The Arrival
Arriving at the airport, the immigration procedures were very different from most of the other countries. Firstly, you are given an immigration form, which is only for arrival and a goods declaration form. The departure portion is given to you only when you leave the country. The immigration counter stamps your passport and collects the arrival form. You then move on to the goods declaration counter, which checks and stamps the declaration form. Strangely, he does not collect the form from you. Instead the form is collected by another person that stands at the immigration exit.
The traffic in and around Manila can be quite erratic. Traffic jams can occur at parts of Manila, especially during the peak hours. I was caught in a traffic jam on the way to the hotel from the airport, with what used to be a 20-minute drive ends up 45 minutes later before I reach my hotel in Muntinlupa City.
Along the way from the airport to the hotel, there were rows and rows of squatters and you can see the poorer sights of Manila. These sub-urban people are probably the worst rung in the economic ladder. The rich in the city have no financial qualms and those living in the country sides can probably survive on their own agricultural produce.
A Boring City
Muntinlupa City is a disappointing place to visit (At least for me). From what I’ve heard, this part of Manila is where all the rich folks lived. The office building that I went to have very strange elevator set ups. There are no floor buttons in the lift. You have to get to a keypad panel near the security area and punch in the floor that you want to go to and it will display which lift you should take to go up. There were six lifts altogether and apparently which lift to get to the floor kept changing. Other than a couple of large shopping malls in Muntinlupa City, I couldn’t seem to find any other place to go for fun and entertainment. There was nothing much in the hotel bar either. Just a couple of old men entertaining with their flute and guitar accompaniment.
Back in the hotel room, I got really bored after watching television for a while, so I called the hotel for a masseur for a massage in the room. The massage was good. It was very different from a Thai, Shiatsu, Swedish or Indonesian oil massage. At the end of the 2-hour massage, she popped the golden question. I declined, as she was really not the type that could turn me on or even anyone for that matter, even though she kept stroking my little brother and his marbles. The massage was 1,450 pesos, and I tipped her another 300 for a good massage.
The people in Manila are generally quite nice and polite when it comes to serving customers. However, I was really taken aback by their preference to customer selection in customer service. I was standing and waiting over the counter with my luggage to check out of the hotel in Muntinlupa City. All three receptionists ignored me and served the Caucasian customers instead. Even the one that was standing behind me got served before me. I got furious and picked up my room key from the counter, then turned straight towards one of the receptionist and banged my key onto the counter table in front of him and demanded “Can I check out my room!” in a raised tone. The receptionist got a little stunned and served me immediately.
Most street signs are not prominent in Manila, so you can be quite lost at times on where you are and which direction you should be heading. Vehicles are driven on the left hand side and traffic comes from the left. I startled myself a couple of times crossing the roads when I suddenly saw an on-coming vehicle coming from the left as I crossed, as I am so used to looking right then left before crossing.
An Exciting City
After checking out from Muntinlupa City, I took the hotel sedan to Makati, the happening city. I checked myself into the Oxford Suites, which was right in the middle of the action street. I was a little apprehensive when I first walked out alone onto the streets, as I have heard so much from friends and colleagues that Manila is a dangerous place to walk about. There were even armed security guards at the fast food outlets like MacDonald’s and Jollibee. Notwithstanding this is one of the most notorious part of Makati, I walked around like I was one of the locals to avoid harassment. Of course, the fact that I have often been mistaken as a Filipino does help.
I have only one day in Makati, so my first stop was to Palacio Don Pedro (PDP), one of the most talked about massage parlors in Makati. Naturally, I have to look for the place first. I walked up North from the hotel and turned East at the junction of Kalayaan Avenue. From my searches on the web, PDP is somewhere along Don Pedro. But, I kept walking along Kalayaan and couldn’t find Don Pedro. I made another couple of rounds, and walah! I finally found the Don Pedro street sign. It wasn’t easy to spot as it was a very small quiet slip road from Kalayaan. Some of those guys standing and sitting around those clubs along the streets must be wondering what this guy was doing walking round and round the streets.
PDP certainly does not look like what I have seen on their website. The place was so dimly lit that I thought that it was closed. There was a girl sitting behind the front counter with her back facing me. She was watching television that was located at the end of the room.
