Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

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There’s not much that is old in Old Hong Kong. What’s left is mostly in a district called Mongkok on the Kowloon side of the harbour and even that is hidden behind a barrier of concrete and glass, shops, malls and traffic jams.

According to the Guinness book of records Mongkok is the most densely populated place on earth. It’s easy to believe, but if you elbow your way through the crowds and head off down a side street towards Shanghai Street and Reclamation Street you can get away from it a bit.

Reclamation street once ran along the western side of Kowloon and, as you might have guessed, was built on reclaimed land. Now it is about a kilometre inland but around here it is still possible to find some older buildings, shops and markets.

The menu

It’s also possible to find some old brothels so the other afternoon I went off in search. They’re not difficult to find. Along Reclamation Street they are about the only things that have any neon outside. All the other signs hark back to a time before neon. The ‘menus’ are a bit of a give-away too though they seem mostly to be more wishful thinking than reality. Perhaps they too hark back to an earlier time.

At the top of the narrow staircase I was greeted by the manager. “We have Chinese girl $350 or Thai girl $300″ he said. How about Russian girls I queried but he shook his head “Only Chinese and Thai.”

Reclamation Street

It looked like the reception of an old hotel. A wooden reception counter to the right a few chairs, and old wood panelled walls - cheap looking but old none-the-less. I asked him to show me some Thai girls. He took me down to a room and asked me to wait.

The room boasted more wood panelling, this time interspersed with mirrors. There were also mirror tiles on the ceiling suggesting that this had been a brothel or short time hotel for a good many years. A black and white TV was showing Japanese porn but the bathroom fittings were pleasingly modern but the Athenian corners were cheesy.

After about five minutes two girls appeared. I’d already decided I’d send them away if I wasn’t happy with them but one of them was really very cute indeed so I paid the man and sent the other girl away.

She had a shy almost frightened look to here which was explained by the fact that she had only been in Hong Kong for two days and was very new to this line of work. I spoke in Thai as far as my abilities would allow me which seemed to relax her. She said she was planning to stay for two months, the maximum her visa would allow, and go back. After that she would decide on whether to do a stint in Singapore.

Despite being on a time limit sex was slow and gentle, she gave me what is known as a good GFE (girlfriend experience). Afterwards she showered pronto and made a bolt for the door. “Bye bye” she said, and blowing me a kiss she was gone. I was still pulling my trousers back on. She was a cute girl and she’ll probably do well for herself in this business if she’s sensible. But the first thing she’s got to do is learn to wait for the tip.

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I took this from a Chinese language forum, here is an online translation from http://www2.worldlingo.com:

Before dawn the zero hour little, in the Lantian blue clouds Lantian park fitness area, a year approximately 40 year old man somehow or other makes movement period in a sit-ups fitness facility, unexpectedly instead passes away pulls open the trousers 鍊 to stretch out the male genitals to start on the palm to press, a male genitals stranger card in the panel diameter 1 inch eyelet, finally is unable to extricate oneself approximately, the painful loud groan, alarms the passer-by to report to the police.

After the fire appearance, sees the male male genitals continuously swelling to be unable to contract, does not have under the brilliant plan in the pain to summon the medical team and two anxiously unites hospital doctor to come to assist. Doctor hits the pain killer injection for this man, another doctor uses the needle to insert nearby his/her male genitals the blood vessel bloodletting, but employs two methods to achieve one goal is still unable to let this man’s male genitals pull out naturally to the eyelet.

The original thread here

More: There is something about Hong Kong Parks though this one is a little more understandable

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Tracking down this classic Hong Kong novel, even in Hong Kong, was something of a chore. I finally picked a copy up at the Star Ferry pier. Not the one where Robert Lomax first met Suzie, a recreation of the original Central pier which is now in what would have been the middle of the harbour back in the 1950s when the book was written.

In the twenty years since I first read it Hong Kong has changed dramatically. It would be unrecognisable to Lomax and Suzie. There are still pockets of old Hong Kong but they are few and far between and diminishing every year. Squeezed out by soulless steel and glass that the HK government likes to call urban renewal.

That said, characters that populated Richard Mason’s novel are still very familiar. Their names, complexions and the range of languages they speak have changed but their business in Wanchai is flourishing.

The book has won considerable acclaim, not for the love story between a British painter and a prostitute, but for the authors keen observation of a place that was about to transform itself from a small trading post into the vibrant commercial hub that it is today. And of the hypocracy and rascism that was characteristic of of the era.

What makes the book special for me is the richness and depth of Mason’s characters, not just of Lomax and Suzie who have been widely recognised, but of the entire cast. In particular the other girls that worked the bar of the Nam Kok Hotel.

