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Stories about SEX in BRAZIL with HOOKERS

"Poxed Faced Poofta - Manaus"

If you leave yourself to overtures, like me, (especially from Ladies : ) ,you meet interesting people, some of whom have valuable information that makes your trip even more meaningful.

Some folk you meet are just simply ‘entertaining’ personalities. Other times you meet ‘problem people’ who have got themselves in a fix whilst overseas.

When I started my whoring touring career I was a sucker for these ‘problem people’ , and handed over hard earned cash to them , rarely if ever getting even a ‘thanks’ in return. As the years ticked by I came to realise that there are some folks who hope to meet a sucker whilst overseas. Someone who can help them extend their trip at the good samaritans expense.

I got approached for U$2000 from the ‘Coco Gelado Man’ in Recife once. He was a local and so doesn’t really qualify. Details of that ‘hit’ in my Psycho Security article , yet to be published (Sept 2002) .

Then another time a young couple hit me for U$1200 at Bangkok Airport Departure Terminal . They said they’d got their departure times mixed up, missed their plane and if one of them (the guy) didn’t get on a flight home that night he would not be able to report to work on time the following Monday morning and thus lose his job.

So, to get him home in time I was supposed to fork out U$1200. Wonder if the young lady was to be held as surety : )

Hours later I was entering my particular Departure Lounge and both of them were entering another Departure Lounge further up. Did they have the problem they professed to have ?

Another time I gave a guy a couple of hundred to get out of a country and never heard from him again. Just a postcard saying thanks would have helped, but nothing.

Once I saw a pattern evolving , I decided to toughen up and hand out advice but not cash when I met these ‘problem people’.

So now we talk about one such problem person - the Pox Faced Poofter , and it happened as follows: I was sitting at a table in Praca da Matriz , Manaus enjoying a nice can of Antartica cerveja (beer) , observing Brazilians at play (in a park) and ever hopeful I’d stumble across another beautiful lady as I had the week before, when a pox faced foreigner, with a Brazilian woman and a kid in tow , headed straight for my table.

"Do you speak English", the pox faced lad said to me. ‘That’s about all I can speak‘, said I.

They sat down at my table and I immediately enquired what had happened to him cause his face, arms and legs (wearing shorts) were covered in ’pox’ marks. He said he’d been in the nearby Amazon jungle, took mosquito nets, repellant etc but still got eaten alive by the mosquito’s. The bites became inflamed and possibly infected , hence the messy face etc.

I ordered drinks all round and then he told me the real story and the reason why he headed to my table like a bee. (about to sting : )

It transpired that he was from Birmingham, and left England on a one way ticket, against his Mothers advice. Then he spent all his money, and thus could not buy a one way ticket back to England. He rang mumma and told her of his plight (no flight : ), but she refused to send him any money. He must have been a bad boy or a silly boy cause what mother wouldn’t bail her son out of a tight jam in a foreign country ?

Now, pox faced, no money (being billeted by the Brazilian woman he was with) and no Consular representative in Manaus , he was in a fix. Apparently the French Consulate in Recife was sending faxes to the British one in Recife, many thousands of kilometres away, on his behalf, but without any positive result. Emails were not all the rage in those days.

My understanding is , that governments no longer ’bail out’ their citizens under such circumstances. If you can’t have money sent out from your home country , you are stuck. Unless of course you bump into a caring soul sitting on a park seat minding his own business : )

I asked him if he wanted a meal, as there was a ‘tuckerbox’ nearby. He said no, but did not decline more beer. Whilst drinking beer with him I observed his behaviour towards the young brazilian boy, who I originally thought was the woman’s son. Then tell tale ‘body language’ signs and yes, a suspect homosexual.

I’ve got nothing against homo’s, they are free to do as they wish , so long as they don’t 1. proposition me 2. try to seduce young boys.

I’ve always said : "the more homo’s the better, it means more girls for me".

It looks like he came to Brazil to bang under age boys. Possibly Manaus has a reputation for that, I don’t know.

And only a fool will head for such an out of the way place such as Manaus with a one way ticket then spend all his money making it impossible to return home to a far away place like England . I’d met enough ‘problem people’ in my life and decided to only give him a few beers and some advice, no cash, if asked.

I told him that he would have to explain clearly to his Mother that the British Government will not help him out and if she can’t send the money then to please ask friends of his to do so. The lady sitting with him was in her mid forties and started to put the ‘shift’ on me, praising me for my beautiful blue eyes.

The fact is , the English lad she was with had even better blue eyes and I told her so in the local language which the poofter did not understand. No, she would not have any of it.(His eyes might have been bluer and nicer but he wasn’t interested in her or any women).

I thought this guy was going to hit me for dough any time and the middle aged woman is getting too keen. Felt ‘uncomfortable’ with my new found ‘friends’ and thus did my typical ‘runner‘.

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I’ve found with experience, if your going to split from trouble, split fast. So, unannounced ,I got up from my table shook the guys hands and quickly walked off into the distance.

A couple of days later I saw this lad heading towards me in the distance ( my ‘eagle eyes’ standing me in good stead again ) and snuck into a nearby shop to avoid him. Don’t think he saw me coming (no eagle eyes : ). End of the Pox Faced Poof’.

On the same trip I helped out a German who’d run short of dough , but he didn’t ask for cash. I knew he was coming to the end of his stay in Brazil and that he was getting short of cash. He was the same one who introduced me to the best pick up spot in Recife at the time - Eclipse Disco and Casa Blanca.

During the last two weeks I saw him cut down on everything, opting for sunbaking on the beach, which doesn’t cost much : )

Towards the end he would hop in my taxi and have a few beers at Eclipse but not take any girls. A sure sign the dough is running out.

To raise some money on his second last day he asked me if I would be interested in buying his Walkman tape player. It was superior to the one I had , and was learning Portuguese from, and the price was right, so I bought it. Beer money, for him : )

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Most of my life I have been a ‘soft touch’ but I have made a conscious effort to toughen up as I travel through life.

Unfortunately genuine needy people most probably get knocked back in the process , but for every genuine one , there are heaps just trying to have a lend of you.

If you are an ‘open book’ like me, you meet all sorts , and that makes travelling interesting.

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