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Stoeng Meanchey

26 February 2007 by dwb

If you are ever passing through Cambodia, and trust me when I say there is no real reason you would, and you want to have your heart broken or play the good tourist and donate to some great organizations, look no further than this Hell hole.

Stoeng Meanchey is on the outskirts of Phenom Penh and hundreds, if not thousands of people, many of them children, sift through the garbage here all day to scavenge enough to maybe make $1 USD.

I spent the day here shooting pics and I can tell you first hand that the smell and almost unbearable. The gasses in the air, the smoke from the flames and the dust floating in the air made it almost impossible to breath. I can only imagine the damage that is being caused to their health while working here.

There are several orphanages in the area that will take this children in, educate them, give them health care and keep them out of this garbage pit. It only cost a few hundred bucks a year per child if you want to help, so if you want to do your part, do some research and help one of these kids or go there and see it for yourself. It will change your life if you do.

Here are a few snaps I took that day:

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Eating tarantulas

25 February 2007 by dwb

I have been on a long needed mini-vacation, but reality struck me hard on my first day back on the grind when I rolled into Thailand to find that several of my DVDs are being bootlegged on the streets. :-( God damn this place! As if it’s not difficult enough, now I have to explain to the girls why their movies are selling in their country, after I told them it never would.

Anyway… my little brother and I have been running around Asia checking out temples, beaches and whores for the past 2 weeks and have had a blast. He had his first 3 way and we both got sun burned after a full day boating around the Phi Phi Islands. Somehow we ended up in Cambodia and spent a few days eating “Happy Pizza” while running around like fools at Angkor Wat.

Good times.

So now I’m sitting in a room with a broken air-con and little piss ants crawling all over the table where I’m typing, and wondering if these little fuckers will ruin my laptop if they get inside of it, or will the heat of the laptop just cook them alive. Speaking of cooking alive, while we were out and about we munched on crocodile meat, silk worms and even a fried tarantula!!! Believe it or not the tarantula tasted pretty damn good, much like BBQ. Eating tarantula seems to be something normal of parts of South East Asia. Go figure.

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Monks, Life and Happy Pizza

24 February 2007 by dwb

Some of you may or may not know that I am fluent in Khmer. One of the days we were at Angkor, I ran into the old man you see about and shot the shit with him all day long.

What a wise old man he was. We talked about everything including where to find the “happy pizza” that we would eat the next day. He was a very cool monk.

I love taking photos here because the contrast of the Monk’s orange robes against the dark stone on the temples is amazing. We shot a ton of photos that day but I’m too lazy to load them all up, so here are two.

Oh… and I’m not really fluent in Khmer but he did speak enough English to direct us to the Happy Pizza.

That is another story.

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I hate you Thai monkey!

28 December 2006 by dwb

I have a new Sony VX2100 video camera and I had it in my carry on when I left Thailand the last time. It’s on my person, padded, and protected, what can go wrong?

First of all, Suvarnabhumi Airport (the new airport) is beautiful. However, saying that it is 1/2 way between Pattaya and Bangkok is a crock of shit. It shaves off maybe 20 minutes from going to the old airport.

Besides the stories of corruption where millions were swindled by the Thais who were building the place, they went all out on the design and build. However, one issue I have (besides the large signs everywhere inside the airport pointing to the Muslim Prayer Rooms as you depart and go to your plane), is that they allow you to walk through security, get drinks & buy Duty Free items, and then they take them from you before you board the plane. This is Thai idiocy at its best.

Then, after the main security they do another security check right before you get on the plane, and it’s by hand. They look at everything and tear your just re-packed bags apart. Again.

The inconsiderate monkey who dug into my bag tore it to shreds like a starved animal in search of food. Then he piled it all up and literally jumped in the air to put his weight onto my bag to make it all fit. I shit you not. I heard a “crack” and some other noise and screamed at him, pushing him off my bag. In typical Thai idiot fashion, he laughed and said, “no pom-pem.” He then tore into my second bag. I was considering tearing his throat out but figured his meaningless life was not worth wasting mine.

