Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

I mentioned the concept of part-time hookers back in the Gotham East post . Since then I’ve had a couple of e-mails from readers wanting to know more.

I’m sure the practice happens in most places but I first noticed it in Hong Kong. Back in the days when they weren’t so busy US Navy ships used to frequently stop off in Hong Kong for r&r. When they did all the bars on Lockhart Road would open earlier and the number of hookers would increase exponentially.

A good number of them were were just maids and contract workers making hay while the sun shone. In other places I’ve met students who have merely wanted to “practice their English” and at the same time rack up a few dollars to help pay for their course.

One of the more extreme examples of these phenomena happened simultaneously in Bandung. Bandung is a small town Java, Indonesia. A pleasant place and an important university town, though there is little to attract the casual visitor other than the delightful art deco Savoy Homan Hotel.

I’d gone out in search of a beer and ran into a handful of Australian military men. They told me they had just completed some secret joint maneuvers and asked me if I was going to the disco. Disco? I looked out at the dark and deserted street and tried to figure out what was the most improbable; a disco or maneuvers that were secret.

I had nothing better to do so I agreed. There was indeed a disco. It was a discreet affair, you could easily walk past and not notice it. But inside it was heaving.

“Usually this place only opens on a Friday,” they told me “but they knew we’d be here.”

“How come?” I asked, “I thought your mission was secret.”

I didn’t get an answer, they’d already hit the dance floor and were enveloped in a sea of women. I sucked back another beer and organised an intense English language workshop at the Savoy Homan.

The Australians had gone by the following evening and the disco was closed, I left the following morning and my part-time hookers went back to being diligent students.

Talking of movies I was just walking past the Peninsula Hotel in Kowloon towards the Star Ferry and I recalled how, in The Man with the Golden Gun, 007 had exited the Peninsula, took the ferry over to Kowloon side and went into a girlie bar called Bottoms Up.

The fact that Bond, the Peninsula and Bottoms Up were all in Kowloon anyway, indeed Bottoms Up was less than a five minute walk from the hotel, neither shook nor stirred the folks from Hollywood but it gave Hong Kongers a good chuckle

Bottoms up was a curious bar. It consisted of three octagonal rooms. A bar was in the middle of each room and in the middle of bar there was a topless hostess, sometimes times two.

In it’s heyday one of these hostesses would have been a lovely, leggy ebony lady called Velvet. Such exotic creatures were rare in Hong Kong back then and she did very well for herself. (continues here.., more pics too…)

I always thought Hong Kong had a strong Gotham atmosphere about it. A vast jungle of concrete and neon. Roads just narrow slits between towering skyscrapers. Well, It turns out that a section of the next Batman movie is to be filmed in Hong Kong this coming November

But some local politicians are not so happy. They are worried about traffic chaos, noise from the bat-copter and inconvenience to the public. I scratch my head and wonder.

The city teams with it’s own film and TV crews crawling all over the city, tripping up pedestrians. Traffic chaos is the norm and as for noise … don’t get me started on the noise.

Hong Kong people will not be inconvenienced in the slightest. In fact I wonder if Hollywood realises just what it
is letting itself in for. Hong Kong people will be out in force to cheer the caped crusader on every bat-chase. And believe me Hong Kong people do crowds with considerable aplomb. (continues here.., more pics too…)

I found this delightful story on a blog called Chopped Onions. You can read the original page right here. It’s a fine blog. For those of you too lazy click, or have already got your dick out ready to express your feelings for our model, I’ve cut and pasted the story.

A RIGHT PICKLE

A few beers with the boys the other day and the conversation came round to Wan Chai and the delights there-in. The general direction of the conversation was that real warriors don’t do Wan Chai on a Friday or Saturday, quote “we leave those nights for the suits”. Experts or dedicated whore monger’s time of choice seemed to be Sunday afternoon. Reason being that Sunday is pretty much a universal day off and this creates an edgy atmosphere of relaxed tension. The tension being that everyone wants to get fucked either by someone else or booze or both.

