gay. This little boy was a fucking Pimp!!! Unreal. After we confirmed his girls were over the age of 18, I was still a little nervous about dealing with this dude, and went against my gut feeling, and off we went. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Regardless of what he said about his girls being over 18, he took us to meet about 20 girls and all but 2 were underage, some as young as 13. It was sad and heartbreaking to see such young girls for sale. We told him they all needed to be 18 and above, but there is no talking to a pimp of any age it seems. They never listen. Kids pimping kids… what has the world come to?

Apparently this town, which will go unnamed for obvious reasons, is the mecca for child prostitution and a 15 year old gay kid runs it all. Just when you think you have seen and heard it all, something like this comes along and leaves you speechless. When I was 15 I was skateboarding and jacking off in the basement of my parents house while looking at the Sears Catalog bra section. I can’t fathom running whores at that age. So sad.

Knowing the potential for a dangerous situation, we humored the guy for a little while and then went on our way. There are some things I will not be a part of and this is one of them.

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South American Pimps

20 September 2005 by dwb

Sadly, all of us in the industry deal with pimps for talent some time or another. It may be the person running the “model agency”, a boyfriend or sometimes a real pimp that owns the girls and controls their every move. No, I’m not talking about Tera Patrick’s husband Evan (who’s a pretty decent guy), I’m talking about REAL PIMPS, not wanna be pimps. I’m talking about Pimps that will smack the taste out of your mouth and shank you if you cross him.

Now we’re in Cali, Colombia and in a few hours I am meeting with a Colombian pimp to see his selection of girls. If I am lucky 2 or 3 of them will be cute enough to shoot and this pimp will not become a pain in my ass and cause problems. Many of the guys running girls in this city are also connected with a drug cartel so it’s one of those delicate situations where you don’t want to find yourself stepping on any shoes or you very well may end up floating in a river somewhere. Hey, this is Colombia, shit like that happens.

I have dealt with pimps all over the world at one time or another and nothing makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up more than the Pimps here. Some of them are just down right scary. I don’t like guns and don’t I like guys who will use them on me even more. Maybe I should just send Sand and Kincade to deal with this guy today. What’s the worst that could happen? Heh.

Yea, I’m scum. I know. Being a “good guy” didn’t pay the bills.

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Goat meat is the answer

19 September 2005 by dwb

I love to eat almost as much as I love to fuck. Almost. Not just any food that you put in front of me, but BAD food. Chocolate, pizza, French fries, ice cream… pretty much everything that will give me a heart attack.

For the past 4 weeks I have been living on shit food. Mostly pizza and chocolate bars because the food in Colombia is just horrible. You can only eat so much chicken and beef before you snap. The smell of these two meats make me want to vomit right now. I have eaten at least 100 birds and a few cows on this trip, I’m sure of it.

Maybe goat meat is the answer? I started drinking warm goat milk the other day it to be honest with you, it wasn’t that bad. Kind of thick, but really not bad. That reminds me, we have been trying to get Kincade to drink cow milk straight from the tit for a case of beer. That fucker will do just about anything for beer but for some reason he wont suck a cows tit. Go figure.

I hear there is a waffle restaurant somewhere in the city and that’s going to be my mission for today. A Belgium waffle with ice cream and strawberries on it. I’ve got 83% wood just thinking about it.

Step 1

Step 2

Step 3

Maybe it’s time to become a vegetarian.

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Full Metal Chaqueta

18 September 2005 by dwb

You have not lived until you’ve watched Full Metal Jacket in Spanish with someone who speaks Spanish and has never seen the movie before.

We’re in the hotel watching this classic flick and after the beginning where Sargent Gunnery Hartman is finished screaming bloody murder at the new recruits, Sand turns to me with a total dazed look on his face and says, “whoa man, I never hear someone talk so bad in all my life.” LOL It was classic. I wish I had a photo of his face.

If you’ve never seen this epic movie in English, check this clip out:

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Superfly

17 September 2005 by dwb

After having such a bad run of luck with the T-girls, we took a couple of days off and did some sight seeing. We wanted to get as far away from city people and chaos as possible, so after 5 military check-points and a few hours of driving, we were deep into the mountains in a sleepy mountain town that was freezing cold and drizzling rain. Cobble stone roads, small buildings and no white people. It was perfect.

We picked up some new threads today to blend in with the locals. Now we are so fly we can’t keep the mountain bitches off of us.

