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Swooping Girls in a Down Market

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It is no secret that the US economy sucks right now. All kinds of Indices of Leading Economic indicators are falling. Residential Real estate is in a tail spin (except the extremely high-end market). We are seeing sharp drops in building permits. Consumer Confidence is low coupled with the number of initial claims for unemployment insurance rising. Orders for Durable Goods has dropped (the Durable Goods report being one of my favorite indicators). Crude Oil prices are constantly testing its all time record high. We have a credit crunch. The Chinese are killing us (and teaming up with the Euros). So is the War. The dollar is weesh. The best Stocks are trading sideways, hell, even the Casino Stocks are taking a hit.

Really, the only way for the economy to pull out of this is some kind of Internet 2.0 miracle. Or, foreign investors with deep pockets recapitalize the U.S. financial sector, which is already happening. (The G Manifesto’s Guide to The Top Ten ways to Make Money in a Down Economy coming soon…)

Whatever spin people want to put on it, and a lot of what you hear is politically motivated, the US Economy is getting “check hooked” like Ricky “The Hitman” Hatton in his fight with “Pretty Boy” Floyd.

(Side Note: Recently, I was at Bergdorf’s in NYC buying some pocket squares and some fly rich girls from Madrid were treating the place like a bargain basement sale because the dollar is so weak. Anyways, I made plans with them to have some drinks at Jean-Georges later that night…worked out well…in case you wanted to know.)

Anyways, enough of that, what we really want to know is How to Swoop Girls in a down economy. The good thing, is you have come to the right place, as I cut my teeth as a baby G in a down economy. So, what I am saying is, I got moves for days. These G maneuvers are especially good for up-and-coming G’s that might have their Sneaker Game straight but they Paper Game is lacking. Here are some:

Dive Bars

When you have a down economy, the high-end restaurants and nightclubs; that we have been putting up at a breakneck pace over the last few years, are not holding mad girls like they used to. Especially not on weekdays. I have done an unofficial case study and I have concluded that; when people have less money, people go to dive bars more. I just went to a dive bar the other night to test my theory and KO’ed it. I called it out before I went out, so I guess you could say I “Muhammad Ali’d” it. And believe it or not, I even went non-suited down.

(Side Note: In the plus column, the down economy has also lessened the number of “guy” out at night. Remember, even six months ago, when you walked into a restaurant you would see so many guys in multi-colored striped shirts you thought you were looking at an Ellsworth Kelly Painting? They are all gone now. The Nightlife World is literally Littered with the mangled Corpses of fake-players, just as I predicted it would.)

Part of the reason I went non-suited down was because I constantly have haters claiming things like, “That guy, Michael Mason, sure he can swoop girls at the high-end spots, but he can’t swoop girls unless he is in a $4500 suit…” and garbage like that.

Haters so easily forget, that when I was an up-and-coming prototype G, I was hip-hop-skate-graffiti artist fresh to def every day, all day. Versatile. Plus, I got the fat nine skills in bowling beach breaks. On point, on the points. Even better on the Mexican reefs, high on reefer. And I was a sneaker head before sneaker heads existed.

So anyways, I rolled into this dive bar, that I haven’t been to in like 8 years, and it has been taken over by hipsters more or less (dope dive bars have the tendency to be infiltrated by Hollywood hipsters nowadays. One of the reasons I haven’t been in a while. Blame that on that stupid movie “Swingers”.)

I was wearing a black and red Skeeem hooded sweatshirt, Tranquilo t-shirt (dopest clothing/ money laundering company ever), custom plaid slacks from my Italian tailor, and Muhammad Ali Adidas kicks. Kind of a Kanyeze-Ali-kickflip-beanflipper-fiendleaner-G steez with a New-school twist. If, you know what I mean.

Anyways, the competition in the Dive bar was so light it almost floated away like chronic smoke. Every girl in the spot was clocking me like the Swiss. I was dressed so fresh here, girls were looking at me like I was a young David Koresh here. And I was flipping new school Pimp Game, straight vicious, changing Missus names to “Delicious”, even granting a few wishes.

