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How to Swoop Girls and Influence People (Australia Style)

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My friend “Ian” just picked me up at the Sydney International Airport. Feeling lovely. I had planned to spend some time picking up girls in King’s Cross, eating mad Kebab’s, and laying up at Bondi Beach and some of the northern beaches. Ian, though, immediately upon seeing me, says “Before we go out tonight, we have a bitta work to do…” I immediately got a bad feeling about what this “bitta work” entailed…

Men at work: Land down under

Before I get into that, let me back up first and give you the data sheet on Ian. Although I have not seen Ian in years, I have known him a long time from my London days flipping beans. Ian is actually from London, a true G, sharp dresser, fast cash, fast with his hands, quicker with the heater and fearless. Shrewd, tough, with bundles of nerve and heaps of dash. When we first met, only a fool wouldn’t be able to tell he was going places. However, His ambition sometimes gets him in trouble, for example, a bird in Belmarsh.

One of Ian’s highlights in Belmarsh was stabbing a top dog in the neck. I asked Ian why he stabbed the guy; Ian said “The bloke was being a real pain in the neck…”

INXS – Devil inside

After Ian’s time in Belmarsh, he was accused of some crime he didn’t commit and decided to “fuck off to where the water runs down the plughole the other way…” Hence, the reason I am meeting him in Sydney. Since he got to Australia, Ian had become an unholy terror and doing very well for himself. He is currently acting as sort of an “independent rep”, Standover man, doing collections, and various odds and ends for the top firms in Sydney and Melbourne.

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So anyways, back to the “bitta work” we had to do. Apparently, this Sydney independent drug dealer we will call “Sami” had ripped off an associate of Ian’s. Bad move. Sami also apparently fancied himself as some kind of pseudo-playboy and a “Jack the Lad” as Ian says. Our job for the evening was to heist Sami at his crib. We got to keep the cash and jewels, Ian’s man upstairs got to keep the drugs. Sounds like a fair deal, only I had no interest in a “bitta work”, I wanted to be spitting lyrics at Aussie girls at the swank confines of Hugo’s Lounge in Kings Cross. Ian assured me we would go to Hugo’s afterwards, drinks on him. I was still far from gung ho. Then he told me Sami was a woman beater and I said I was all in. I hate women beaters.

Ian and I got ready, suited down (me in two button black pinstriped custom number, Savile Row, side vents, peaked lapels, Black Prada shirt, Grey Brioni Pocket Square, Prada loafers, Beretta 9mm with silencer, and ski mask in pocket. Ian was in a two button bespoke Armani, grey shirt by, I think, Canali, lace ups by A. Testoni, Glock with silencer, and also a ski mask. I probably looked more sinister overall, but Ian did have on a “brilliant” pair of lace ups.) We jumped in the Durango 75 and the engine purred away real horrorshow, headed for Sami’s crib in Double Bay.

On the way to Double Bay, Ian told me stories about some of his recent collection techniques. I will spare you the details, but many of them involved pliers and an acetylene torch. The tales, especially those involving the acetylene torch, made me want to throw up the airplane cuisine I had consumed hours earlier.

We pulled up a few blocks away from Sami’s huge crib in “Double Pay” and hearts pounding, palms sweaty, made our way there with a quickness. Posh crib, making it snow in Sydney must be good. I tried the front door, and unbelievably it was unlocked (note to drug dealers, always lock your front door). We made our way in like Leopards going for the kill and saw Sami on his couch watching TV, in a robe and flip flops, a pile of beaks and cash in front of him. Ian was on him before he knew what happened. Ian pistol whipped Sami twice, good shots I must say, and Sami went limp with some red, red kroovy coming out of his head. Heart doing somersaults, I checked the house for others and the safe. No other people. The safe in the bedroom closet (note 2 to drug dealers; don’t put your safe in obvious places).

Who can it Be Now- Men at Work

As I made my way back downstairs, (beautiful panoramic view from Sami’s crib, by the way) I noticed that Ian had Sami tied up and bolt cutters around his toes (note 3 to drug dealers, never wear flip flops). Sami was smarter than he looked; he gave up the combination right away and the location of his ill gotten stash. Even smarter, he gave us the right combination. Ian wasn’t fooling around, and neither was I since I wanted to get a cocktail in my system. Maybe some grilled Barramundi. Anyways, the contents of the safe were decent. Heaps of Australian dollars, which is good because the US dollar is pretty weak right now. Some decent diamonds as well, upon quick inspection. I wish I brought my loupe (note to self).