Bad Ass Kincade is too sexy for this.

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Colombian Transsexuals

15 September 2005 by dwb

If you have ever worked with T-Girls before, you may think many of them are a pain in the ass. Trust me, you do not know what a pain in the ass is until you have tried to work with a Colombian transsexual. There is a reason you see very few Colombian trannies showing up in DVDs and online. The smarter producer bypass these whack jobs and head to Brazil and Argentina, and truth be told, Brazil is full of nut job trannies as well but I’ve never seen anything like the fuck-ups we’ve encountered here.

It took us a long time to find guys insane enough to raw dog these T-Girls and now when I try to make the shoot happen, these fucking hormone unbalanced people go out of their way to mess it all up. I find guys to fuck them, I scout and find the T-girls, I round them all up and get them to the clinic so they can test for HIV (they all pass), and then when it comes time to shoot, they ALL flake in one form or another.

Even scouting them was a hassle. We had a brick thrown at our car, had a knife pulled on us, Kincade got punched. It’s been a cluster fuck just trying to talk to them.

Today was shoot #3 with a T-girl, the first two fell apart when they were a no show. At least this one showed up, but came 3 hours late and forgot her ID. I gave her taxi money (bad idea) to go back to her house and get it and we never saw her again. Her phone was turned off and the taxi money spent. Probably drugs. The crazy thing is that she does have an ID because we saw it when we first met.

It’s a shame I am not able to get these girls shot because some of them are stunning. 100% passable. A few Cuba Libres and you would never know the difference. Hell, even totally sober you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. They are hot, no doubt about it.

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Latin crack head

11 September 2005 by dwb

You just never know what your going to find walking along the streets in Colombia in the middle of the night.

This naked crack head was just walking around as if everything was normal. Though, looking back, perhaps everything was normal and we were the ones out of place. Now that I think about it, we should have shot this cracked out whore just for the sake of… shit, I dunno, for the sake of shooting something fucked up.

Wait, is she naked?

Hey baby, how much for a blow job?

On second though, this was probably a very bad area for us to be roaming around in. We’re probably lucky we were not robbed, killed or kidnapped.

A naked crack head Bigfoot?

Coming soon to BlackVaginaFinder.com. WARNING – only click that link if you’re down to see some of the nastiest hoes ever captured on film.

As you sit in the comforts of your room, maybe even thinking about the homeless people or crack heads where you live, can you think of any reason why this nut job would not only be naked, but so fucking dirty on top of it? I bet she hasn’t worn clothes in months. How can you just walk the streets naked and dirty like this in any country? How do you just lay down naked on the street and go to sleep? Madness. Makes you wonder what’s going through her mind, if anything at all.

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Bogota street justice

08 September 2005 by dwb

What a freakin’ night. As I walk out of the hotel Sand is getting robbed by 3 guys right on the street about 100 feet from the hotel door. He yells for me and the guys run when they see me coming. Not that I’m a scary dude but because the odds were no longer in their favor and they risk at least one of them being caught or hurt. Without even thinking if these guys had weapons or not and forgetting I’m in Colombia, I foolishly sprinted to his aid but two of them ran away as I charged, but one poor fucker was slow and we chased down and fucked him up.

While in Sao Paulo 2 years ago I met a guy who trained Military Police and other law officers hand to hand combat. He taught me a few simple moves to lock a person up by his wrist and arm, pin him down and keep him from moving. He made me do it over and over and over so I would never forget it and tonight, two years later I used it on this guy while Sand beat the living dog piss out of him for 3 or 4 minutes until the policia showed up. The whole time Sand is yelling for me to break his arm, and caught in the moment, I put all my weight on his wrist that was bent back to break it, but it wouldn’t fucking break! This dude is superman or something. Sand is BEATING HIS ASS and I’m trying to break his arm with all my might and the guy is just taking it all. Jacked up on some drug I’m sure, but fuck, his arm should still break.

The police arrive.

They cuffed this scum bag while I had him pinned and all the while Sand kept punching him in the face and the police did nothing to stop it. Finally, after wearing down, Sand takes a break and the cops toss the guy up against a wall, hands cuffed behind his back, and sit him up. They then take their night stick and stick it to his throat and start choking the guy! So here we are, right in the middle of Bogota, watching police choking a guy to death! Then, out of nowhere, the other cop starts kicking the guy in the face while the other cop is choking him! WHAT THE FUCK!