“Hello”, I greeted. “Yes sir?” she turned around and looked at me. “Massage?” she asked. “Yes”, I replied. There was a pause. I pointed upstairs. “Upstairs?” I asked. “Yes sir, upstairs”. The security guard came over and showed me the way up the stairs. With the press of a remote button, he opened a set of red curtains behind what looks like a one-way glass window. Low and behold. There were 8 gorgeous babes in revealing dressings sitting in a very small room behind the glass window. A couple of minutes later, 2 more girls came into the room and joined their ranks. They all looked quite pretty and all seemed to have quite lovely complexion. Of course, if one could have known better, their beauties were greatly enhanced by the “trick” lightings in the room. I finally selected one of the girls, who had a very nice smile and slim body.
My First Pinoy MP Encounter
The security guard clicked on his remote controller to close the curtains and announced into the room for the girl that I selected. He then showed me back to the front counter to pay for my room.
“1,500”, the counter girl said. I forked out 1,500 pesos and paid the counter. The security guard then took the keys to the room from the counter girl and showed me to the lift and up to the room on the 4th floor.
The room looks a little drabby and was slightly larger than a Hotel 81 suite in Singapore. There was only a small shower room cum toilet, a large bed, long dressing table, cupboard and a small television. Apparently, this was a standard suite. The presidential suites were larger with kitchenettes and living rooms, which cost 2,000 pesos.
I picked up the TV remote, sat on the bed and flipped the channels while waiting for my babe. About 5 minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in”, I called out. The door opens, and in came this beautiful figure in a white sexy short dress that raised hot flashes in my eyes. Trixie stands about 1.63 meters. She had a very sweet face and nice smooth and fair complexion. She gestured to me to take a shower. We slipped naked into the shower and she gave me a thorough body wash, concentrating especially on my little brother. Her slim and slender body was genuinely a great sight to behold.
After our shower, we went over to the bed and she asked if I would like a massage or get straight to the point. She said that many of her customers prefer not to waste time on massages. I reckoned she won’t be skilled in massaging, so I told her never mind about the massage. Let’s talk a little. It seemed she was one of the more popular girls in the parlor. Some of her customers were local and foreign celebrities and artistes, including Filipino mayors, US rock bands like Black Eye Peas and even the Yakuza from Japan. She said, even one of the famous WWF wrestling star came to PDP and selected a foursome for his romp. However, she wasn’t one of them.
She had been living in Manila all her life and had previously worked in an office and call centre, but, had to give up those jobs and worked in this parlor to make enough money to cover the medical bills for her father’s heart attack treatments. Believed it or not, she said she prefers Chinese clients, as most of the other races tend to be sadistically inclined like slapping her butts or pulling her hair. There was once a Korean client that used a bath towel to gag her from behind and she immediately cried.
After talking for about what seems to be 20 minutes later, she asked if I would like to experience what most of her Chinese customers requested to have – a faced down dick massage. I laughed and wondered what that was. So, I laid face down and she applied a little baby oil to her palms and started massaging my little brother from my back. Well, it was nothing special to me really. I then turned around and we continued with our exciting multi-positional “exercises”. In the end, we had just barely enough time to wash up and check out of the room. She was great. I tipped her 2,500 pesos. We kissed goodbye as we parted from the elevator that took us down to the lobby.
The One That Made This Trip Worthwhile
Evening came. The rain had just stopped. The Billboard go-go club was right in front of the hotel. As I do not have much time in Makati, I decided to skip Billboard and went straight to Flamingo. As I was about to enter the club, the Pinoy bouncer asked, “Where are you going? Are you going in?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Any problem? Can I enter?” He looked at me awhile and waved his hand to let me in. He must have thought I'm a Pinoy.
The club looked quite new and clean. The stage had a revolving centre platform with dancing poles and a couple of rocking horses that helped to create some resemblance to a carousel. There were six girls in luminous glowing bikinis dancing to the loud rock music. I sat myself to one of the tables at the wall. It was about 9:00pm and not many customers around. There were some sexily dressed ladies hanging around in the club. These were probably also hired by the club, as I saw some of them chatting up with some of the drinkers. I had a Miguel Lite and sat for about 20 minutes. No one came up to me. More girls started to come in to join those on stage. There were a few lookers on stage – probably to the ratio of 2 to 5.