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I went down stairs and showed Ian. He then said, holding his bolt cutters, in a disguised voice, “Go back to the car, have a lookout, you don’t want to see the next part, Mate”. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I still was feeling queasy from the airline omelet I ate. Poor Sami, (well not really, he did seem to be quite the wanker) in the future he shouldn’t put holes in his manners, especially in regards to women.

Overkill – Men at Work

Ten minutes later, Ian was at the Durango, we jumped in and the engine purred away real horrorshow back to Kings Cross.

After fencing the jewels (I am glad Sydney fences work late) and splitting the spoils, Ian and I were 23G Australian richer. I think I just paid for my trip. And since this was now a “working” vacation, I can write off my drinks and hotel tonight, right?

A little later, we walked into Hugo’s like two Titans. Or more like two G’s coming down off a heist-fueled adrenaline rush. Skipped the line, no need to pay a dime, didn’t hang my coat, but now it was time to move to the forefront make my rounds, Say peace and give a pound, have a drink, get down.

It’s a mistake – Men At Work

Hugo’s was filled with fly Aussie Nightlife Princess Contenders, black dresses, high heels, most of them curiously rubbing their noses. This should be fun. The bartender quickly made us two Goose and Soda’s, mad unnecessary extra limes. That’s how they do it in OZ. A fly blonde Aussie girl comes up to Ian and introduces herself to Him. I can’t believe it. In honey’s fairness, I really don’t think she got a good look at me, since my back was turned when I was ordering drinks. Ian goes to sit down with the Sheila on a couch. Guess who is paying for the drinks?

Anyway, I needed to simmer down from the “bitta work” we did earlier. I take a huge gulp of Goose and light up a Parliament Ultra light. Thank God they let you smoke in Hugo’s, or I might have to have a word with Hugo.

INXS – Need You Tonight & Mediate

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On my third Goose and soda, two fly girls Fiona (half Greek and half Aussie) and Jilka (half Persian, half Aussie) come up to the bar (Australia is quite the melting pot). I said “Hi” to Jilka; she showed her dental work and said I looked familiar. I touched her on the hand, I had to feel her. Fiona did the same. I then said, “

You should know by now how this ends…do me a favor…

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The Rest is Up to You…..

Michael Porfirio Mason
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Rooftop Bar Game

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(Before you read this, understand that this was written to address High-class Rooftop Bars and Hotel Pool Bars AT NIGHT. The absolute last thing you will ever see any self respecting G do, is hang around one of the aforementioned Bars, shirt off, greased down and dancing during the day. I was born with olive skin, Iberian genetics, so I don’t need a tan and as a rule, I try to stay out of the harmful UV rays…they make you look older. I can’t help but cringe at the thought of East Coast Guidos, Capri pants, blow out haircuts (is that what they are called?), sterioded out, trying to GHB girls and dancing to house music during the day. The thought of West Coast Trash in Los Angeles or Las Vegas, board shorted, greased up and tribal tattooed down and trying to GHB girls, equally makes my skin crawl. So keep in mind that this was written for Rooftop Bars and Hotel Pool Bars AT NIGHT. I just wanted to make that clear as an azure sky in deepest summer. By the way, when did straight guys start wearing Capri pants? And what the hell are these “Affliction” T-shirts infecting the world like the plague? Seriously, someone let me know, it looks like guys are walking around with puke on their shirts.)

There has been a proliferation of “hip” Rooftop Bars in America’s finest cities in the last few years (I use the term “hip” relatively loosely). I am typically opposed to new trends in Nightlife (I don’t know why we ever got away from Clubs with Everyone on Beans, Models, girls with Bangs and pigtails, lollipops, etc.) but truth be told, I don’t mind Rooftop Bars. Yeah, I understand that there are more Striped Shirts than at a Nordstroms and they serve you $20 cocktails in cheap Plastic Glasses. But, Bottom line is, you can pick up a lot of Fly Girls at Rooftop Bars and since you are outside, you can do it while smoking. Meaning you can look good while doing it.

There are a few things you need to keep in mind, however if you want to be successful at Rooftop Bars. The first thing is that there is less energy in Rooftop Bars as compared to indoor Clubs. This creates a situation with a lot of girls, static, in groups or sets. Not a lot of “swirl”. Typical Pick up Artist theory would suggest that you have a long night ahead of yourself of approaching sets and utilizing “Group Theory”. If you want a better handle on Group Theory, there are plenty of Pick up Artist sites out there. But approaching sets takes a lot of work and energy. Pick up Artists pick up on girls, G’s have girls pick up on them. If you want to pick up Girls easily with minimal effort, keep on reading…

Traffic Lanes

We have already discussed “Traffic Lanes” and “how the river flows” in Manifesto Destiny: Innovative Gentleman’s Club Concepts. Traffic lanes are equally important in regards to Rooftop Bars. Rooftop Bars typically have one entrance and usually the river will flow from the entrance to the Bar. Or from the Bar to the Bathroom. Post up in the traffic lane and every girl will pass by you at some point in the night. Free leads. Like a school of soon to be sashimied Alaskan Coho Salmon , all you need now is the right lure.