After the bag rape, I didn’t have time to open everything back up and actually check all the items for damage, but I knew something broke. I heard it. I thought it was a piece of carved wood that I was bringing home as a gift.

Guess again.

I just unpacked to find out that cricket eating, uneducated, United Airlines employee actually cracked the mic on the VX2100 and smashed in a button so it is no longer active.

Nothing else in the bag was broke, the “crack” was the camera that cost more than his entire village.

I am so pissed off right now, I would literally burn down his entire village if I knew exactly where it was.

That reminds me…

Thailand’s New Years is called Songkran, and it’s a water festival. I think I blogged about it before.

I was filming Mr. Kincade last year and as we walked past a group of girls I asked them to please not throw water on me because I had my camera. All of them was cool and said OK but was I was passing, this one flea bag whore said, “I don’t care” and dumped an entire bucket of water onto my VX2100 video camera. I don’t recall much after that other than seeing red and wanting to snap her neck. Maybe I did grab her by her neck, I don’t recall now. Have to ask Kincade.

“I don’t care!” She said. What kind of a person do such a thing? Again, this herpes and hepatitis infected whore was probably raised in a shack but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t taught to respect other peoples property. That is the same as me going to her parents thatch roof house and catching it on fire. They would cry and say “please, it’s our only house” and I would say “I don’t care!” and torch it with a smile on my face. Then skin that whore alive and pour rubbing alcohol all over her.

Some of the people in Thailand never ceases to amaze me, and just when you think they can’t out-dumb themselves, they totally go above and beyond the call of duty to prove you wrong. And don’t think it’s just the Thais, because many of the foreigners who visit or live there are just as bad.

Where’s Bird Flu and SARS when ya need it?

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Virgins & Big Toes

01 August 2006 by dwb

Yea, I’ve been slacking but I slept with a 19 year old Filipina Virgin last night to make up for it. God bless the Philippines.

Anyhoo… lots has been going on since I was attacked by a soi dog. The FBI started doing 2257 record inspections and so far 3 DVD companies have been inspected. From what I hear all passed but we both know that all it’s going to take is one company to not have to together and it’s going to be a feeding frenzy.

I’m confident I would be OK during an inspection, but how nervous would that be to have the FBI in your home or office looking through your shit?

Another soi dog rolled into town and has been spreading his seed across the Kingdom. Jimmy is in town and it’s been two years since he was here. He deserves his own post so I will get to that soon. Stand by for his story.

A very evil big toeMy ingrown toenail is back. That was the downer of the week. I think when I get back to the USA I’m going to bite the bullet and have it cut out for good. The entire nail gone. I have endured pain like a person should never have to endure with this nail getting clipped in Colombia twice and Thailand four times… no numbing, just some girl in a salon with clippers and my puss filled toe… and yet here it is again.

At this point it may hurt less to just get the toe amputated.

“But then you can’t walk” is what you are saying now, but since I’m on it let me tell you a story about the last time I slept with a virgin.

I lost my virginity to my high school sweetheart and she was missing her big toe. Apparently her father was cutting the grass on his riding lawn mower and had her in his lap. Well, she fall off and her little leg went under the mower and somehow only her big toe was cut off. Truly a miracle. She walks fine and has perfect balance so the myth about losing your balance without a big toe is busted. My God was that girl sexy with a huge set of milky tits that were way too big for her age. Good times. :-) I’d pay good money to hit that again.

That is probably a lot of info for you to process so I will leave you alone for a bit to figure it all out. I’m going to bed to dream about sleeping with virgins with big tits, but I will probably end up having nightmares about giant big toes. I hate when I have that dream.

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Off the rails in Phnom Penh

27 April 2006 by dwb

I went to Phnom Penh, Cambodia for a few days of total debauchery and danger.

We went to the shooting range where we shot AK-47s, Tommy Guns, M16s, threw some hand grenades and even shot at a cow with some sort of rocket launcher.