“Talking of getting fucked….” chef’s mate volunteered, and then went into how he just happened to be passing-by a certain short stay “love” hotel in Wan Chai last Sunday afternoon (a hotel named, with irony I assume, after a British monarch whose name usually implies prudishness and innuendo) and was witness to a more extreme version of the “I got fucked in Wan Chai” scenario. (continues here.., more pics too…)

She was giving me that look, the one where she stares at while you’re watching the TV. The one that makes you feel like a grubby peice of meat. I love it when they look at you like that.

I was in a bar called The Bridge in Wanchai, I’d stopped in for a quick beer after a meeting and wasn’t planning on getting into any mischief. I was staring hard at the TV wondering who would speak first. “Hello Honey”, she said.

Well we exchanged all the usual pleasantries, she was from the Philippines. She told me she had only been in Hong Kong a day and that she had come to visit her friend who was also at the bar.

Then her phone rang. Without a hint of embarrassment she answered it, made arrangements to meet the owner of what was definitely a male voice in half an hour and hung up. “Is this your first time to Hong Kong?” I asked. “Yes”, she said and then answered her phone again. The second fellow was going to have to wait until tomorrow it seemed.

“What was I looking for?”, she wanted to know. I wasn’t actually looking for anything but I wasn’t going to let that little detail stop me. “I’m looking for the kind of girl that likes to have wild sex with total strangers in return for a moderate fee”, I said. She made it clear that she wasn’t that kind of girl at all and stomped off to talk to her friend.

A short while later she had to leave to go meet her date but before she left she passed me a slip of paper, blew me a kiss and said “Call me.” I watched her as she went down the steps. “Nice bum”, I thought, and slipped the paper into my wallet.

The girl flashing her knickers is Fucking Machine Joyce. Click the picture to find a few more of her. Click here to find LOADS more

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I’m not into Asian women exclusively, it’s just that I’ve lived in Asia for a long time and they are the most available. But if any of you have read my other blog Club Totti you’ll already know that I am a multicultural sex fiend. To me variety is the spice of life.

Age is no barrier either, heh, I’ve been over here so long that some of the bargirls I knew back in the early days are now rather attractive milfs. But that’s a story for another day.

I was at the Hong Kong sevens a few weeks back. For those of you that don’t know the Hong Kong Sevens is one of the worlds great sporting events. All the worlds biggest rugby playing nations are there, as well as some of the smallest, at an event that is spread over three days.

But the Hong Kong sevens is more than just a sporting event it’s become a bit of a carnival in its own right. The crowd, many of them in fancy dress, party in the stands with as much passion as the teams playing on the field.

The organisers estimate that over the weekend the crowd consumed about 85,000 litres of beer, two tons of hot dogs, 4,500 sandwiches and 20,000 meat pies. And there are thousands of gorgeous women to drool over.

I found myself seated near a group from Australia. They would have been in their late thirties. Three wives and I assumed three husbands, all good looking people. I’d envisaged a foursome with myself and the three women even before the first beer was poured. Now after a short while it dawned on me that they were a husband short. Well as the beer flowed and we inevitably got chatting I learned the the missing husband had just been divorced and his ex had come to the sevens to lift her spirits.

It was their first time to Hong Kong but I know the city well so afterwards I took them to a favourite restaurant and after that we finished the party back at their hotel … which was conveniently close to mine. At the end of the evening I did the gentlemanly thing and walked her back safely to her room. And in the morning I was able to nip back to my hotel and get a change of clothes before the next days play.

Let’s face it carousing and philandering go hand in hand and back in the old days Hong Kong used to be a pretty good place for both. It still is but it got better … er or worse depending on your perspective. There are now more bars to hang out in and a lot more working girls.

But back then you had a pretty small choice of beer to drink; Carlsberg, Heineken and (locally brewed) San Miguel was about it. They did the job but they weren’t great beers. Now there is a much wider range of very impressive beers, both imported from all over the world, and micro-brewed locally.

Unfortunately this means that my last attempt at carousing was highly successful but the philandering was a bit of a washout.

Enjoy these horny Hong Kong Babes.