Goose and Sodas at $5? It was like drinking for free. Swooped the flyest girl in the spot, silencing critics like Money Mayweather. So wat cha sayin’?

Retail- Boutique Move

A good Day move, especially for West Coast Beach towns, is to bump around the beach like Johnny “Bump City” Bumphus in a drop top mint condition ’63 Cadillac. Roll up to a Beach sandwich shop, the kind with fly girls working there. You know the type of joint, the kind of place where every sandwich comes with Avocado or bean sprouts or some other healthy crap. Where, they got mad Acai smoothies. Order a sandwich, flash a big bankroll while paying for it and get the fly girls phone number that slapped it together for you.

Do Or Die-Po Pimp

Then slide the Lac, past the beach, cop a few more numbers from beach bunnies, say “What up” to the local heavies and then park the whip in front of a fresh girls clothing boutique (however, not an extremely high-end one where a Platinum Digger would shop). Even in a down economy, girls buy mad clothes on plastic. Post up in the Lac while eating the turkey-smoked cheddar-avocado sandwich and girls will sweat you coming in and out of the clothing boutique. Works every time.

Skate Board Moves

This is a great younger Prototype G move for the younger girl set (18-22 year olds). If you see a couple of fly girls kicking it, skate over near them and bust a sick trick. Something simple, like a kickflip or a stalefish air over a curb. Or a basic Varial. I used to bust a lot of Judo airs, Mute airs and Feeble Grinds in my day. Small Wheels and Baggy Jeans supreme. No need to get all Danny Way or my main man Sean Sheffey on it. Just bust a dope trick with style. Then introduce yourself. They will be down. Great opener. Also you can package this move with:

Sean Sheffey

Zig Zag Smoke

When I was a younger prototype G I used to twist Jays and puff wherever, whenever. I would play it like Sean Paul if you would gimme the light. The beach, the streets, the club, sitting on Dubs, didn’t matter. I am talking smoking. And my last name isn’t even Frazier. Nor is my first name Joe or Marvis.

More high-profile the better. I have done an unofficial case study and in down markets people puff more weed. So a classic move is to bust a slob air over a curb introduce yourself to the two fly girls and spark up a jay. They will introduce themselves to you. Word life.

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The Rest is up to you…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Game Doctor Spock
The Guide to Getting More Out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Sean Sheffey- Virtual Reality 1993

Sean Sheffey – A Soldier’s Story 1991

Meth vs Shef

LUPE FIASCO “KICK PUSH” W/INTRO

Ellsworth Kelly

In Defense of Wesley Snipes

Word on the street is that Wesley Snipes, the star of “New Jack City” and an actor in “King of New York” is going on trial for being on the wrong side of The Internal Revenue Service. I really don’t have much of an opinion on the intricacies of the trial (although the venue of Ocala, Florida has got to hurt). But I do have an opinion on the man.

Here is a little story:

I had just got back to Los Angeles from a prolonged working vacation in the South of France. My good friend “Callahan” was throwing this dope gig in LA at the El Rey Theatre. Black Eyed Peas were performing. Think Black Eyed Peas before they added that girl with mad plastic surgery. You know, the one that all girls put on their ringtones nowadays. Behind the Front days. “That’s the joint, that’s the jam” days.

Anyways, it was a pretty celeb-heavy underground type-gig. That guy who was the main star of “Basketball Diaries” table was right next to our crew’s table. Mad fly LA Nightlife Princesses also.

My friend Callahan and I were chillin at the front bar talking French heists and strategy, slightly on Beans. Sipping cocktails.