$30 per 100 bullets. $30 per grenade. $200 for the rocket. $300 for the cow. Free steak dinner after the shoot… priceless. ;-)

That night we went out in search for some young tail that was around 18 – 19 years old. We ended up in some dark and filthy slum where we were offered 8 – 11 year old girls by some shady dude who looked like he wanted to cut our throats. We kindly declined and moved onto girls who actually had pussy hair and tits.

Once we found older girls, it was the typical wham bam, thank you mam, hope you don’t get pregnant, catch ya later routine. All for the low price of $20.

You can get $4 “taxi girls” on the side of the road sitting in shacks. These are mostly for locals, who only pay $3, but if you find one that does run from you when you pull up… it’s a cheap pump and dump if one were so inclined.

This photo is one of the places we were taken to where they paraded little girls out for us. It was literally in the middle of a horrible slum somewhere in the city. We had to walk for about 10 minutes or so through the slum, just to get to this little place. Through tiny walkways where sewers were spewing into it. In-between a few buildings where we literally had to walk through sideways so we would fit. It was crazy and scary. Stupid really. Then after all of that, they took us to a child prostitution shack. As a tip, don’t ask for “small ladies” in Cambodia unless you’re looking for kids, as we found out the hard way that is what it means.

What may have been a little more unnerving than walking to the place was walking out of it. After we declined their little girls, I had this feeling in my stomach that maybe we had seen something we shouldn’t have and because we didn’t partake, it may cause problems for us. But it didn’t and they took us out of there and onward. Creepy. Very creepy. And sad.

What I did find odd about the child prostitutes was, they were Vietnamese and not Cambodian. I assume they were kidnapped or bought from poor Vietnamese families. I’m not sure if they do this to their own girls or not, but this f-shack was 100% Vietnamese. Or so they said. I can only hope they shut all of these places down.

OK, that was a downer. Lets change the topic.

The next night I spent some time in search of shrooms but was sadly defeated. I wanted to eat some and run around the city until I got mugged. Probably would not have had to go far, a lot of the city is pretty shady once the sun goes down. Any place that will sell you a little girl and let you shoot rockets at cows, will not think twice about gutting you for a dime. Maybe less.

Cambodia sticks it to you with a $25 entry AND a $25 exit fee. But I guess after you blew a few hundred bucks to shoot a rocket at a cow, $50 is no big deal.

I’m glad I missed the cow though. It’s not as easy as you’d think to shoot one of those things.

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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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Uhhh… Lunch?

26 March 2006 by dwb

I have no idea what kind of fish this is, but it was our lunch and it was pretty freakin’ nasty.

It wasn’t as bad as the snake blood we drank or the dog we ate, but it was right up there. In fact, if I could have chased this down with snake blood, it would have made my day.

I think maybe it would not have been so bad if I did not have to look at it just sitting there. Serve it to me ready to eat for Christ sake!!! Nobody wants to look at this shit before they eat it. Clean it up and present it in a manner that gives just a small illusion that it is edible.

How do you eat it? You rip off some of the fish, get some greens and some of the other shit on the table, and roll them up in wet rice paper, making some sort of chewy, fishy Mekong river taco.

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The Mekong Delta

26 March 2006 by dwb

We spent the day wearing rice hats (like the one you see here) and boating around the Mekong river. I actually took this photo from the back of the boat.

Many of you know of this river from the Vietnam War and war movies like Apocalypse Now.

From what we were told, the area we were in saw a lot of fighting between the US Navy and Viet Cong Guerrillas.

I sure as shit would not have wanted to fight here as you can not see anything on the banks, and the water is brown so you can not see what is 1 inche in the water. Talk about being a sitting duck. You are totally blind on all sides. Scary stuff.

There are really no words to describe just how thick the jungle is here. I am not exaggerating when I saw that like the water, you can’t see a single inch into it. This is something I’ve never given real thought to until today.

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Vietnam is hot as hell

25 March 2006 by dwb

Yesterday, the heat index it was 119 degrees. For normal guys like you and me, that is fucking hot.

Seriously, it’s not even funny how hot it was, but I’m going to make a few bad jokes about it anyway.

One could say that the heat burns worse than a bad case of gonorrhea.