Public Enemy, Ice Cube, Big Daddy Kane, Burn Hollywood Burn

Solo

It is very important to be Going for Dolo when you are at a Rooftop Bar. It is less intimidating and girls are more apt to approach you when you are by yourself VS with a Big crew of hoods. Also, a lot of cats go the Bottle Service/ Cabana route. As I have said before, I am not really an advocate. Who wants to be stuck at a Rooftop Bar all night? There are too many fun things to do at night; there are hostesses to intercept as they are getting off work, Street Game to be spit, and Gentleman’s Clubs to dismantle. I can only stand so much of the Civilian Scene on any given night.

The Crusaders, Street Life

Suited Down

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You want to give off an air of intrigue, mystery and sophistication when you are at a Rooftop Bar. I like going with a two button Navy Brioni (only $6700.00), custom crimson Borelli shirt, Gucci Belt, polka dotted Kiton Pocket Square, and Berluti shoes (dope shoes since 1895). Flash and statement making. If you dress like this, you will have girls running to you like the Dutch during Tulip Mania. You should also be tooled up in case you run into rival firms: a vintage Beretta 418 will give you the functionality and style points you are looking for. Italian suits and Italian heaters.

Herb Alpert, Rise

Cocktail

Always have a cocktail in hand. Something that will give off a certain Savoir faire and elegance (well, as much Savoir faire and elegance you can have while drinking out of a plastic glass. It’s not a bad idea to Smuggle in your own Glass rocks glass into Rooftop Bars for style points. Good conversation piece as well). Something simple. A Goose and Soda, for instance. Vino will also give you suavity and worldliness. Martini’s are ok, but since Rooftop Bars typically serve drinks in Faux-glasses (I think there are laws against having glass near a pool or a glass flying over the edge or something) it is not advisable. There is nothing stupider than drinking a Martini out of a plastic Martini glass. During summertime, Rooftop Bars are packed, so no Mojitos, Skippy. Now, I like Mojitos as much as the next cat (and I typically order a Mint Julip as my first drink every year at the Kentucky Derby for traditions sake), but when a bar is busy, you are a jerk if you order one. It is a different matter altogether if you order a Mojito during the day at uncrowded Maxine’s in The Catalina Hotel, in South Beach while spitting Game at a Swiss Miss Model girl from Irene Marie’s while pulling Sunshine Maneuvers.

Biggie, Hypnotize (with sample from Herb Alpert’s Rise)

Smoking/ Lighter

The persecution of smoking actually plays into The G’s hands in regards to Rooftop Bars. Let me explain…Since smoking is now a crime in most states, many girls don’t carry cigarettes anymore. But after a few cocktails, girls want to smoke them. If you have grits you will have more girls crowding around you than an early 90’s E-tab dealer at Narnia. I always carry a two pack minimum. This works especially well in Southern California; (typically I try to avoid Orange County, although I have swooped mad girls from Spy Glass, and Emerald Bay). And if you are going to smoke, carry a dope lighter. Dunhill, Dupont or Zippo. On the flip side, Guys that don’t smoke are at a huge disadvantage in Rooftop Bars. That is why whenever you check out the Top 100 International Playboy Rankings, everyone on The List is a smoker.

So next time you are at a Rooftop Bar post up in the Traffic Lane, roll Solo, suited down and tooled up, drink a smooth cocktail and clack your Zippo. The hook is set; you just need to reel them in. The Rest is Up to You……..

The Honey Cone, Stick Up (When I was a young G I thought this song was about me)

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The Lost Generation, The Sly, Slick and Wicked

Going for Dolo

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“Usually I’m dolo and I gotta crazy team
Car kissed the ride on you, watch for the laserbeam

Your girl want me cuz I do it better than you
The whole world wants me n*gga, I’m a legend to you” – Guru

The days of big crews and gangs are over (especially in regards to Nightlife). Too many snitches, haters, and backstabbers. Even the Gangs of LA are being gentrified. In today’s world, you have to operate in a small crew. Or even better Solo. I mean, you have watched Bruce Lee’s movies right? It’s not Bruce Lee and his big outfit in the movie, you see Bruce Lee solo (although, he did work with a small crew in Enter the Dragon). There are many reasons for this:

Freedom of Decision

Nights are priceless. When you operate in a bigger crew you need to compromise or have a consensus. When you are a top flight G aiming for the Title there is no room for compromise. No more eating at crap restaurants because someone in the crew is low on funds (if you are low on funds, you shouldn’t be going out, you should be earning). If you want to shoot to the Red Light District, you should be able to go on your own terms. (Being The G in the Red Light District will be covered in a future G Manifesto).

