Quite a Knock-off Deal

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As we paraded into Chilly Willys, a waiter was dashing toward us and welcoming us by saying, “We’re ready to offer excellent girls for you tonight.”

Ramon was reconnoitering the place without delay and affirmed, “They have some sexy cunts here. Let’s enjoy, bitch!” And Esteban could not compose his excitement and yelled at a waiter even though he was standing right beside him, “Hey, we need a table right beside the main dance stage for three people!” And he nodded, “Shogo, just relax. I can take care of it. I love it here very much. Look over there, can you see two whores shaking their ass invitingly. I’m dazzling, ha-ha-ha….”

Ramon and Esteban had already chosen their vaginas and engrossed in talking with them. On the other hand, I could not find any vagina although my faithful waiter constantly brought them to the table as if I were Don Quixote. Tonight I was feeling that I did not want to have just intercourse; I was feeling that I need a human talk. Ergo, I obviously needed a vagina who spoke English. I at last chose a Guadalajara vagina, who had curly blond hair, magnificent teats, brown eyes, and moderate ass. She was short and beautiful. She told me that every three months she goes back to Guadalajara and enjoys spending time with her friends. And nobody knows that she is working as a stripper. And then she comes back to Play Del Carmen and works for another three months. This has become her routine. “Nothing is new and special. Every stripper tells me the same old dance and song. I need a special striper who admits that she was born to be a striper – taking off her clothes proudly, dancing lasciviously, and fornicating like a nymphomaniac is her virtue. I need a striper who is serving her client with her body and soul, but I don’t need a bull-shit story!” I thought to myself disappointingly. Anyway, she offered me to bang her for two thousands pesos. It was quite a knock-off deal, so I told Ramon. He slipped a horse wink and nodded three times, which means that Ramon Garcia was proud of me picking up such a gorgeous whore. He concurred with shinning eyes, “It’s extremely cheap, man. Two thousands pesos, including a room is a sheer bargain. It’s usually between three thousands and five thousands pesos. Besides, she is very hot, man. You should bang her, bitch. Trust your pimp master.”

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Universal Refuge

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Later on, Ramon revealed me the truth that Esteban is married. He always takes a business trip every three months, comes to Play Del Carmen, and stays at Ramon’s apartment. Actually, he has no business in Playa Del Carmen at all, except visiting a table dance. Integrating with international whores is his solo purpose. And once upon a time, Esteban slept with his cousin. He used to say that his cousin was a universal refuge. However, she doesn’t want to sleep with him anymore that hurts him so much. And the upshot is that he misses her huge teats dearly. Therefore, he constantly looked forward to having the business trip. Needless to say, this was his secret recipe for maintaining his marriage.

The following night, Ramon was too excited about the night adventure, since he got a permission to go out. First of all, we went to Fifth Avenue to eat dinner, and then we sailed in Marlins Men’s Club. However, Esteban did not like the ambiance of the place and also could not find any whores he would like to dance with, so we finally decided to change the place. Ramon insisted to take care of a bill by winking, “Bitch, I got it. Don’t spend your money, for you’ll definitely need it later. Tonight you must need to get laid, so save it for a higher purpose, ha-ha-ha….”

You’re Totally a Different Origin

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I was wondering what Ramon told him about me, for he started referring a night adventure without any preliminaries, as if we had already agreed with the plan and just made sure of a final date. Apparently, Ramon told everyone about our legend of a five-consecutive-night orgy at Men’s Club. He loved this kind of a crazy adventurer more than anything, I know. In addition, I was informed that Esteban was coming here for his business, so I inquired perplexedly, “But Ramon told me that this is your business trip, so I guess you’ll be very busy.”

“Don’t worry about it, Shogo. I can finish my job by tomorrow at noon if I want. Hope you’ll be ready for tomorrow night. Ramon disclosed me that he had some marriage trouble recently, so he’s not sure whether he can join our initiative. But I hugely count on your presence for tomorrow night.”

“Sure, why not? I’ll be certainly ready for the initiative. Just let me know what time we should meet up, okay?” I answered in as a matter of fact tone.

“You’re as astounding as Ramon told me. You know, Shogo, Japanese are very shy and boring creatures, but you’re totally a different origin. Everyone tells me that you have a Mexican spirit and enjoy your life enormously. No one recognizes you as a Japanese bird, ha-ha-ha…,” he was laughing, patting on my back elatedly.

Your Reputation Pursues You

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It was a Wednesday night. Ramon and I were at a bus station waiting for Esteban, who was going to stay with us for three days. While Ramon was talking with his friend on the phone, a man, who was late twenties and amiable ambiance about him, was sailing out a bus with a delightful grin on his face. As soon as he laid his eyes on me, he asked, “Are you Shogo?”

“Yes, I am. How come you recognize me?” I replied bewilderingly.

His face brightened up and saluted enthusiastically, “I am Esteban. Very nice to meet you, Shogo,” he was offering me a handshake and continued, “I know everything about you, and also I can read your life like a book. You know, your reputation pursues you, so to say. Of course, you know what I mean? Ramon told me everything about you. I believe that all his friends know about you as if you were their chum, ha-ha-ha…. By the way, I want to talk to you about an upcoming business. I’m staying in Playa Del Carmen only for two nights. I have to go back to Guadalajara on Saturday, so I think we should execute our business tomorrow night.”

I Am Just a Man

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I have constantly sought for inner peace in all my life. In my seeking, one thing is crystal clear to me: Money does not bring any peace to one’s life. On the contrary, money brings total annihilation. If people are obsessed with money, they produce only unforgivable evil acts: wars, murders, robberies, cons, embezzlement, treacheries, homicides, scams, prostitution, ransoms, and so on and so forth. When I was early twenties, I had a considerable sum in my bank account and drove a Corvette. I was one of top sales men and earned quite huge salary per mouth. Even though I had enough money to afford to buy what I fancied, I had spent the darkest moment in my life. Everyone taught me that I had to accumulate wealth and had a good job. I was so young and did not begin knocking about the world yet, so I accepted this frivolous teaching without any questions. I was as innocent as a dove and believed what these assholes instructed me. A stupid job became the center of my tragic life. I constantly thought how to sell the products. Even in my dreams, I was practicing my sales talks. Oh yeah, I must admit that I was wretchedly hunted by money. One day I realized the horrible fact that I had been working over ten hours a day and six days a week for two years in a row, without taking any vacation. I was constantly depressed, and I frequently harbored the idea of committing suicide, since I could not see any meaning in this hectic life. The worst part was that I was doing what I hated the most and spending my precious time for corrupting myself. What made me depressed the most was to know consciously that I had resembled mean Japanese bastards whom I despised to my gut. I constantly raced with other sales men, deceived clients to buy unnecessary expensive Spanish tiles by offering extravagant prices, so that I could earn commissions. Besides, I was to behave infinitely aloof at an office. Even though I had money, I was always worried about making more money. It seemed no end to me. I felt that I was frittering away my life, and I hated myself awfully. When I felt that I could no longer endure such a nonsensical life, and I was about to commit suicide, I ran into The Rosy Crucifixion, that saved my life and changed my life forever. Miller opened the door of a new world for me and made me understand that I was not alone to feel in this particular way. As a consequence, here I am in Playa Del Carmen – in my thirty-fourth year, I feel alive and blissful without money, car, income, job, house, and title. In fact, I do not have any resources and any obligations: I am just a man. I am standing on the streets of Mexico, with arms akimbo in the glaring sun as naked as Mighty Hercules. Far away from my own country, I have found peace at my heart under the foreign sky at the very first time in my life.