Or that it is hotter than a set of rims and a Nelly concert.

Others may say that you could fry an egg on the sidewalk or simply that it is a scorcher.

I prefer “hot as hell.” This would be the most accurate of them all.

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Drinking snake blood in Vietnam

24 March 2006 by dwb

Only in Vietnam can you eat a dog and a snake in the same day.

Against our better judgment, we stopped at snake restaurant (yes, they have those here) to buy a snake, kill it, and drink its blood for power. Or something like that.

The crazy looking Vietnamese man who owned the joint took us to the back and let us choose the snake. Of course if we’re going to do this, we’re going big, so we pointed to the biggest looking fucker they had. He said our choice was a poisonous snake, but fuck if I know. When your drinking snake blood, a snake is a snake.

All I can really say about what happened here is that it’s all fun and games until you almost vomit and snake blood literally shoots out of your nose as you gag. It’s not a pleasant experience, trust me on this one.

The blue pill looking thing you see in one of the photos below is the snake’s gall bladder. Yea, really. The person who pays for the snake is the lucky fuck who gets to eat it. Sometimes it sucks ass being the boss. And while you don’t actually chew the gal bladder, you just swallow it with a drink of blood. Then you can take the rest of the snake home to skin and eat the meat.

I passed on the gall bladder and gave the meat to my Vietnamese friend. I gotta draw the line somewhere. We were only here for the snake blood, and that’s as far as either one of us are willing to go today.

What does it taste like? Well, they mix the snake blood with rice wine so it has a little bit of an alcohol taste, but make no mistake about it, you clearly taste the blood. Ever have your nose busted and had the blood pour down your throat? Remember that taste? It’s like that, plus rice wine, plus snake funk, with just a hint of good old fashioned Vietnamese communism.

There are more photos of this, but Bin took them and his camera was stolen a few hours later. Yea, really. I just snapped these on my camera. Now I’m wishing I had shot them all.

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Eating dog in Vietnam

24 March 2006 by dwb

If you have ever been to Thailand, one of the first things you will notice (besides the awful stench blowing out of the street drains) is the insane amount of stray dogs running around. There are too many to count.

Some dogs will even walk right out into traffic and lay down in the middle of the street. Many of them won’t even get up when the horns honk at them. These are suicidal dogs. Until I came to Thailand, I had no idea dogs actually wanted to die and made attempts to do so.

Stray dogs are everywhere in Thailand. Foreigners usually call them “soi dogs.” In Vietnam, they are called “food.”

In the short amount of time I’ve been in Vietnam, I’ve yet to see a single stray dog. Not one.

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Goooooooood Morning Vietnam!

21 March 2006 by dwb

Bootleg Bin and I are in Vietnam. Hell yea!

The local money is called Dong. Really.

We landed in Saigon (now called Ho Chi Mihn City) and right out of the gate we got fucked up on our entry as we were missing a stamp on our Vietnam visas. We ended up in a pale green office with bad overhead lighting, explaining that it was an honest mistake on behalf of the Vietnamese Embassy in Bangkok. I thought maybe they were trying to scam us for a few extra dollars, and maybe they did, but it was only a few bucks and they let us go.

First, let me tell you one thing about the language here… forget it. I am pretty quick to pick up on basic language from just about anywhere but here, I’m totally lost. I can say “hello” and “thank you.” That’s it.

As with any city, any area that deals with tourists usually has a decent grasp of English, but if we venture off the beaten path here, this may be difficult unless it all starts making sense to me.

Being the international whore monger that I am, the seedy part of Saigon was whispering my name, so we sent off in search of some Vietnamese women who wanted to take our dong. See what I did there?

We found out that they’ll also take our dollars, and we had plenty, so our Dong was a waste. It took a little while to track down some quality tail, but we did and it was only $60 US Dollars for some grade-a, 18 year old, Vietnamese poontang. I’d also like to note that their pussy was not lined with razor blades.

I will discuss the intimate details of this poontang later. Right now I want to talk about how clean this city is. It’s incredibly clean. Parts of Saigon are very hip.

