MoshpitMazi
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That much love for it?
. I can't wait.Explain these points a little more in depth for me if you wouldn't mind.
Especially the american cac part.
Any of yall brehs ever went to Amsterdam?
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. I can't wait.Especially the american cac part.
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That much love for it?
Explain these points a little more in depth for me if you wouldn't mind.
Especially the american cac part.
Alot of tourist destinations, kinda loathe a certain mindset that's often held by a subset of American Tourists, mainly CAC in variety, when it comes to their attitudes and bad behaviours abroad. More often than not, I've met American whites with this sort of "Destructive" tendency where they don't care what the fukk up ,screw over, shyt or piss on just as long as they know they're leaving the country in a few days and can't be held accountable for their actions. Destruction/theft, while not rampant, is considerably noticeable (Or atleast it was back then in the early 2000's) with American tourists, but with regards to Amsterdam, alot of the 'barely 18' crowd, liked to go over there, get drunk and high freely, intoxicate themselves to high degree and be found puking, pissing, shytting in streets to the point the Amsterdam Government made it a focal point as to why they were (And still now) On their mission to push alot of the Weed/Drink/Sex shops that cater to that sort of experience out of main cities since too many 'people' were just fukking themselves up and sullying the place, giving it a notoriety on the level of Las Vegas.
Cac acquaintances I made there, who were on this "Begpacking" movement (Look it up, It's loathsome white people shyt) and while I kept it cordial, visited a few coffee shops and went with them on to museums and such, I generally shyed away from them during the night because they got drunk, boisterous and were known for being problems.
Anyway, Like a week into my two week stay, they move further on down the line, I kick it with 'em one last night on a farewell tip, they leave, I stay, I show up to a particular coffee shop I had made my morning routine stop, I get held up by a shop owner and the police, because apparently them b*stards destroyed some property, abandoned the rental car they had, checked out of the hostel (Without paying) and went on about their day and they tried to pin it all on me, 'cause they felt I was part of their little thrall.
The two local folk I had made friends with basically came to my defence, 'cause I wasn't paying shyt and the most I could do was give up where there next location was at the time, but they 'banned' me from said locations since they felt I should pay for the damage my "Friends" had done, even though it was clear to see that they were American and White, despite me being Black and sounding painfully 'Jamaican."
Long story short, Cacs like to go to Amsterdam, get fukked up, can't hold their liquor/weed, cause messes and then run away because they don't live there or care enough to be decent, just as long as they can avoid responsibility. Don't let that burden fall on you like it almost did to me.
Cac acquaintances I made there, who were on this "Begpacking" movement (Look it up, It's loathsome white people shyt) and while I kept it cordial, visited a few coffee shops and went with them on to museums and such, I generally shyed away from them during the night because they got drunk, boisterous and were known for being problems.
Anyway, Like a week into my two week stay, they move further on down the line, I kick it with 'em one last night on a farewell tip, they leave, I stay, I show up to a particular coffee shop I had made my morning routine stop, I get held up by a shop owner and the police, because apparently them b*stards destroyed some property, abandoned the rental car they had, checked out of the hostel (Without paying) and went on about their day and they tried to pin it all on me, 'cause they felt I was part of their little thrall.
The two local folk I had made friends with basically came to my defence, 'cause I wasn't paying shyt and the most I could do was give up where there next location was at the time, but they 'banned' me from said locations since they felt I should pay for the damage my "Friends" had done, even though it was clear to see that they were American and White, despite me being Black and sounding painfully 'Jamaican."
Long story short, Cacs like to go to Amsterdam, get fukked up, can't hold their liquor/weed, cause messes and then run away because they don't live there or care enough to be decent, just as long as they can avoid responsibility. Don't let that burden fall on you like it almost did to me.
regards to buying women out of windows now, that's all about self control and how you shouldn't rely on taking the fun/challenge out of actually picking up women out in a culture that has a very different and more liberal view towards sex. Now It's easy as fukk to go down the streets, pick pretty women out of windows, negotiate a price and have it, no problem, but when you realize that alot of these women and women who have similar mentalities to these women are OUTSIDE That window, in the clubs, coffee shops, museums and such just WAITING to be chatted up, you'd actually (Or should) feel ashamed for how much money you spent going the easy route. One of the women I met and befriended who had a window, I took her to lunch after we'd finished, talked, made good and then hung out with her to the point I'd see her in the clubs and we'd make it back to my hotel for the obvious. No timer, no upselling, just pure, strenuous alcohol laden sex.