Black Eyed Peas – Joints & Jam

As a young G on the rise, I was suited down of course, in a custom Italian number by…I can’t really remember. But I probably had a Glock 17 in those days as they were pretty hot then. Shirt blown open. Pocket Square. My friend was wearing whatever was the height of fashion for those days in LA. I don’t have to tell you that I was dressed doper than him. But that’s neither Sugar Hill nor E-tab Pill.

Up walks Wesley Snipes to the bar, solo, no Entourage, suited down kind of Nino Brown Style. This was not “Blade II” era Snipes, it was more “Roemello Skuggs” era Snipes.

Wesley Snipes: “How are you guys doing?”

Callahan: “Real Good.”

Michael Mason: “Perfect.”

Wesley Snipes: “Good.”

Callahan (obviously feeling it): “Yo Wesley, I was Passenger 58!”

All three of us: Laughter. (I didn’t really get the joke at the time, but I was feeling good so I played along).

Introductions all around.

Then two mad fly girls, taller than Snipes and myself, if I remember correctly, came up to Snipes and gave him very enthusiastic hugs and kisses.

Then one of the two girls in a shitty LA attitude kind of way, says, “Who are these two guys?” meaning us. (You don’t really see this kind of attitude today as much as you saw in the good old days.) As if, I wasn’t just heisting on the Côte d’Azur and chilling with topless girls; named things like, Florence and Marie, on the beach two days prior.

Snipes then says after a slight pause for greater effect, “Callahan and Michael are my two best friends in the world” with an opened arms gesture. The two girl’s expressions changed from “over us” to “into us” immediately. After some more small talk, Snipes exited stage left and left us with the two girls, who by now, were down for whatever.

Not like we needed any help, but I have never forgotten Snipes’ gesture of Class. In my book, he has always been the coolest cat in Hollywood.

“I am not guilty, you’re the one that’s guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition. You’re the one who’s guilty. I mean, c’mon, let’s kick the ballistics here: Ain’t no Uzi’s made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than Nino Brown. This is big business. This is the American way.”- Nino Brown

I hope Snipes isn’t found guilty either.

Oh yeah, we ended up swooping the girls. Assist by Snipes.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Love is a Battle Field (Papoose / Pat Benatar) New Jack City

New Jack City

King of New York – Trailer

Ice-T, New Jack Hustler

Outlook for 2008

The G Manifesto’s Outlook for 2008:

“Prediction is very difficult, especially if it’s about the future.”- Danish Physicist, Niels Bohr.

Bottle Service. Ever since I dissed bottle service on wax in: Bottle Service: America’s Nightlife Nightmare there has been a slowing of bottle service (I am not taking credit for Bottle Service’s demise, I just think most G’s are sick of it). Don’t expected a death of bottle service in 2008 (nightclub owners still need to recoup increasing rents as well as escalating insurance costs), but expect the slowing trend to continue. Short bottle service in ’08.

Drugs. Expect more of the same. No new drugs. This decade’s Nightlife is in bad need of the new Ecstasy. And by “bad need”, I mean like a person who has been stabbed 20 times with a shank is in bad need of some pressure, some gauze and a blood transfusion.

Nightclubs. The trend of extravagant nightclubs will continue as long as guys have enough dough to write big ego checks to become a part owner. But, dough isn’t getting baked right now in many parts of the country, so this will affect the openings of the big clubs. We won’t see as many new big clubs as we have seen in the last three years.

The Multi-colored Striped Shirt. Like the “Shiny Club Shirt” before it, The Multi-colored Striped Shirt is finally dead. The most clichéd article of nightlife clothing this decade has gasped its last breaths of air as 2007 came to a close. I have personally waged a campaign of War against the Striped Shirt (and Striped Shirt Guy) for the last 5 years. I don’t have to tell you that this was a satisfying victory. For The People.

Sushi Joints. We will see some of the “nightlife scratch” to continue to be funneled into high-end sushi joints in 2008. And we will continue to see an increase of Sushi spot/nightclub fusion joints. Sushi has really emerged as one of the best ways of social eating (and of course, high-end tapas style restaurants and bouchons).