Tavares, It Only Takes a Minute

Financial Reasons

If you have dough and you roll with people that don’t have bread you are always going to spend way more than when you just roll out Dolo. No need to get “Stung” on a Bottle Service tab or get caught buying rounds of drinks that never get returned. Or even better, no more “shoulder taps” from some guy in the Gentleman’s Club who blew his wad too quick (so to speak). Speaking of Gentleman’s Clubs, you should always roll solo. We all hate when some Exotic Dancer who just fleeced your buddy, interrupts you, while you are giving directions to another Exotic how to get to your luxury hotel room. You don’t need her asking you how your friend is going to pay for the 10 lap dances he just had.

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NERD, Lap Dance

Agility

If you are solo, you are very agile on the night. When you have a big crew you are the antithesis of agile (and when I am talking about being agile, I am not talking about that fly Russian American girl I recently swooped that was part of the US Rhythmic Gymnastics Team, who is extremely agile, either. If you have never swooped a girl on the U.S. Rhythmic Gymnastics Team you really should look into it…). This is also very important so you can time things properly. Need to catch that fly hostess just as she gets off work? Try convicing 5 guys that you need to do that. Buena Suerte. Also, being agile and solo helps you take advantage of what different factions and outfits have going on. Maybe one crew you associate with has the whole VIP at a fly nightclub rented out and another firm has the back room of a new Salvadorian-Asian fusion joint on lock with a gang of Models. Being solo helps you take advantage of both. Dealers Choice.

Chic, Everybody Dance

No witnesses

When you are a sinister G, there are a lot of things you don’t want other people to know about. Maybe you are playing “The Most Dangerous Game” and are swooping an Underworld heavy’s girlfriend. The kind of Underworld heavy that has arms that reach. This is something you don’t really need anyone to know about. Or, when you are out on the town and between going to the restaurant and the lounge you need to light a match at a rival’s headquarters. You don’t need someone screwing up your perfect alibi and you certainly don’t want anyone to know you did a little arson that night.

Sister Sledge, He’s The Greatest Dancer ( I have always thought that this track was about me)

Hes The Greatest Dancer – Sister Sledge

Ease of use

Let’s face it, when you are rolling with a big crew it is a real pain getting into fly restaurants and dope nightclubs. Especially on weekends. Being solo you can slip and slide into a bar stool and order up some Sea Bass Gravlax with ease. Or, get a cocktail next to two dope girls at the bar. When was the last time you were with 5 guys and you met a party of ten girls, all fly, that all wanted to go home with your whole crew? Right, Almost Never.

Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell, Your Precious Love

Spotlight Game

When you are solo, the spotlight of the night is always on you. I am at the point of my career that I don’t need to play “back up man” for anyone. Being solo, there is no more need to entertain some friend of a fly girl just so your buddy can pull a Chris Webber. Your night is precious, don’t waste it. (And I don’t mean that Exotic Dancer I know from Scores in NYC named Precious, real name Sandy either).

Evelyn Champagne King, Love Come Down

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Mystery

Five guys in a lounge drinking has no mystery or intrigue to it (and I don’t mean that Pick up Artist named Mystery either), girls know what you are up to. Sipping a Goose and soda at a fly Boutique hotel bar, suited down (two button Black Dior Homme by Heidi Slimane, Purple people eater shirt by Borelli, sea blue Brioni pocket square, Berluti shoes) Solo has mystery to it. Going out by yourself has a “sifting” or qualifying aspect to it as well. When you go out Dolo; un-fly, insecure civilian girls will think you are “weird” going out by yourself and won’t approach you. Fly confident girls will think you are a man of style, taste and very self assured. They Will want to find out what you are all about.