One of the older waitresses came up to me and asked, “Filipino?” “Huh?” I asked. “Are you a Filipino?” she queried. “Nope. I’m a Chinese”, I answered. “Oh! I thought you are Filipino” and she came closer to me and asked, “You want a girl to sit with you?” as she pointed to the girls on stage. “Hmm…”, I hesitated. “What about that one”, she pointed to another girl in the same luminous bikini outfit standing behind a mirrored pillar. I think she was supposed to go on stage but, somehow did not seem to want to go up in a hurry. I nodded, but before the waitress was able to get to the girl, she had moved away to another corner. It was not until about another 20 minutes later that I spotted her up the stage and was dancing with the rest of the 15 to 16 girls. The waitress came up to me again and asked if she could get me a girl. I pointed to the same girl and she went to tell the mummy. The girl came over and we sat and chatted for about 30 minutes. I bought her 3 ice teas and the mummy brought me another Miguel Lite, on the house. By this time, there was a group of Caucasians, probably in their late mid-50s, having a wild time with some of the girls next to the stage.
Elsie was from Cebu and had been working in Flamingo for about 11 months. She had very long silky hair that was tied up very neatly behind. In my personal opinion, she had a slender body with a pair of lovely sparkling eyes and a charming face. We hit on quite well over our conversations. I started feeling a little hungry, so I told her that I’ll bring her out. I paid a 1,500 pesos bar fine. But the drinks were horrendously expensive at 2,250 pesos. I knew I’ve been had, but, didn’t want to argue too much to create a scene. The girl changed into her normal wear, which was a pair of tight jeans and a black coloured blouse. She looked really nice.
We left Flamingo and walked over to the Filling Station for a light supper. I had some calamari and a soft drink, while she had a fruity ice cream. Filling Station is an American restaurant, very much like Billy Bombers. At certain hours, the waiters and waitresses will dance to some 60s rock and roll music to entertain the customers. It was great fun. We talked a lot. She spoke of her ill-fated relationship with her ex-boyfriend and how he ran off after he had, what she called “virginized” her. I never knew such a term existed (Chuckle). There were little tears in her large sparkling eyes as she related her story.
After supper, we went back to the hotel. I took my bath and then she took hers. We sat half-naked on the bed in our towels and continued with our conversation. I guessed we both knew we had to get to the bonking eventually, but it seemed she felt a little different towards me.
“I don’t know why. It’s the first time I’m feeling shy”, she claimed. We kept on discussing our different views on her relationships. She finally stopped me from discussing further by pressing her lips against mine and rolled down her towel. She had such a lovely slender body, well-shaven and those eyes – I just can get them out of my mind. She kept on frenching me like her long lost sweetheart and we made it off finally.
“Next time if you come, you must check the bill to see what were the drink prices in the bill before you pay them”, she said. “I’m not supposed to tell the customers, but next time if you buy more than 2 drinks for the girl, you pay only 1,500. Normal is 2,200.” I knew that, because she told me quietly when we were in the club. “I saw your bill so high just now. The drinks you paid too much.” I knew that too. “I like you, so I don’t mind paying a bit more to avoid creating a scene in the club with your mummy”, I replied. It must have hit a chord in her heartstring, because she suddenly hugged on to me and said, “Don’t like me. When I walk out that door, just forget me. This is just my job.”
She said she never had a Chinese Singaporean guy before and this was a wonderful experience for her as I had treated her with kindness and respect. All her other clients before – the Caucasians, the Koreans and the Japanese, were mostly very rough, stingy and can be quite ill-mannered. I told her I had a good time too and that I’ll probably remember her for some time. She started tearing again and told me not to remember her and reminded me that this was just her job. I offered her to stay for the night, but she said she does not sleep overnight with any clients as her aunt, who thought she works as a waitress, picks her up every morning at 4:00am after the club closes. I tipped her 2,400 pesos and all of my small change (Probably about 100 pesos of coins). After some more mushy conversations, we kissed and I saw her off the door and to the elevator. She lingered at the elevator lobby to see me back to my room before going into the lift.
Epilogue
Both girls at PDP and Flamingo were very professional and were very determined not to get into any boy-girl relationships. Both had bad experiences with their love life and had no dreams about finding a good husband in their life and both just needed the work to support their parents and themselves. Elsie had wanted to work and further her studies, so that she can find a better job. Her father had even once proclaimed that she may not be his child, as her fair complexion was so different from her other 7 siblings, who had darker tones. Such sad stories are not uncommon from girls in this profession. We just need to show a little sensitivity, so that life can be a little less harsh in their world.
I can learn to love the Philippines and its nightlife. Personally, I felt that the Pinoy professional girls are less pretentious than their Thai counterparts. But, prices of things are slightly more expensive in the Philippines than in Thailand. And having to experience typhoon Frank and getting stuck in the chaotic airport in the Philippines for over 6 hours can really wear you down. I would certainly like to visit Makati again and hopefully, I can still find Elsie there the next time.