Pick up Artists. The Pick up Artist phenomenon will only grow stronger in 2008. It is like this decade’s version of “Revenge of the Nerds”. Personally, I love it. More power to them. (Keep in mind there is a distinct difference between The G’s and The Pickup Artists.) The Pickup Artists will have to continue to mutate their Game since many of the older routines are becoming well known (RIP “The Cube”). But their principles on Game will be as relevant as ever.

Emo. I still really don’t know what “Emo” is.

Affliction Shirts. The Striped Shirt Guy has partially transformed into the Affliction Shirt Guy. I really hope the Affliction Shirt thing keeps lasting. I mean, how hard can it be competing with guys who look like they are walking around with puke on their shirts?

Jay-Z – I Know (Live Performance) -American Gangster

Classic Architecture. Intelligent Club owners, hoteliers, and restaurateurs will get away from the tired modern architecture and go more classic. More French bordello style. More classic-decadent.

Boxing. Don’t expect to see as exciting a year as we had in ’07, but it will still be a solid year. Bernard Hopkins VS Joe Calzaghe, Roy Jones VS Tito Trinidad, Kelly Pavlik VS Jermaine Taylor II are already on the docket. I wouldn’t be surprised if Oscar de la Hoya showed up again to fight Ricky Hatton. I also wouldn’t be shocked if Floyd Mayweather Jr. stepped in with Miguel Cotto before ’08 closes. Boxing is far from dead.

Restaurant as Theatre. The “Gimmicky” restaurant has ran its course. Restaurants are going to have to be more focused on good food and good service to do well in ’08 and beyond. Kobe Beef focused joints…out. Caviar Bars…out.

Latin American Politics. Ecuador, Bolivia and Venezuela unstable; potentially Paraguay and Nicaragua also. Mexico, Brazil, Chile consolidating stronger. Central America and The Caribbean, transitional. The Girls in all Latin countries consolidating more fly. Go long Latina Girls in ’08 (so to speak).

Nore ft Nina Sky, Daddy yankee – Oye Mi Canto

Suits. Suits are going to be all about luxurious and exceptional fabrics. And immaculate cuts.

Tightening of Funds. There is going to be a severe tightening of funds in ’08. If we get $4 a gallon gas, expect to see a slowdown in Nightlife in general. Dust off your ‘70’s siphons. Personally, I don’t care either way, at $4 a gallon gas, girls will only be easier to swoop on for G’s with CASH.

Lounges and restaurants. We will see an increase on Lounge/restaurants with good boutique food from small organic farms and DJ’s to become more relevant with the demise of bottle service.

Stricter door policy. The top clubs will implement a stricter door policy to stay relevant. No more buying your way in…corporate guy.

Sport Coat and Jeans. The “I am dressed up but still casual” style of dressing will persist like a bad flu. What was once the fashion go-to move for the stand-up comedian set, is now worn by “cool guys out on the town” on both coasts. This has really become Game’s equivalent of the bad toupee.

‘80’s Boots. Girls are going to continue to wear ‘80’s style boots in ’08. Yeah, I know girls have been busting this style in NYC for the last few years, but it is spreading on the West Coast like a bad case of poison ivy (and I don’t mean that fly Exotic Dancer I know from the Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas named “Poison”, real name Rachel, either). A shame too; I have always been partial to girls in skirts and high heels. Either way, I have peeled off my fair share of ‘80’s boots off fly girls in the last few years. And I plan on continuing to do so.

EPMD-So Whatcha Sayin

Change. The only constant. We will either have the first female President of the United States or the first African-American President of the United States. Both are a good thing.

Mortgage Brokers. Dead. RIP. Toe tagged. Bodied. Never much a factor anyway. By next decade most of the ones buying bottles in ’05 won’t be in The Game anyway. A famous Pimp once told me “5 years is a good career for an average Pimp”. The same is true for a Nightlife Playboy. Obviously, I am way better than your average.