The dirt bag just starts to drift to sleep and they stop. They’ve done this before it seems. They choke him to the point of passing out and then stop. Then kick his ass some more before tossing him in the back of a police pick-up truck.

Sand walk up again while the guy is in the back of the truck and started nailing him some more while the cops did nothing. This poor guy literally got the living shit beat out of him.

The police let us go to the station with them to file the paperwork and we got to ride in the truck with the criminal while the cops still smacked him around a bit and Sand took a few cheap shots along the way.

We filed the papers and then the cops wanted to know what I thought about Michael Jackson, Katrina and Colombian women. Huh?

We took them out to a 24 hour chicken joint and got the skinny on some more quality whore houses in town. They also told us that if I would of snapped his arm the way I had him pinned, I would of spent AT LEAST 4 months in jail here. Shit. Thank God that guys arm didn’t break then. Talk about a uber backfire.

Word to the wise, don’t get caught robbing anyone in Bogota and don’t break any bones of the guy who is robbing you. Let the police do it for you.

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Bogota’s baddest bitches

07 September 2005 by dwb

Its raining here in Bogotá and it’s COLD. Bogotá is a mountain city and its always a little cool here but tonight is like December in Ohio cold. It’s freezing, I shit you not.

Anyhoo… we hooked up with a friend of Sands who is a local TV producer and he took us around tonight to some upscale private whore houses. Here the girls dress in nice dresses and it is not open to the public. He got us in and my eyes fell out of my head withing 30 seconds of walking in the door.

If you can, picture a Miss Universe contest where the most beautiful women on the earth are there. Now picture them Latin with long black hair and beautiful skin. Now picture them all staring at YOU wanting you and coming up to you, rubbing your cock outside your pants and whispering something in Spanish in your ear. They could of been telling me I was a fat, balding hunk of shit but it sounded so sexy I almost blew a load in my pants with each whisper.

These were top Colombian models and TV actresses who turn tricks with the wealthy for big bucks. $500+ USD and up was the price for ONE HOUR with these girls. Yes, they were that hot. Lucky for me I didn’t have $500 at the time because I may of been dumb enough to spend it. That is a huge leap from the normal $35 for an hour to nail normal Colombian girls in some of the locals whore houses.

We were asking some of them about making a video and the lowest price we got was… get this… $5000.00 USD. Yes, thats 5 grand!!!! Fuck me. That is just insane. But they were THAT hot. Do you remember the models with retards? Well, those chicks are not fit to wipe the asses of these chicks. Yes, that hot. I’ve never seen women so beautiful in all my life.

Like poor ass punks, none of us did anything with the girls and left with throbbing hard-ons. I’m sure Kincade is rubbing one off right now in his room as I type this. Actually, that just made me think. I should get a spy cam and stream it from his room every night just to show you guys how this guy likes to dry hump his pillow. OK, I’m getting off topic.

I have a shoot in the morning with a pretty girl with huge tits so I’m off to count Colombia sheep. I bet even the sheep are hot here. Uno, dos, tres, quatro . . . zzzzzzzzzzz

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Say What?

06 September 2005 by dwb

As we move to another city to track down a few guys who will bareback trannies in the ass, I find myself saying things that shock me as they leave my lips.

Let me share my top 10 favorites:

1. “I don’t have time to hang out in a strip club, I’m only here for the trannies. The women can wait.”

2. “No hookers for anyone until we find a pretty tranny with a working cock.”

3. “Do you want the tranny to cum in your ass or on your face?”

4. “Kincade, please don’t go and get drunk right now, I’m going to need your hard dick in a few hours.”

5. “Yes, I do think your pretty but I need to find some transsexuals first. Do you know any?”

6. “I swear I’m not gay or bi, its all for work. Honestly. Stop laughing. Hey, where are you going? I like girls. I love girls. OK… bye. I understand.”

7. “Sand, I need your hard cock over here right now. Rapido por favor!”

8. “Where are all the trannies? No? Donde esta la transvesties?”

9. (to hotel security) “Is it OK to bring girls to the room? Great… how about transsexuals? No? OK… bye.”

10. “I don’t ask for much. All I need is 10 shemales who can get hard and cum. Oh, and they have to be passable and be willing to take an HIV test and bareback on video.”

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