Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
One of the most effective moves you can do at a Gentleman’s Club is called “Lobster Trapping” in the G’s argot. This also works especially well in a Down Economy.
Basically, Lobster Trapping is going to a Gentleman’s Club early in the night, let’s say 10pm, and post up. You only want to stay about an hour or so.
Wale- “Penthouse Anthem”
During that hour, you want to do the typical G things we all know and love: roll in Dolo, suited down, flash CASH, smoke jacks and tell lies like OJ on trial. You know, International Playboy type stuff. Tell girls you are only staying for a “little while” because your friend is opening a new dope Wine Bar or something. Display mad swag.
Which for me, is no bother since I got more Game than Parker Brothers, Can’t Lose like Parker Lewis, and drink more wine than Robert Parker.
Basically, make the Exotic or Exotics crestfallen that they can’t roll with you. This is the setting the “trap” part of Lobster Trapping. When they beg you to come back, give them your Appypolly loggys and reply “Maybe”.
Next you want to shoot to some kind of civilian lounge or nightclub for a while and crunch some civilian numbers. Maybe some waitress girls, Nightlife Princesses, Platinum Diggers or swoop a promoter’s or DJ’s girlfriend. Spend about an hour and half or so doing this (these time estimates are based on a Typical West Coast time schedule. Las Vegas or Miami Beach would obviously be different). This will give the Exotic Dancers just enough time to miss you, for the Washington Apple shots to take hold, Beeks to have effect and for “regular guy” to make you look good.
After that non-sense, shoot back to the Gentleman’s Club. It’s time to check the “harvesting” of your “traps” for Exotics. (And I don’t mean that Super fly Model style Exotic Dancer I know from The Rhino in Las Vegas named Exotica, real name Cindy, either).
Girls will be all over you like lobsters on rotting, decaying Dover Sole. Or a rival you delivered down to Davey Jones Locker.
Close Artistically.
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
I know the whole “Hipster” thing has been going on for a while now, but lately it is just taking over. Hipsters everywhere. And truth be told, even though I have swooped more Hipster Girls than any lead singer of any crappy band that they listen to, these girls really don’t respond very well to to your Humble Author.
Hipster Girls like Beta Males. They like “guys” with tight jeans, messy hair and emotions. Essentially, they like the antithesis of The G and his custom suit wearing, Alpha swaggering, cigarette smoking, Zippo Clacking, International Playboying self.
So I met this young fly Hipster girl named “Melissa” last week at this Art gig.
This “text message conversation” last night needs no further explanation:
Melissa The Hipster: Happy Thirsty Thursday! (10:16 pm)
Melissa The Hipster: Hey, where are you? (10:17 pm)
MPM: Where are you? (10:25 pm)
Melissa The Hipster: @ (insert name of high profile crappy boutique hotel spot)…come! (10:25 pm)
MPM: Who are you with? (10:30 pm)
Melissa The Hipster: My Boyfriend (10:30 pm)
Melissa The Hipster: Hes gay.. not to worry! (10:30 pm)
MPM: I am never worried (10:35 pm)
Melissa The Hipster: Where u @? Come meet me! (10:35 pm)
MPM: At (insert smooth French Brasserie with a solid Duck Confit and an owner who gives me huge Bordeaux pours, pro-bono) (10:42 pm)
Melissa The Hipster: Going home..class early tmrw..maybe this weekend we ll run into each other (10:42 pm)
Got blown like Miami Condo Debris, then bounced like them cars out in Long Beach.
“Some girls say I’m the cutest, others say that I’m the rudest,
meditate like a Budist, expose em like a nudist,
I’m Jesus they Judas, my diamonds the bluest,
got the answers, they clueless, Ashanti foolish.”
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
As a bartender and trainer at a national restaurant chain, Rebecca Brown earned a couple thousand dollars in a really good week. Now, as a dancer at Chicago’s Pink Monkey gentleman’s club, she makes almost that much in one good night.
The tough job market is prompting a growing number of women across the country to dance in strip clubs, appear in adult movies or pose for magazines like Hustler.
Employers across the adult entertainment industry say they’re seeing an influx of applications from women who, like Brown, are attracted by the promise of flexible schedules and fast cash. Many have college degrees and held white-collar jobs until the economy soured.
“You’re seeing a lot more beautiful women who are eligible to do so many other things,” said Gus Poulos, general manager of New York City’s Sin City gentleman’s club. He said he got 85 responses in just one day to a recent job posting on Craigslist.
The transition to the nightclub scene isn’t always a smooth one — from learning to dance in five-inch heels to dealing with the jeers of some customers.
Some performers said they were initially so nervous that only alcohol could calm their nerves.
“It is like giving a speech, but instead of imagining everyone naked, you’re the one who’s naked,” Brown, 29, said.
Eva Stone, a 25-year-old dancer at the Pink Monkey, said dealing with occasional verbal abuse from patrons requires “a thick skin.”
Makers of adult films cautioned that women shouldn’t rush into the decision to make adult movies without considering the effect on their lives.
“Once you decide to be an adult actress, it impacts your relationship with everyone,” said Steven Hirsch, co-chairman of adult film giant Vivid Entertainment Group. “Once you make an adult film, it never goes away.”
The women at the Pink Monkey say dancing at a strip club might not have been their first career choice, but they entered the business with their eyes wide open. The job gives them more control and flexibility than sitting in a cubicle, and “it’s easy, it’s fun and all of us girls … look out for each other,” Brown said.
In this economy, “desperate measures are becoming far more acceptable,” said Jonathan Alpert, a New York City-based psychotherapist who’s had clients who worked in adult entertainment.
“A fire broke out early this morning at the Body Shop, a landmark strip club in West Hollywood. The Los Angeles County Fire Department said the fire was reported at 6:46 a.m. at the club at 8250 Sunset Boulevard.
About 40 firefighters were battling the blaze, said Art Marrujo, a dispatch supervisor with Los Angeles County Fire. Television helicopters showed flames flaring through the roof. Firefighters said they didn’t know what caused the fire.
“It’s too early in the investigation to know,” Marrujo said.
UPDATE: After about an hour, the fire was knocked down at 7:43 a.m., said L.A. County Fire Inspector Frank Garrido. No one was injured. Initial reports showed smoke and fire coming out of the building, with fire in the attic and flames through the roof of the single-story building, Garrido said.”