G’s on the Rise. Expect to see more high-dollar International heists in 2008 (Criminality in the Luxury Sector). Also, expect to see G’s continuing to be the most dominant force in The Game. War has been declared on Celebrities, actors, pro athletes and musicians. No one gets a free pass in ’08.

2008, time to set it straight. Know what I am saying, and there is no Half stepping. Word. I’m ready.

Are you?

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Big Daddy Kane – Smooth Operator

Mobb Deep – Backwards

Leopard takes down 2 Wildebeest

Players Court Verdict

Seems like everyone, as 2007 comes to a close, thinks that they are a “player”. Everyone thinks they have Game. That is, until, they run into a True G and they get sent back down to the minor leagues. Let me breakdown a little story…

I rolled with my droog Hugo, AKA The Viper, to an Art Gallery Opening and we were slicing the spot up like imported Prosciutto di San Daniele, at a little Italian Market. We got pretty hungry so we decided to head over to Nobu (of course, I like the slabs more at Masa, but that’s neither Ankimo nor Otoro).

We walked into Nobu, silky and flamboyant, like a modern day Earl the Pearl and Clyde Frazier, only in Custom Italian Suits. Choking the joint like Sprewell. I was in a 2 button ETRO with side vents, inverted interior and ticket pocket, Gucci shirt, Prada tie, Brioni pocket square, Chrome Desert Eagle and Gucci loafers. Hugo was busting a chalk stripped Dolce and Gabbana suit, Cornealli shirt, I think, Zegna tie, Versace pocket square, Glock 17 and Prada shoes. Both of us had Bankrolls thicker than fog and green like a baby Praying Mantis. We both had more bullets than Elvin Hayes or Wes Unseld. And we were coming in Peace but we both brought a piece.

Public Enemy-he got game

As we cruised in, I said “hello” to some older cat who knew my dad from my dad’s Studio 54 days, left this one pro baseball player “hanging” on a high five that I have issues with, said “Hey Carnal” to this East Los ex-gangbanger-now playboy I am friends with, and gave a hug and a pound to my droog “Ian” who was at the bar with some Model Bird (I mentioned Ian before in How to Swoop girls and Influence People). Ian was freshly in town from Australia and seemed to be doing well.

Hugo and I gave two kisses greetings to the Asian hostess girls and took a seat at the sushi bar. We said “what up and konichiwa” to all the chefs and finally settled in.

I then noticed first, two super fly wealthy Mexican girls eyeing us. You know the type; dark hair, rich, beautiful; the kind of girls that date cartel guys or politicos. Or the kind of girls that have hermanos in the cartels or in politica. Or the kind of girls that at some point dated guys killed in cartel wars or politico rivalries. Or…you get the point. One was in a Nina Ricci dress, the other in a Chloe silk dress. Both dripping with jewelry, holding, I think, Bamford Ombre Crocodile Totes, and wearing, Valentino evening sandals.

I noticed second, that las chicas were in between two young pseudo “hot shot” plastic surgeons. You know the type; the kind of plastic surgeons that advertise in “party mags”. Which, turns out, is where Hugo recognized the plastic surgeons from. The plastic surgeons were dressed in suburban mall-bought sport coats, t-shirts, jeans and square toed shoes, probably Kenneth Coles, I am guessing. The height of fashion for the plastic surgeon set.

These guys probably thought they were on a major heist with these two fly Mexicana girls.

And they were, that is, at least until Hugo and I stepped into Nobu. These Plastic Surgeons might have been Board Certified by American Board of Plastic Surgery, but they were not Board Certified by The International Board of Game like your humble author and his loyal droog.

I then came up with a plan to get one of the girls outside, since they were sweating us like a sparring session at Gleason’s Gym. I put a cancer stick in my mouth and motioned to the exit so she could follow me outside. She smiled a pretty girl’s smile. And I haven’t seen a smile that pretty in a while.