Pointer Sisters, He’s So Shy

No weak links

When you are in a bigger crew you are bound to have weak links. Weak links will only clog up the scene. It’s the worst, when someone brings along their “friend from college” or “my boy from home”. These guys are typically unbelievably JV. Always dressed terrible, hanging with them is like carrying a bag of rocks on a hike (not like I ever go hiking, at least not since I was younger and had to break on through with some mushrooms in the California desert…Lizard King style…). They usually come from someplace where nightlife is cheaper and they usually say things like “I can’t believe how expensive drinks are here!” and other drivel that decelerates your night. Or they keep on harassing you to introduce them to girls or hound you for beeks or beans. Best thing to do is ditch them or push them down a Nightclub staircase when no one is looking. Or worse, you have someone in the crew that thinks He is the Star of the night. Like when you are talking to a fly Estonian Model Girl and introduce Guy to her just to be polite and then he thinks it’s His Estonian Model lead. Then you have to clown him and out-Game him so he will beat it. You could have spent that energy so much better, like in making plans with the Estonian Model to meet up at 3am (and I don’t mean DJ AM either) and to continue the conversation you are having over some Bubbly.

Andrea True Connection, More, More, More

Married Guys

The older you get, the bigger chance you have of going out with Married Guy in your crew. Married Guy, as a rule of thumb, is atrocious to go out with (as with all rules, there are exceptions to this. Very few, but there are).

1) Married guys have NO Game.

2) They are either going to talk about married life with the girls you are Gaming and unbelievably, the girls Will listen to that crap. This conversation topic is on the other side of the universe from getting the girl back to your crib. Or

3) He will try to swoop the girls you are hanging out with and not be successful for reason #1 above.

This is all fine and dandy, except he will feel guilty about it and tell his wife about the night, and throw you under the bus and make you out to be the bad guy. This will make his wife hate you even more than she already does and she will never hook you up with any of her friends. (not like I need to be hooked up with girls, I have girls coming out my ears, I can barely hear myself think).

Marvin Gaye, Sexual Healing

Innovative Game

I also like rolling solo because I spit such Innovative Game I don’t really want anyone hearing it and biting it. My conceptual metaphors, similes, analogies, onomatopoeias, allusions, double entendres, parenthetical asides, innuendos and non sequiturs are so sinister I could verbally slap box with the Devil. Dangerous in untrained hands.

Fat Joe, Envy (Sexual Healing Sample)

If you don’t currently roll out Solo, give it a try, and maybe you too can be a One Man Army…

The Rest is Up to You……..

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Bottle Service: America’s Nightlife Nightmare

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I can’t front. There was a time when I liked Bottle Service in Nightclubs. I still remember the first time I experienced Bottle Service. It was about 12 years ago in a very high-end nightclub in Tijuana, Mexico when I was associating with some of the Arellano-Felix crew based out of TJ. The advantages were obvious: beautiful girls came up to your table (in this case upper class fly Mexican girls, which I do have a thing for), you had a place to relax, re-group, and everyone thought you were balling out of control. (For the record, I never did anything illegal with the Arellano-Felix cartel, but I do remember having a Magical Night that night…chicas were sweating me like condensation in a steam room, which was really no different than a night for me without Bottle Service.)

Fast forward to 2007, and Bottle Service has become the standard (and I don’t mean that overrated Andre Balazs hotel in Los Angeles either) for most high-end clubs all across the bubble. It has been popular in Miami and NYC for at least ten years, but my sources tell me it is currently popular in many C-grade cities and they even offer it in many D-grade cities as well. The advantages are still there, primarily, Bottle Service allows a group of Investment Bankers, Hedge fund guys, commercial real estate jerkoffs, or any type of weesh 9 to 5 guys the ability to enter a club with out too much hassle. But there are many problems that Bottle Service brings to nightclubs in general and nightlife in particular. There are also a few more reasons why I am not a big fan of Bottle Service.

Camp Lo, Dj Honda, Disco Tec

The Crowd Bottle Service Brings

In the 2000’s we have seen a corporatization of nightclubs. Now when you go to a nighclub everyone is some kind of corporate jerkoff. Interesting people are no longer found in Nightclubs. The artists, writers, intellectuals, underground DJ’s etc have been effectively priced out of the nightclub with bottle service. The only people that can afford it are the Investment bankers, real estate types, and Celebs (and of course, underworld figures). That is why when you walk into a club you see so many striped shirts that you think you are seeing some kind of 3-D optical illusion. The funny thing is that these are the type of guys who would have never gotten into a club in the old days (nights) when you were picked out because of how you looked, dressed, if you had connections, or by reputation. So today, clubs are full of people that normally would have been standing in line in nights gone by.

Juelz Santana and Lil Wayne, Blow

Too common place

The whole purpose of Bottle Service is that it separates you from the masses. But today, there are clubs with 40 tables of bottle service. All it has done is raised the bar on what is the norm. Every fool with a platinum card can buy exclusivity. What is so exclusive about that?