Europe has a certain casual attitude towards sex, especially when it comes to having it away with strangers/visitors to the point I found myself in a higher than usual level of 'entanglements' to the point that I'd only trawl the windows in my second week of being there to see if there was anything I'd want to have that seemed out of my reach. Short of this "Russian Looking" chick who was short, pert and cute, nothing else was worth spending quid on, when I knew I either had women I'd meet that night or have the potential of meeting and pursuing to satiate my lust, rather than spending for it. And I'm not even Tall or Handsome Gang. Not saying I'm ugly or have problems making women interested in me, but, they're out there, not playing hard to get (Most of 'em) and you can have it, because they WANT IT, out there. You just gotta go for it.
As for the colours of the windows...Eh. This one particular street I used to frequent after I had made little landmarks and locations known to myself during my stay, was on an intersection, similar to a crossroads. On one end there was a public bench and this old gentleman, could have been an old retired gentleman or a meticulous vagrant, I dunno, used to sit on the bench and we sort of got acquainted after I noticed he'd make little casual remarks like "Going for more?" "Round 2?" "Girls on this side look fresher to me, lad." little cheeky shyt like that. I mean, my first week I was out there EVERY fukking day, sometimes 2, 3 times a day, so it's hard for him NOT to fukking recognize me.
At times, I'd stop, bring Coffee/Donuts and we'd sit and talk shop. Music mainly, since he was interested in Reggae music and of course I had to go on my carefully manicured rant about how Bob Marley wasn't the best Reggae musician ever, or even the best in his band, despite being the most iconic reggae start of all time. Anyways, one particular day in question, we had our morning ritual, I pass, We dap/make small talk, I purchase trim, I come back, I get a breakfast for us both and then I either go on about my day, but this one particular day I ask him "Don't you frequent the windows yourself? You sit here all day, watching me and anyone else go up...yet here you are."
He lets on that he likes to sit at this particular bench and a few of the women that frequent one particular window like to put on a bit of a 'show' for him, until he gets in the mood and then goes home and tried to cajole his wife into sex. We laugh, have a bit of conversation about the windows and girls in particular and he says "Well, IT's best I sit here, because I don't fancy the 'options' on the street to the left. Here has a bench and a view, I stick here. So later on in the day, I make my way back to the streets, meet my friend, decide to go left and he shakes his head "Don't say I didn't warn you." and I shrug him off and start hunting.
So I'm going down the line and the women are just....dolled up and eager for attention. Practically beckoning from their positions. Blowing kisses, Putting 'em on the glass, word to Sir-Mix-Alot, so I'm like "Alright, these ladies probably cost more. The cheap b*stard." So I choose one, Brazilian chick, stacked, thick, I nod towards the door and make my way up the steps. Now I know the routine, I say all the necessary things and get pass the bloke at the door, but I notice the doorman kind of watch me, then watch the girl and then they start sort of arguing a bit further up the hall but she sorta shoves him off and whistles for me to come forward, so I do. Now I'm passing the door ways and I notice one or two girls peeking at me as they looked out their respective doorways and I'm a bit unnerved by it, but it's whatever, until this chick walks out, leans against her door way which is one room down from where my girl is at, winks at me and pulls her panties to the side before pushing me into said room before I could say shyt.
Now I'm in the other room, shook to all, fukking screaming
And she starts laughing like "Plenty more of that inside here, join the party." and needless to say, I shook her off and ran outside. Dude at the door kinda just sidestepped and watched me like
And I stumbled downstairs and for the first time noticed that the fukking window wasn't Red, it was purple. I'm in the streets, shaking with horror and disgust and I'm noticing like every bytch I pass in a window, looking at me, laughing, smiling, and grinding the fukking windows now to the point I'm horrofied and I started to make my way back to the intersection, briskly, while the old bum dude is besides himself with laughter, but just before I made it to where he was, I heard a particularly DENSE clanging, only to look up and make eye contact with this one particular chick who was licking her lips and knocking on it so heavily I thought she'd break the glass.