I went outside and smoked my jack, shot a rack of “insurance policy” texts, but she never came.

When I re-entered Nobu, both girls were sitting down next to Hugo talking with him. My “come smoke outside move” didn’t work, but at least Hugo peeled the girls from the plastic surgeons. Peeled like a potato in Belfast. I sat in between las Chicas and the Plastico Surgeons, effectively “boxing” the Surgeons out. The top-shelf Spanish Game we were spitting didn’t hurt either.

The plastic surgeon guys paid their tab in defeat (which, I am sure was pretty hefty…run along and do some more breast augmentations, skippy). My friend Ian, at the bar, saw the whole swoop go down and was laughing hysterically.

The plastic surgeon guys then met up with a couple of buddies at the bar and were mad dogging Hugo and I for twisting their wigs back. I was praying they were not going to confront us, not because we couldn’t handle them (do me a favor), but because Ian has grown increasingly violent and is hyper-sensitive about disrespect.

Ian has even taken to shooting people inside nightclubs in Sydney and Melbourne (which, I reckon is the reason he is in America now, to let things cool out). I am God’s child, but sometimes I think Ian is employed by Satan. The last thing I needed was Ian to open up and spit abalone shells in Nobu, I have enough problems already. And swooping fly rich Latina girls isn’t one.

Thankfully, the plastic surgeons didn’t have the bottle to approach us and just left to lick their wounds. Smart move on their part (I guess they did learn something in medical school besides how to carve up women) as the night was still young. They don’t know how close they came.

Fat Joe ft. J Holiday – I Won’t Tell

Word of warning to plastic surgeon guy:

Don’t ever step to real G’s. Think about it, plastic surgeon guy, you have been spending your life studying, getting picked last on the basketball court as a kid, not in The Game, and not spitting Chess Pieces. Just because you now have a couple of C-notes to rub together, and an office staff of decent looking women idolizing you, doesn’t mean jack in the real world (this goes for “hot shot” lawyers too).

We (meaning G’s), on the other hand, have been out on the streets all our life, partying, dealing, heisting and come from long blood lines of cold hearted killers (Ian’s dad was friends with The Twins back in the day in Bethnal Green, Hugo comes from a long line of Latin politican/diplomat/killers, and your humble author, as I have mentioned before, is a child of an Irish and Spanish Revolutionaries.)

Those plastic surgeons need to take their Game around the corner to the Game Rehab.

Players Court Verdict: The plastic surgeons are Guilty on all counts of Faking the Funk.

I have said it before and I will say it again, that apart from Spanish wine, cigarettes, flash custom suits, and heisting drug dealers, what I love most is chopping apart plastic players (no pun intended) and heisting their girls.

Oh yeah, everything worked as planned with the rich Mexican girls…

The Rest is Up To You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your Doctor when in Need
The Guide to Getting More Out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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CAM’RON-I REALLY MEAN IT

Win Or Lose Remix (DJ Genius91)

Jaguar vs Coyote

Top Ten Strip Club Mistakes

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We have written many times in The G Manifesto how to break down the Gentleman’s Club into atoms and molecules. But, I still see prototype G’s making the same mistakes over and over. So, today we will go over The Top Ten Strip Club Mistakes to avoid:

1. Using Credit Cards. You shouldn’t use credit cards period. This is how Big Brother and The Illuminati track our mind, soul and body. So, it shouldn’t be a surprise that you should never use credit cards in a Gentleman club. There are so many reasons we don’t need to go into them all here. Not the least, what are you going to do with $500 in “Beaver Bucks” when you leave?

2. Focusing on one Exotic Dancer. This is one of the most common mistakes you see guys make in a Gentleman’s Club. Don’t get spooled up over one girl. You lose all your leverage. Any semi-successful business dealmaker will tell you that the key is to have multiple deals cooking at once. That’s Leverage. Gentleman’s Clubs are no different.