Wale, I ain’t sprung…lyrics

Stuck it the same spot

I really don’t like Bottle service because I like to be agile when I go out. If a nightclub sucks for whatever reason, I don’t want to be tied down to some table with a three bottle minimum. I like to stick and move (so to speak).

Camp Lo, Lucini

Don’t realize how expensive it is

For me, where CASH is no object, this is a non-issue. But for everyday regular guy out there this can be a major problem. When you get a table at a nightclub, you think “OK, two bottle minimum, bottles start at $200, there are four of us…that’s only $100 each!” Wrong equation. Once you get there you realize that the Smirnov is $200 but the Goose is $350-400 per bottle. You have to get the Goose, or it defeats the whole purpose of getting the table in the first place. Then you have to pay for the overpriced mixers. Then the table of the guys with the professional Athlete next to you has just ordered two bottles of Cristal, and the Girls that were hanging out with you are slowly shimming their way over to their table. So you need to counter attack and get two bottles of Crist to keep pace. Keep in mind at the end of the night you have to tip the Vip Waitress in the corset that brought you everything. And you can’t be cheap now, because all night you have been hitting on her with your “big balling” paper thin game and she gave you her number (you don’t realize yet, skippy, but it was a fake). Pretty soon your $400 night is $2700. Good for the club, bad for the chumpy patron.

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Divvying up the Bill

This is when things get interesting. Let’s say you rolled in with 5 guys and got a table. Without fail, at least two guys are going to come up real short. Or they can’t be found when its time to settle up the bill.

These weak crews also always have one guy that just brings over other guys to the table. These other guys also probably won’t have a problem ordering 15 Patron shots on your tab as well as doing heavy pours off your Goose bottle. Like clockwork, once some Platinum Diggers, Nightlife Princesses, or Table Hawks finally do make it to your table, the 2nd Goose bottle will run out. That’s when some guy, (usually one who has no cash when the bill comes or says “where is the ATM in the club?” and usually reports back “the ATM is broken, I will get you next week, you know I am good for it”) will order up two more Goose bottles without hesitation. This guy also usually has a tendency to disappear when the bill comes.

Don’t be the card holder

If you do make the mistake of getting Bottle Service, you never want to be the card holder in a Bottle Service situation. This puts the burden of responsibility on you. You Will get stuck at the end of the night. Remember you and your “Fly Crew” can’t pull out 5 credit cards and split the bill up 5 ways…remember the whole goal was to look like you were flush with CASH.

Friendships Broken

More friendships have been broken over Bottle Service. Everyone involved thinks they were “done wrong” by someone in the crew. Angry, acusatory emails usually follow then following Monday: “You and your boy drank off our bottles all night and didn’t even offer any cash”, “Remember you said you would split the bill with us?” “Why do you go out if you don’t have any money?” etc.

Final thoughts

Never get bottle service. But if you do, don’t be the card holder. Don’t get it with a weak crew. Avoid other peoples tables as well, even if you don’t have a single drink off their bottles, they will think you did and try to hit you up for $500 the next week. The only time I will do it is if I am taking some people I care about and just pay CASH for the whole thing.

I can’t help but laugh every time I see a table of Real Estate or Investment guys dressed in striped shirts, gay t-shirts with writing on them, designer jeans, at the end of the night, their bottles nearing empty, no girls, trying in vain to salvage their night with some weird dance moves. But there is no saving them. It’s like when you stab someone in the jugular with a big serrated knife and you twist. The ambulance might be on its way, but it’s too late…you are losing too much blood…you fade out…The Rest is Up to You…

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Side Note:

Tonight I am going to a nightclub with Bottle Service (a necessary thing for Heist men looking for tips). I am meeting two of my best childhood friends in town who are young up and coming guns with the Mossad. I am paying…CASH.

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T-Pain featuring Akon, Bartender

The Gentleman’s Club Theorem AKA The Local Bar Theorem

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It’s no secret that G’s are often found in Gentleman’s Clubs. As for me, I was kind of sucked into the lifestyle (so to speak). Why? Dumb question. Gentleman’s Clubs are pound for pound, round for round, night for night, consistently the best incubators of Fly girls to swoop for The G. Another benefit is you can see how fly a girl really is before you swoop on her due to the lack of clothing Exotic Dancers wear at work (if female pharmaceutical reps went to work half naked, I am sure would have become a Doctor instead of a Heist Man, make sense?) No surprises. I don’t like surprise parties let alone surprise un-fly girls.