It has a vibe to it, rather than a bunch of people fighting to survive. While I’m sure that ugliness is right around the corner somewhere, I haven’t seen it yet.

Vietnam wants your dong and she wants it bad.

I will also add that the quality of gifts and shopping here is way better than most of Thailand’s poor grade tourist crap and copied garbage. There is some serious shopping here, way more than I expected. “You buy now!”

Before I go, I want to comment on the name of the city. It’s weak. “Saigon” is such a kick ass name. “Ho Chi Mihn City” is a second rate name. There is something going on in South East Asia where everyone is changing the best names, like Siam, Burma, and Saigon. All bad ass names. Now they are Thailand, Myanmar, and Ho Chi Mihn City. I’m sure there are many others who dropped the name ball, but those are the ones that come to mind right this second.

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Hollywood crack motel

02 March 2006 by dwb

11:12am – Someone starts banging at my door at the crack hotel I’m staying in. Since I did not go to sleep until 7am, there had better be news of death or world destruction when I open it.

I was close, it was the Indian that was put on this earth to make my life in LA a living hell.

This twinkle toed cock sucker tells me that my “time is up” and that I needed to “take a break” and come back tomorrow. When he first told me this was going to happen 6 days ago I thought he was joking just to get a rise out of me. It turns out he was a serious as a case of dick cancer.

So I’m standing butt ass naked in the doorway of this shitty place trying to explain to this odd looking person that it is a motel and that motels make money by filling them to capacity as often as they can. Since I was literally the only person staying in the hotel for the past few days, I then went into detail explaining to him how poorly they conducted business.

It all fell of deaf ears because second I was done speaking, he told me to give him the key and he would see me tomorrow.

I laughed and tried to explain to him that once I leave and check into another place, I will not be returning. His reply was “very well, I will see you tomorrow then” and then walked of with the key.

After watching him wobble away, I packed up, left, and moved to another crack hotel down the street which is also operated by Indians. Just all part of the cosmic joke I guess. If they start with me, I will shit all over the room and move to the Extended Stay 20 minutes away.

Right about now you are wondering, “why in the fuck is he staying in crack motels?”

The answer is simple. I can sleep anywhere, and these crack motels just happen to be a one minute drive from our office. To stay in a nicer place, I would have to drive 20 minutes, which is not a big deal in the afternoon, but after you’ve been working all day and night, the last thing I want to do is drive any distance at 5am as I’m falling asleep. If I only use the room to shit, shower, shave, and sleep, it serves it purpose. But the Indians have to go.

The good news is, I believe a Motel 8 is being built just around the corner. I’m looking forward to staying there.

Hell is… trying to get a full eight hours sleep in an Indian owned crack motel.

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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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Crack hotel blues

24 February 2006 by dwb

As I mentioned before, I’m staying at a crack hotel in North Hollywood. Not that I can’t afford a better place, well maybe I can’t, but its right down the street from where I am working 18 hour days getting these new sites and affiliate program off the ground.

The Indians who run my hotel are fucking with me almost daily. The will only let me pay for two days at a time and then call me at 11am to come down to pay more on the third day, after I did not go to bed until 6 or 7am and have asked them repeatedly to not bother me until 3pm. I spoke to the manager and he said he would let me pay one week at a time now, so today that is what I attempted to do.

I told the Indian working there that I was going to stay for two more weeks now because my job was taking longer than planned. He told me with a straight face that I can not stay for two consecutive weeks and that I could only stay for one week, then I would have to check out for one full day and then come back the next day to stay the secondĀ  week.

He didn’t look like he was fucking with me, but anything is possible. It’s hard to trust a guy who is talking to you and at the same time his head is moving like a wobble doll.

I’m already aggravated with these people so I just say “OK” and try to pay for the week. Not so fast! He will only let me pay for six days and not the full week! That’s a day short for those of you with a learning disability.

Maybe he is fucking with me.

It’s too close to the office and I am too lazy to change hotels right this minute, so if I don’t murder him, I’m going to have to put up with his shit.