Yeah. Them blue/purple lights different, breh. They normally by themselves and sectioned off in areas, but unless you looking to make the rafters with an apology thread, I'd advise you to stick to Red.
Europe has a certain casual attitude towards sex, especially when it comes to having it away with strangers/visitors to the point I found myself in a higher than usual level of 'entanglements' to the point that I'd only trawl the windows in my second week of being there to see if there was anything I'd want to have that seemed out of my reach. Short of this "Russian Looking" chick who was short, pert and cute, nothing else was worth spending quid on, when I knew I either had women I'd meet that night or have the potential of meeting and pursuing to satiate my lust, rather than spending for it. And I'm not even Tall or Handsome Gang. Not saying I'm ugly or have problems making women interested in me, but, they're out there, not playing hard to get (Most of 'em) and you can have it, because they WANT IT, out there. You just gotta go for it.
As for the colours of the windows...Eh. This one particular street I used to frequent after I had made little landmarks and locations known to myself during my stay, was on an intersection, similar to a crossroads. On one end there was a public bench and this old gentleman, could have been an old retired gentleman or a meticulous vagrant, I dunno, used to sit on the bench and we sort of got acquainted after I noticed he'd make little casual remarks like "Going for more?" "Round 2?" "Girls on this side look fresher to me, lad." little cheeky shyt like that. I mean, my first week I was out there EVERY fukking day, sometimes 2, 3 times a day, so it's hard for him NOT to fukking recognize me.
At times, I'd stop, bring Coffee/Donuts and we'd sit and talk shop. Music mainly, since he was interested in Reggae music and of course I had to go on my carefully manicured rant about how Bob Marley wasn't the best Reggae musician ever, or even the best in his band, despite being the most iconic reggae start of all time. Anyways, one particular day in question, we had our morning ritual, I pass, We dap/make small talk, I purchase trim, I come back, I get a breakfast for us both and then I either go on about my day, but this one particular day I ask him "Don't you frequent the windows yourself? You sit here all day, watching me and anyone else go up...yet here you are."
He lets on that he likes to sit at this particular bench and a few of the women that frequent one particular window like to put on a bit of a 'show' for him, until he gets in the mood and then goes home and tried to cajole his wife into sex. We laugh, have a bit of conversation about the windows and girls in particular and he says "Well, IT's best I sit here, because I don't fancy the 'options' on the street to the left. Here has a bench and a view, I stick here. So later on in the day, I make my way back to the streets, meet my friend, decide to go left and he shakes his head "Don't say I didn't warn you." and I shrug him off and start hunting.
So I'm going down the line and the women are just....dolled up and eager for attention. Practically beckoning from their positions. Blowing kisses, Putting 'em on the glass, word to Sir-Mix-Alot, so I'm like "Alright, these ladies probably cost more. The cheap b*stard." So I choose one, Brazilian chick, stacked, thick, I nod towards the door and make my way up the steps. Now I know the routine, I say all the necessary things and get pass the bloke at the door, but I notice the doorman kind of watch me, then watch the girl and then they start sort of arguing a bit further up the hall but she sorta shoves him off and whistles for me to come forward, so I do. Now I'm passing the door ways and I notice one or two girls peeking at me as they looked out their respective doorways and I'm a bit unnerved by it, but it's whatever, until this chick walks out, leans against her door way which is one room down from where my girl is at, winks at me and pulls her panties to the side before pushing me into said room before I could say shyt.
Now I'm in the other room, shook to all, fukking screaming
And I stumbled downstairs and for the first time noticed that the fukking window wasn't Red, it was purple. I'm in the streets, shaking with horror and disgust and I'm noticing like every bytch I pass in a window, looking at me, laughing, smiling, and grinding the fukking windows now to the point I'm horrofied and I started to make my way back to the intersection, briskly, while the old bum dude is besides himself with laughter, but just before I made it to where he was, I heard a particularly DENSE clanging, only to look up and make eye contact with this one particular chick who was licking her lips and knocking on it so heavily I thought she'd break the glass.
Yeah. Them blue/purple lights different, breh. They normally by themselves and sectioned off in areas, but unless you looking to make the rafters with an apology thread, I'd advise you to stick to Red.