The advantage of The Gentleman’s Club Theorem is once you are running full throttle, you can swoop two to three new, fresh girls a week even before the weekend starts. Without breaking a sweat. Now if you say you don’t want to swoop three more fly girls a week; have fun lying to yourself, Skippy. And your head must be more messed up than cornrows put in by blindfolded upper-middle class white suburban girls. You can’t just roll up in The Gentleman’s Club and keep on spitting the same paper thin routines you have been spitting. You can’t keep playing checkers. You need to play Chess. You need to recondition your mind. So Get Ready, you need to read The Gentleman’s Club Theorem (I also call it “The Local Bar Theorem” because my “local bar” in each city just happens to have topless girls. How is your local bar?).

The Temptations Get Ready

Lock the Spot Down

This is probably the most important aspect of The Gentleman’s Club Theorem. You want to have the whole spot under your influence. This is going to take time, work, and repeated showings at The Gentleman’s Club. It starts with the valet guys. They are the first ones you see when you approach The Gentleman’s Club. They can give you info on which girls are working, which Exotics have knocked off work early, or if a hitter from a rival faction is waiting at the bar to levitate you. This is life or death type stuff. Locking these guys down along with the head bartender and the head Bouncer/ Manager is the trinity of Gentleman’s Club Lock Downs (and I don’t mean that Super fly Model style Exotic Dancer I know from Scores in New York City named Trinity, real name Rachel, either).

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René & Angela – I’ll be good

Dress Sharp like a Box Cutter

The Goal is to be the flyest Cat in the Litter. Which really isn’t too hard these days since so many fools are coming Straight Outta tha Mall. (I go boutique, or work with designer and tailors direct in case you wanted to know.) Or at best regular guy is dressing straight out of Details or GQ Magazine which in case you didn’t know is run by Gay guys. Nothing against gay people, (In fact, I love Bi girls) and gay guys are cool, since they are non-competitors. I just find it funny when straight guys that hate gay people dress like gay people. So, anyways, to avoid confusion, dress like this as an example; Black with Sugar Bear Blue pinstripe custom Prada, Bespoke two button suit with notched lapels and side vents, Grimace purple Gucci shirt, Prada cap toed lace ups, tie optional and Violet Brioni Pocket square (and I don’t mean that Catwalk style, La Perla Exotic Dancer I know named Violet from The Penthouse Executive Club in New York City, real name Jennifer either). It’s also a good move to get a good haircut or shave before hand. Be careful thought, these days you can even get bad haircut at Drucker’s in Beverly Hills . Although, you would be hard pressed to have a better haircut experience than Drucker’s (outside of course, Taylors of Old Bond Street London and Geo F. Trumper, London , the original on Curzon Street ). I mean, that’s where Bugsy Siegel used to get his hair cut for God’s sake. In fact, Benny and I both got our last hair cuts at the same place. (The Shave of Beverly Hills is decent also as well as Aidan Gil in New Orleans )

The Chiffons, He’s So Fine (Ever since I was a kid I have thought The Chiffons were singing about me with this song)

Grease

Grease is a necessary component of Locking a place down. Gentleman’s Club + Grease + G = Lockdown. And I mean Grease everyone. Refer to: The Art of The Grease (click here). Greasing is priceless (and I don’t mean that Cajun Cutie with Flapper Hair Exotic Dancer I know named Priceless from Rick’s Cabaret in New Orleans , real name Erica either).

Foxy Brown ft. Jay -Z – Ill Be

Chill and Lamp

Very important. Relax like Mitch “Blood” Green’s perm. You have to seem like you have more important things on your mind than Beautiful, naked girls. Which of course, you don’t. When ever I am running The Local Bar Theorem I always seem very distracted. But in reality, my mind is working overtime, running computations, figuring out which girls are friends with whom, which bouncers are going to try to put salt in my game, which girls are best prospects for The Trio, etc. Relax and have patience (and I don’t mean that Sophisto Style, Mac Gloss Girl Exotic Dancer I know named Patience from Hustler Club in San Francisco, real name Veronica either).

T-pain ft. Yung Joc, Buy you a drink

Friendly and Gentlemanly

You want to give off positive waves of energy when you are Locking down a Gentleman’s Club. Catch a girl that falls off balance coming off the stage with her clear plastic high-heels. Light every girl’s cigarette before yours (or do a double light move). Let waitresses pass by with a tray full of Ketel One shots in front of you (worth its weight in heron). Offer girls waters occasionally instead of cocktails. Tip waitresses for no reason. Tell Dancers which guys are sure thing Marks. Give some encouragement to an Exotic that is having a rough night. Know The Game. Don’t bug girls that are working and fleecing a customer (and I don’t mean that caliente Colombiana style Exotic Dancer with Shakira hair, I know named Felice from Solid Gold in North Miami Beach, real name Tesara either).