3. Long drawn out conversations. News just in, Exotic Dancers are hustlers. An argument could be made, that the best of the best are maybe even the female version of The G. A far-fetched argument, but an argument could be made none the less. The longer you get caught up in sob stories, or let them weave their magic (and I am not talking about that kind of Magic that I weave to turn two kilo’s into three, either), you are at a disadvantage. Stick and move (so to speak).

4. Calling it a “strip club”. Show some class. It’s a “Gentleman’s Club”. Marks go to strip clubs. G’s go to Gentleman’s Clubs.

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5. Not being suited down. And when I say, “suited down” I mean Suited properly, not some 9-5 suit that an accountant guy wears during some conference in Milwaukee. Wear something custom, flash and statement making. A 9-5 suit. (That is, 9pm to 5am). Let’s face it, most guys dress like buffoons these days. Old-school players are rolling over in their graves. (I don’t know if I have ever used the word “buffoon” before, but I can’t think of any other way to describe it.)

Styles P featuring Swizz Beatz “Blow Your Mind” (Uncensored)

6. Not bringing enough CASH or Bankroll. You never want to get involved in any maneuver undercapitalized, much less a Gentleman’s Club. Ever stepped into an illegal high stakes poker game with a small bankroll? Stepping into a Gentleman’s Club with a small bankroll is equally as stupid.

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7. Spreading CASH around the wrong way. The wrong way is caring and showing emotion. Don’t be cheap and don’t act like you care. Exotic Dancers deserve a bottled water or some kind of weird, colorful shot when they get off stage. Some of those pole moves are tough. See if your civilian girlfriend can hang upside down on a pole and do a transfer into the splits.

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8. Not locking bartenders, bouncers, waitresses and managers down. These people can be your allies or your enemies. Keep the wheels greased.

Side note: The female bartenders and waitresses can be some of the best leads in the joint.

9. Acting like every other guy. It’s a Gentleman’s Club, skippy, you didn’t sign something that says you have to tell the truth. You don’t have to use your real name either (it is not like her real name is Sapphire…right?). You don’t have to be yourself. Gentleman’s Clubs (and nightlife in general) are all about escapism. In fact, you are way better off not letting her know what you actually do for a living. If you want a girl to like you for your true Working Class Stiff self, find a civilian girl. Exotics like three types of guys: Losers, Gangsters, and International Playboy/Gs. Choose one.

Side note: Lower-end Exotics in weesh clubs like Bikers and Rockstars. (Thank goodness Rockstars haven’t really been a factor since The Beastie Boys destroyed them with “No Sleep Till Brooklyn”).

Beastie Boys- No Sleep till Brooklyn

10. No Dances. This kind of falls into #9. “Guy that gets dances, is guy that doesn’t get Exotic Dancers”- Famous International Playboy.

Four more. Top Ten Strip Club Mistakes made for a better title than Top Fourteen Strip Club Mistakes. You can appreciate that, right?

Smack that – Akon feat Eminem

11. No Gentleman’s Clubs in December. Unlike your humble author, most regular people in this world have weak immune systems for some reason (probably poor Genetic make-up) and in December germs are floating around like crazy. I don’t have Mysophobia or anything, but Nightclubs in general and Gentlemans Clubs in particular are incubators this time of year.

12. Rolling in a big group. Nothing says “mark” more than rolling to a Gentleman’s Club in a big group. Go for Dolo.

13. Not having a good reputation. And when I say “reputation” I mean sexual reputation. News that you regulated an Exotic spreads in the dressing room like Southern California Wildfires with Santa Ana Winds.

14. Not reading The G Manifesto. If you want to swoop Exotic Dancers read these:

Manifesto Destiny: The Gentleman’s Club

Manifesto Destiny II: Innovative Gentleman’s Club Concepts

The Gentleman’s Club Theorem AKA The Local Bar Theorem

Advanced move for Picking up Exotic Dancers

It’s all there….

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The Rest is Up to You……

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
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