One thing that I have been doing, since he has been terrorizing me, is every morning when I roll in around 6 or 7am and he is still sleeping in the office, I wake him up. I make up an excuse to need him. Toilet paper, soap, towels… what ever. I just wake that asshole up every chance I get for the non-sense he is putting me through.

I wish I had my camera with me or I would show you some pics of this shit hole and the numb nut Indians running the joint.

Now that I’m thinking about it, I may kill him tonight. I’ll let you know how it works out.

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Taco Bell ass wiper

18 February 2006 by dwb

We were at Taco Bell tonight, eating healthy like we always do, and this old guy walks up to us and comments on how cold it was.

He looked like he could be homeless, insane at the very least. Whatever he was, he was one of “those” guys.

We acknowledge his comment with a friendly nod and he starts to walk away, ripping a very loud, wet fart as he does. It stops him dead in his tracks.

So there we are waiting on our food, and this guy who just sharted, walks up to the counter, grabs some napkins and wipes his shitty ass right there in front of everyone. He looks at the napkin, sees the shit, then tosses it in the trash bin. Fucking nasty ass old crazy fuck.

I don’t know which is more disturbing, the fact that he just shit himself and wiped his ass in front of everyone, or the fact that nobody seemed to care that he did.

Speaking of nasty fucks, I have been staying at a crack motel. I have been there a week now and I have yet to have my room cleaned, get a new towl or a new roll of toilet paper. The room is complete with full, beat up 1960’s decor. It makes want to hit the pipe and bang street whores. I don’t actually smoke crack, but I will fuck whores in this motel, no doubt about it.

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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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My brazilian whore

28 January 2006 by dwb

Today I found another old photo on my computer that made me laugh. I’ll share the story with you because it’s a funny one.

I was in Brazil with a couple of world class whore mongers two years ago and we ended up in the north in a place called Itapua, which is near Salvador. We were chilling out on the beach one day, drinking up a storm, soaking in the sun and flirting with the girls as they walked by. All locals. We were the only tourists on this beach. It was great.

The girl in the photo was hanging out with us and eventually we ended up back in my room and my raw cock inside of her. Every time she made me cum, she would get me hard again, then get me off, again. She literally drained my balls for two days. We ordered room service when we got hungry, and fucked until we could not fuck anymore. It was glorious.

My Portuguese is limited so I really didn’t know what she was going on about once she started speaking quickly, but on day three, she wanted to go out that night, and that was fine with me. To be honest, I couldn’t fuck anymore.

That night we go out and she keeps trying to take us somewhere in this little town. One road led to another and we ended up in a fairly slummy part of town. Having already been mugged in this town, I was little uneasy, but went along like a moron anyway.

As we got closer, I noticed we were walking up to a whore house. A big one. It had two floors, loud music and photos all over the outside to showcase the girls inside. My girl runs up to the front and points to the largest photo in the group, it is her.

Shit.

My girl, the one I had been raw dogging for two days straight, was the main whore in the entire whore house. She had the biggest photo outside and was apparently the star attraction.

If you’ve ever had one of those “what the fuck have I done” moments, then you know exactly what was going through my head. I had been banging the biggest whore in the entire city without a rubber.

I guess I met her during a holiday, because I never saw her again after that night. All I have to remember her by is this photo, a receipt for Cipro and Zithromax, and the fond memory of drippy dick.

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A great Thai whore

17 January 2006 by dwb

I was looking through old folders on my computer today and I came across this Thai whore.

Ae was one of the first scenes we shot in Thailand years back and to this day is one of my favorite whores.

After we shot her, she was so horny that she wanted every single one of us to fuck her until she got off.

There were 4 of us that day… all dropped a load inside her little snatch one after another, some of us dropped a few loads.It was a several hour fuck fest and she ended up getting off a few times. The more cum that was dumped inside of her, the harder she would cum. It was hot.

I wish I could give awards to some of these whores, because the good ones deserve to be noticed and praised for their actions, which is usually above and beyond the call of duty.

Buddha bless good whores like Ae. They just don’t sell them like that anymore.

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