Fabulous ft. Ne-Yo, You make me better

Back Story

You need an Air tight Back Story. First off, you are Always from somewhere else, even if you live full time in the city you are currently in. But you do “keep” a place in the current city you are at. Or you are staying at some Fly hotel in town for an undetermined amount of time. Always act like CASH is no object. Come up with a real vague occupation when asked, like; “I am in international business”, “I am in the Caviar trade” or “My family produces Champagne in France ”. Have fun with it. Pick something that sounds legit but implies a lot of money but has an illegal tinge to it. Exotic Dancers like that stuff. Saying, “I am a real estate agent” doesn’t work. If you have a good back story, and you follow The Local Bar Theorem to The Seventh Letter it will spread through The Gentleman’s Club, like only gossip, rumors, and Tragedy does. Use your Imagination. Sky’s the limit. (And I don’t mean those Hippy flippy, SuicideGirl style sister Exotic Dancers I know named Imagination and Skye from Deja Vu in Seattle, real names are I think Imagination and Skye, (their parents were hippies) either).

DJ Khaled with Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana, Rick Ross, Lil’ Wayne & Fat Joe, Brown Paper Bag (G Manifesto Certified Track)

Exude Class and Wealth

Although I am the Son of Revolutionary Killers and I have spent plenty of time on The Street, Alleys (and I don’t mean that Fly Exotic Dancer I know named Ally with lips like Angeline from The Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas, real name Allison either), and The Underworld, I have spent an equal amount of time in the Upperworld with the fortunate and privileged. And, truth be told, the blessed from the Upperworld can be just as treacherous as the dwellers of the Underworld. But that is another story. Throw in a dash of snobbery and arrogance for good measure for the devils pie.

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D’Angleo Devils pie

Champagne

I usually try to target the Exotic or Exotics that know a lot of other girls and will run her mouth about how cool you are to hang out with to all the other Exotics. Always keep Champagne on Ice like Winnipeg at your Crib and treat the girl’s first class. This data will spread to the other girls. You can go to her crib, but chances are her Pug Dog will get his dirty paws all over your Brioni slacks. Better to play on your court (and I don’t mean that dope sunset style Exotic Dancer with Pixie hair, I know named Kourtney from Body Shop in Los Angeles, I think Kourtney is her real name also, either).

Diana ross, It’s my house

Don’t Scalp

Once you have things cooking with The Local Bar Theorem and things are on the up and up, many G’s have the tendency to Pillage and Plunder the Gentleman’s Club. Don’t do it like Zheng Zhilong or Henry Morgan. Don’t scalp like the Indians did on Custer’s Crew. You don’t want to do this. You want to just skim the Cream off the top. Don’t attack with the ferociousness of a pack of Lions on the Serengeti in Kenya (and I don’t mean that illmatic coco Exotic Dancer with Kelly Rowland hair I know named Kenya from Seamless in Las Vegas , real name Kelly, either). Stay low-profile and The Local Bar Theorem will be the gift that keeps on giving, like an Atari during the days of “Just Say No”. Or a fresh out the box Desert Eag with no bodies attached. Or a never been fired seven plus two.

D’Angelo ft. AZ, Lady

The Whirlpool Effect

Once you spend a little time, and Dress Sharp, Grease, Chill, act Gentlemanly, have a good Back Story, Exude Class and Wealth, have Champagne on Ice like Alberta (and I don’t mean that dope Latina Exotic Dancer I know named Alberta from Scores in Las Vegas, real name Jasmine, either) and Don’t Scalp you will create what is called in the industry “The Whirlpool Effect”. This happens when you step in the spot and every Exotic looks at you like a welcome friend. They don’t want your money. They don’t want you for dances. You are their refuge and safe haven, or a flight to quality (much like investing in gold bullion during down markets when done correctly). And they all just keep getting sucked in (so to speak) hence the name, “The Whirlpool Effect”.

Camp Lo, Black Hollywood (First look)

Currently, I have the “The Whirlpool Effect” going in Clubs in at least seven different cities, and that’s just America (not counting Canada ). If you are able to do this, you will have enough Exotic Dancer Jewelery and Clothes left behind at your Crib to open up your own Boutique Clothing and Jewelery stores. You should look into it.

The Rest is Up to You…….

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Michael Porfirio Mason
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