Signing off….
Arriving at the airport, the immigration procedures were very different from most of the other countries. Firstly, you are given an immigration form, which is only for arrival and a goods declaration form. The departure portion is given to you only when you leave the country. The immigration counter stamps your passport and collects the arrival form. You then move on to the goods declaration counter, which checks and stamps the declaration form. Strangely, he does not collect the form from you. Instead the form is collected by another person that stands at the immigration exit.
The traffic in and around Manila can be quite erratic. Traffic jams can occur at parts of Manila, especially during the peak hours. I was caught in a traffic jam on the way to the hotel from the airport, with what used to be a 20-minute drive ends up 45 minutes later before I reach my hotel in Muntinlupa City.
Along the way from the airport to the hotel, there were rows and rows of squatters and you can see the poorer sights of Manila. These sub-urban people are probably the worst rung in the economic ladder. The rich in the city have no financial qualms and those living in the country sides can probably survive on their own agricultural produce.
A Boring City
Muntinlupa City is a disappointing place to visit (At least for me). From what I’ve heard, this part of Manila is where all the rich folks lived. The office building that I went to have very strange elevator set ups. There are no floor buttons in the lift. You have to get to a keypad panel near the security area and punch in the floor that you want to go to and it will display which lift you should take to go up. There were six lifts altogether and apparently which lift to get to the floor kept changing. Other than a couple of large shopping malls in Muntinlupa City, I couldn’t seem to find any other place to go for fun and entertainment. There was nothing much in the hotel bar either. Just a couple of old men entertaining with their flute and guitar accompaniment.
Back in the hotel room, I got really bored after watching television for a while, so I called the hotel for a masseur for a massage in the room. The massage was good. It was very different from a Thai, Shiatsu, Swedish or Indonesian oil massage. At the end of the 2-hour massage, she popped the golden question. I declined, as she was really not the type that could turn me on or even anyone for that matter, even though she kept stroking my little brother and his marbles. The massage was 1,450 pesos, and I tipped her another 300 for a good massage.
The people in Manila are generally quite nice and polite when it comes to serving customers. However, I was really taken aback by their preference to customer selection in customer service. I was standing and waiting over the counter with my luggage to check out of the hotel in Muntinlupa City. All three receptionists ignored me and served the Caucasian customers instead. Even the one that was standing behind me got served before me. I got furious and picked up my room key from the counter, then turned straight towards one of the receptionist and banged my key onto the counter table in front of him and demanded “Can I check out my room!” in a raised tone. The receptionist got a little stunned and served me immediately.
Most street signs are not prominent in Manila, so you can be quite lost at times on where you are and which direction you should be heading. Vehicles are driven on the left hand side and traffic comes from the left. I startled myself a couple of times crossing the roads when I suddenly saw an on-coming vehicle coming from the left as I crossed, as I am so used to looking right then left before crossing.
An Exciting City
After checking out from Muntinlupa City, I took the hotel sedan to Makati, the happening city. I checked myself into the Oxford Suites, which was right in the middle of the action street. I was a little apprehensive when I first walked out alone onto the streets, as I have heard so much from friends and colleagues that Manila is a dangerous place to walk about. There were even armed security guards at the fast food outlets like MacDonald’s and Jollibee. Notwithstanding this is one of the most notorious part of Makati, I walked around like I was one of the locals to avoid harassment. Of course, the fact that I have often been mistaken as a Filipino does help.
I have only one day in Makati, so my first stop was to Palacio Don Pedro (PDP), one of the most talked about massage parlors in Makati. Naturally, I have to look for the place first. I walked up North from the hotel and turned East at the junction of Kalayaan Avenue. From my searches on the web, PDP is somewhere along Don Pedro. But, I kept walking along Kalayaan and couldn’t find Don Pedro. I made another couple of rounds, and walah! I finally found the Don Pedro street sign. It wasn’t easy to spot as it was a very small quiet slip road from Kalayaan. Some of those guys standing and sitting around those clubs along the streets must be wondering what this guy was doing walking round and round the streets.
PDP certainly does not look like what I have seen on their website. The place was so dimly lit that I thought that it was closed. There was a girl sitting behind the front counter with her back facing me. She was watching television that was located at the end of the room.
