There is little doubt that Cape Verde is a great place to meet women. If you like them black or mullato Cape Verdean women are absolutely beautiful. In many ways Cape Verde reminds me of Dominican Republic. It’s just richer (like much richer) as to sightseeing, activities and cultural diversity and much more innocent attitude-wise. Although one must say that the attitude (and even looks) change a bit (and price more than a bit) from island to island.
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I have travelled far and wide around the world over the last ten years since being a repeat visitor to Thailand. I have been searching high and low for the worlds best mongering, the worlds best sex destination. I would now like to share with you my best mongering memories from around the world.
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Happy new Year mongers! It’s customary for my first post to be a review of mongering of the year gone by, to give a summary of the best and worst mongering experiences that happened during 2016. I did a mongering review of 2015 and it was well received. I visited 6 countries during 2016 including 5 new ones. So here goes a review of the best sex destinations and experiences of 2016. Enjoy.
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So on the ground mongering in Chisinau Moldova was not looking good. Foreign tourists on the streets in Chisinau commanded no special status, if anything tourists to Chisinau were viewed with some suspicion, why come to Chisinau? good question, I was trying to discover why come to Chisinau.
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I was quickly running out of P4P options in Riga, I had done the strips clubs and Erotic massage. The only other option open to me was maybe hooking up with a freelancer in one of the nightclubs in Riga. Raddison Blu has a nightclub in the basement called Friends and is for over 25’s, so likely the Freelancers would be MILFs in their thirties…
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My last full day and night in Cartagena was upon me. I had been taking breaks of 2 to 3 days between each girl I have met so far in Cartagena, due to feeling exhausted and lackluster. Only now am I starting to find my feet, adapting and getting that horny feeling back. Even though Cartagena is more a late night venue, there is plenty of P4P pussy available, mostly latinas. I was chatting on and off to quite a few pretty teen latinas on Tinder, maybe it was time to take another chance with Tinder and a particular pretty teen latina I was fond of.
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On my second night in Cartagena managed to lose my cherry with a very busty latina in the La Dolce Vita nightclub, with La Dolce Vita being a mongers favorite in Cartagena. What I wanted to try while in Cartagena was contacting local Colombian girls on Tinder, maybe meet up with some non pro and semi pro girls.
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I wake very early in Cartagena due to the time difference. My first day and night in Cartagena had been pretty uneventful due to recovering from jet lag and acclimatizing. It can take days to adjust. Well I am up early and one thing I love to do in the morning is take a walk along the beach, even if it is not the most pretty of beaches I have been to.
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Two days and nights in Las Palmas and still no pussy. Today is Monday and I will do a little tour of the casas. Casas seem to be the only real option for some mongering in Las Palmas. The brothel nearest to the hotel Concorde is Casa Rosa numero 9 Calle Thomas Miller. No rush though will have my cooked breakfast and a nice walk along Las Palmas Beach.
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Las Palmas to Havana Dreaming
My first night in Las Palmas Gran Canaria on the Canary Islands and my dreams were trying to compensate for the lack of available pussy and mongering available. My dreams were telling me to walk to Centro, yeah just walk to Centro. I mean Centro in Havana is only over 4000 miles away. Wishful dreaming, cheap and easy mongering. I guess it was the Spanish language Las Palmas and Havana have in common. Between dream state and being awake I was also considering cutting the trip to Las Palmas short and flying home to London.
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