In the years since I first read this book I have spent more than my fair share of time in the company of their sisters in the real world. Reading it again I realise just how beautifully delineated their characters are:

“I could not help liking old Lily Lou. She reminded me of an old theatre pro, who had grown up in a narrow professional world, took pride in the old fashioned thoroughness of her technique, and looked down on on the present-day youngsters for skimping their job. She remembered her own training at a smart brothel in Shanghai - oh, in those days you’d got to know how to please a man, you’d got to take trouble and time. It had been a real vocation; none of these modern girls would have lasted a minute. “They’ve got no mystery dear,” she would whisper huskily, confidentially, patting my hand. “And that’s what a man likes - mystery.” And she would smile her carefully enigmatic smile that, despite the old whore’s shabbiness and over-rouged cheeks, could still just pass for mystery in the low diffused light of the bar.”

Into all the girls the author breathes a life so convincing that, in most of them, I can see the faces of counterparts that I have actually met. Rather than stocking the bar with one dimensional background characters he has crafted, with a great deal of affection, each individual person. It is this empathy, the warts and all humanity, that brings the bar of the Nam Kok hotel to life.

Only Suzie herself remains elusive, the one character you reach for but can’t quite grasp. Mason always maintained that Suzie was not based on any particular girl but was a composite of several. And while she has her own very human frailties she remains the dream-girl. The mystery that still draws men to places like Hong Kong in search of a Suzie of their own.

*The cover shown is the 1994 edition published by Pegasus Books featuring Nancy Kwan who played Suzie in the 1960 Paramount movie

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The night markets in and around Temple Street in Kowloon are very popular with tourists. I caught this enterprising gentleman setting up his stall this afternoon, obviously in anticipation of doing good business and providing some people with happy memories of their stay in Hong Kong.

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……….Hello sailor

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“Dude, where’s our aircraft carrier?”, suggested this mornings South China Morning Post as one of the most likely thoughts to be running through the minds of more than a hundred crew members of the USS Ronald Reagan.

The ship, which was in Hong Kong for a spot of shopping, was supposed to stay until Monday but thundered out of port along with a cruiser, three destroyers and a frigate on Sunday afternoon leaving the men high and dry.

It seems the big swinging dicks in command had decided that Typhoon Fengshen, which had already upended a ferry in the Philippines killing hundreds, was getting too close for comfort so the US fleets fastest carrier upped anchor and fled.

The marooned men, meanwhile, did what any self respecting sailors would do and went to hoist their flags in the Filthy Acre to await further orders.

Times change but a sailors basic needs don’t. The Filthy Acre, or Beermuda Triangle as it is sometimes known, does in fact provide full support for stranded sailors. Beer, women, short-time hotels and all-day breakfasts are all within easy stagger of each other. The district of Wanchai has been providing these services throughout 150 years of British rule to the present day. The only difference now is that the Suzie Wongs come from all over Asia.

Meanwhile Typhoon Fengshen has been downgraded to a severe tropical storm and is expected to be closest to Hong Kong late tonight.

See also: Wanchai, aka the Filthy Acre
See also: Going for the ball
See also: The Red Lips bar, Hong Kong

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“You can come see me?”

“Eh? who is this” I said

“Manny, no one coming today”

“Eh? … Oh Mandy.” I remembered her tight Chinese pussy

“No one coming today, you can come?”

Mandy had only recently started working the rooms but she’d given me her number on my first visit. I had subsequently used it a few times so my number was in her phone’s memory.

Now the evening before had brought a truly impressive thunder storm and the heaviest rainfall in Hong Kong’s recorded history. It had got me thinking about Goth girls and sex by candlelight but Goths are pretty scarce in Honkers so I’d spent the evening in the company of some very fine beers

“You can come today?” she implored.

“Not today,” I said “I drink too much beer, no money left.”

“No problem, you can come.” She said with finality.

There had been quite a lot of flooding in her part of town. She said the girls that work nearby rooms had all stayed home and she had no one to talk to and no customers all day. “How come you are there?” I asked. She said she had stayed all night because the rain was too heavy.

It was just after 1.00pm. “OK, give me thirty minutes,” I said. Who am I to let a lady down?

I hung up, grabbed my wellies and headed for McDonalds. After years of consorting with working girls I’ve developed a sixth sense - I just know when they are hungry.

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Niya Yu is not a Hong Kong MILF, she is an internet porn star but she is still looking great

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The thing about Hong Kong’s 141 girls is that you never really know what you are going to get. The faces on the website pictures are invariably pixelated out and you’ve no way of knowing, until you get there, if the photo shows someone who was five years younger than she is now.

This doesn’t worry me too much. I can appreciate a woman in her late thirties just as easily one in her late teens or early twenties, and for the most part I quite enjoy the surprise. Of course there are times when you just have to say “Oops I’m sorry, I think I pressed the wrong bell.”

A good many of the younger ones work for short periods to raise some fast cash then get out the business. A lot come in from mainland China on 4-week visitors permits. The older ones are almost always from the mainland and are career hookers.

Personally I like to seek out local Hong Kong girls because if I find one that I like there a decent chance I’ll be able to find her when I next pass through. Even if she’s no longer working the 141s there is always a possibility she’ll be willing to give me her mobile number.

But Hong Kong MILFs are a rare thing indeed. My favourite is still a year or two shy of thirty so to my mind doesn’t qualify for milfhood yet.
(continues here.., more pics too…)