“Hello”, I greeted. “Yes sir?” she turned around and looked at me. “Massage?” she asked. “Yes”, I replied. There was a pause. I pointed upstairs. “Upstairs?” I asked. “Yes sir, upstairs”. The security guard came over and showed me the way up the stairs. With the press of a remote button, he opened a set of red curtains behind what looks like a one-way glass window. Low and behold. There were 8 gorgeous babes in revealing dressings sitting in a very small room behind the glass window. A couple of minutes later, 2 more girls came into the room and joined their ranks. They all looked quite pretty and all seemed to have quite lovely complexion. Of course, if one could have known better, their beauties were greatly enhanced by the “trick” lightings in the room. I finally selected one of the girls, who had a very nice smile and slim body.
My First Pinoy MP Encounter
The security guard clicked on his remote controller to close the curtains and announced into the room for the girl that I selected. He then showed me back to the front counter to pay for my room.
“1,500”, the counter girl said. I forked out 1,500 pesos and paid the counter. The security guard then took the keys to the room from the counter girl and showed me to the lift and up to the room on the 4th floor.
The room looks a little drabby and was slightly larger than a Hotel 81 suite in Singapore. There was only a small shower room cum toilet, a large bed, long dressing table, cupboard and a small television. Apparently, this was a standard suite. The presidential suites were larger with kitchenettes and living rooms, which cost 2,000 pesos.
I picked up the TV remote, sat on the bed and flipped the channels while waiting for my babe. About 5 minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in”, I called out. The door opens, and in came this beautiful figure in a white sexy short dress that raised hot flashes in my eyes. Trixie stands about 1.63 meters. She had a very sweet face and nice smooth and fair complexion. She gestured to me to take a shower. We slipped naked into the shower and she gave me a thorough body wash, concentrating especially on my little brother. Her slim and slender body was genuinely a great sight to behold.
After our shower, we went over to the bed and she asked if I would like a massage or get straight to the point. She said that many of her customers prefer not to waste time on massages. I reckoned she won’t be skilled in massaging, so I told her never mind about the massage. Let’s talk a little. It seemed she was one of the more popular girls in the parlor. Some of her customers were local and foreign celebrities and artistes, including Filipino mayors, US rock bands like Black Eye Peas and even the Yakuza from Japan. She said, even one of the famous WWF wrestling star came to PDP and selected a foursome for his romp. However, she wasn’t one of them.
She had been living in Manila all her life and had previously worked in an office and call centre, but, had to give up those jobs and worked in this parlor to make enough money to cover the medical bills for her father’s heart attack treatments. Believed it or not, she said she prefers Chinese clients, as most of the other races tend to be sadistically inclined like slapping her butts or pulling her hair. There was once a Korean client that used a bath towel to gag her from behind and she immediately cried.
After talking for about what seems to be 20 minutes later, she asked if I would like to experience what most of her Chinese customers requested to have – a faced down dick massage. I laughed and wondered what that was. So, I laid face down and she applied a little baby oil to her palms and started massaging my little brother from my back. Well, it was nothing special to me really. I then turned around and we continued with our exciting multi-positional “exercises”. In the end, we had just barely enough time to wash up and check out of the room. She was great. I tipped her 2,500 pesos. We kissed goodbye as we parted from the elevator that took us down to the lobby.
The One That Made This Trip Worthwhile
Evening came. The rain had just stopped. The Billboard go-go club was right in front of the hotel. As I do not have much time in Makati, I decided to skip Billboard and went straight to Flamingo. As I was about to enter the club, the Pinoy bouncer asked, “Where are you going? Are you going in?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Any problem? Can I enter?” He looked at me awhile and waved his hand to let me in. He must have thought I'm a Pinoy.
The club looked quite new and clean. The stage had a revolving centre platform with dancing poles and a couple of rocking horses that helped to create some resemblance to a carousel. There were six girls in luminous glowing bikinis dancing to the loud rock music. I sat myself to one of the tables at the wall. It was about 9:00pm and not many customers around. There were some sexily dressed ladies hanging around in the club. These were probably also hired by the club, as I saw some of them chatting up with some of the drinkers. I had a Miguel Lite and sat for about 20 minutes. No one came up to me. More girls started to come in to join those on stage. There were a few lookers on stage – probably to the ratio of 2 to 5.
