Cheap blow jobs from old whores with drug problems?The Red Zone, a few dirty blocks around the Central Market.There’s four by the pay phones at the edge of Parque Morazan.They’ve all got their own turf close by, and the cabbies all know exactly where they are.It’s late, and he’s drinking gin.“Now look at the guys.“ Another sweep with the glass.“Guys like them, to get a girl like one of these in the States, they’ve gotta have three things.Even then, in 2001, the Blue Marlin was legendary among a certain sort of gringo tourist—the sort who likes a wide selection of pretty, inexpensive women in a safe place where the bartenders speak their language.
“All these guys,“ he says, “they’ve probably got one of those things.
But I guarantee you, none of them have all three.“When you’re not drunk and the place is almost empty, this is what it looks like: There are tables just inside the door to the right, three rows of them between the windows fronting the street and the wooden rail that keeps people from tumbling off the raised platform that holds the main bar, which is huge, two peninsulas poking out in the shape of an upside-down U.
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There’s an expat in a bar called the Blue Marlin, which is on the ground floor of a pink hotel in downtown San José, Costa Rica.
Black girls and brown girls and beige girls and even a couple of white girls, brunet and blond and redheaded and skinny and chubby and tall and short and stacked and not-as-stacked, and every one of them single.
When’s the last time that happened at the Bennigan’s in Parsippany?