Tijuana
Oh. My. God.
Tijuana is ****ing INSANE. I stepped into a bar my first day there. It was kind of early. I just wanted to escape the street peddlers and pass the time with a beer.
You don't drink a beer in a Tijuana bar. You ask for a Corona and the guy brings you a bucketful. And he only charges you about as much as you'd pay for a single bottle in the states, so no complaints there. As if that weren't enough, there's usually a jackass or two with a bottle of Tequila who'll come up behind you without a word, tilt your head back, and empty half a bottle down your throat.
And the women. Dear god, I've never seen such beautiful women. And they'll do things to you. Such horrible, disgusting things, and for the tiniest bit of cash. When I say beautiful, I mean these girls could be doing photoshoots. Hell, some of them look like they belong on TV. I have never been so horny in my entire life. Do you know how much willpower it takes, especially after having been drenched in beer and liquor, to turn down a ****ing model who's wriggling in your lap and offering to spread her legs for sixty bucks???
I'm in San Diego now. Thank god. My innocence is intact. For now. The next girl I bed is in for a treat.
Last edited by Gribble; 02-04-08 at 08:28 AM.
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