One of the older waitresses came up to me and asked, “Filipino?” “Huh?” I asked. “Are you a Filipino?” she queried. “Nope. I’m a Chinese”, I answered. “Oh! I thought you are Filipino” and she came closer to me and asked, “You want a girl to sit with you?” as she pointed to the girls on stage. “Hmm…”, I hesitated. “What about that one”, she pointed to another girl in the same luminous bikini outfit standing behind a mirrored pillar. I think she was supposed to go on stage but, somehow did not seem to want to go up in a hurry. I nodded, but before the waitress was able to get to the girl, she had moved away to another corner. It was not until about another 20 minutes later that I spotted her up the stage and was dancing with the rest of the 15 to 16 girls. The waitress came up to me again and asked if she could get me a girl. I pointed to the same girl and she went to tell the mummy. The girl came over and we sat and chatted for about 30 minutes. I bought her 3 ice teas and the mummy brought me another Miguel Lite, on the house. By this time, there was a group of Caucasians, probably in their late mid-50s, having a wild time with some of the girls next to the stage.
Elsie was from Cebu and had been working in Flamingo for about 11 months. She had very long silky hair that was tied up very neatly behind. In my personal opinion, she had a slender body with a pair of lovely sparkling eyes and a charming face. We hit on quite well over our conversations. I started feeling a little hungry, so I told her that I’ll bring her out. I paid a 1,500 pesos bar fine. But the drinks were horrendously expensive at 2,250 pesos. I knew I’ve been had, but, didn’t want to argue too much to create a scene. The girl changed into her normal wear, which was a pair of tight jeans and a black coloured blouse. She looked really nice.We left Flamingo and walked over to the Filling Station for a light supper. I had some calamari and a soft drink, while she had a fruity ice cream. Filling Station is an American restaurant, very much like Billy Bombers. At certain hours, the waiters and waitresses will dance to some 60s rock and roll music to entertain the customers. It was great fun. We talked a lot. She spoke of her ill-fated relationship with her ex-boyfriend and how he ran off after he had, what she called “virginized” her. I never knew such a term existed (Chuckle). There were little tears in her large sparkling eyes as she related her story.
After supper, we went back to the hotel. I took my bath and then she took hers. We sat half-naked on the bed in our towels and continued with our conversation. I guessed we both knew we had to get to the bonking eventually, but it seemed she felt a little different towards me.
“I don’t know why. It’s the first time I’m feeling shy”, she claimed. We kept on discussing our different views on her relationships. She finally stopped me from discussing further by pressing her lips against mine and rolled down her towel. She had such a lovely slender body, well-shaven and those eyes – I just can get them out of my mind. She kept on frenching me like her long lost sweetheart and we made it off finally.“Next time if you come, you must check the bill to see what were the drink prices in the bill before you pay them”, she said. “I’m not supposed to tell the customers, but next time if you buy more than 2 drinks for the girl, you pay only 1,500. Normal is 2,200.” I knew that, because she told me quietly when we were in the club. “I saw your bill so high just now. The drinks you paid too much.” I knew that too. “I like you, so I don’t mind paying a bit more to avoid creating a scene in the club with your mummy”, I replied. It must have hit a chord in her heartstring, because she suddenly hugged on to me and said, “Don’t like me. When I walk out that door, just forget me. This is just my job.”
She said she never had a Chinese Singaporean guy before and this was a wonderful experience for her as I had treated her with kindness and respect. All her other clients before – the Caucasians, the Koreans and the Japanese, were mostly very rough, stingy and can be quite ill-mannered. I told her I had a good time too and that I’ll probably remember her for some time. She started tearing again and told me not to remember her and reminded me that this was just her job. I offered her to stay for the night, but she said she does not sleep overnight with any clients as her aunt, who thought she works as a waitress, picks her up every morning at 4:00am after the club closes. I tipped her 2,400 pesos and all of my small change (Probably about 100 pesos of coins). After some more mushy conversations, we kissed and I saw her off the door and to the elevator. She lingered at the elevator lobby to see me back to my room before going into the lift.
EpilogueBoth girls at PDP and Flamingo were very professional and were very determined not to get into any boy-girl relationships. Both had bad experiences with their love life and had no dreams about finding a good husband in their life and both just needed the work to support their parents and themselves. Elsie had wanted to work and further her studies, so that she can find a better job. Her father had even once proclaimed that she may not be his child, as her fair complexion was so different from her other 7 siblings, who had darker tones. Such sad stories are not uncommon from girls in this profession. We just need to show a little sensitivity, so that life can be a little less harsh in their world.
I can learn to love the Philippines and its nightlife. Personally, I felt that the Pinoy professional girls are less pretentious than their Thai counterparts. But, prices of things are slightly more expensive in the Philippines than in Thailand. And having to experience typhoon Frank and getting stuck in the chaotic airport in the Philippines for over 6 hours can really wear you down. I would certainly like to visit Makati again and hopefully, I can still find Elsie there the next time.
Signing off….
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