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Nightlife Generalship and Nightlife Princesses in Barcelona

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First night in town, no team around, Going for Dolo and begin my night at the Hotel Omm Barcelona lobby bar. Custom Suited Down, of course, I roll up, order a vino tinto and strike up a conversation with the smoothest cat in the spot. Or at least he was until I walked in.

I hit up “Oscar” for some Barcelona data sheets as I haven’t been to this city in a while. Oscar seems to be the resident playboy and he gives me some hot local tips, none of that Port Olimpic tourist stuff. I am out for fly Catalan girls.

Oscar gets called to the other bar by some cat he knows or the chef or something. So I just play the high post, and kick up my Gucci Loafers, International Playboy style. Within minutes, a striking blonde Catalan girl slides in beside me and orders a Cava. Her beauty actually gets me off balance and I hesitate; she looks like a young Michelle Pfeiffer in Scarface, exuding class in a full length dress, dripping diamonds, flapper hair and all; which works out well, since I look not unlike a young Manolo. I even briefly think of “blowing out” my collar, but decide against. Thankfully, “Elena” rescues me and starts talking and we begin exchanging lyrical jabs in a “feeling out” round. This girl is beautiful; she could easily make my top 500 most fly girls I have swooped list.

Of course, Oscar returns when he sees me talking to the flyest girl in the spot and starts in with some high energy Game. This is not an uncommon situation; rolling Dolo, striking up a convo with a local G and having girls immediately step to you. It is however a tricky situation, a new ally can quickly turn into a new rival.

I have to hand it to Oscar, as his high energy Game, local knowledge and talking about how everything was “increíble” and “maravilloso” threatened to knock me out the box, and metaphorically, caught me with a looping shot.

I was now put in a tricky situation, I could have countered his high energy Game with high energy Game of my own, but I thought that could be a race to the bottom.

So I switched up speeds like Bruce Lee and took my Game down multiple notches, played aloof and effectively “shoulder rolled” Oscars Game. This made him appear a little spazzy and over-anxious. I also stayed in the convo and landed clean effective lyrical “punches” and even spit some Game in Catalan in addition to the Castelllano. For style points, of course.

Oscar wasn’t going to give up easy, and I can hardly blame him, this girl was beautiful and for all I know, I was encroaching on his Base of Operations. He had no interest in going out before to a nightclub, but when Elena, the Nightlife Princess, suggested going to the nightclub Solo, all of a sudden he was all in.

I did notice two weak points in Oscar’s Game: one, he did not smoke and had a slight cough, which told me he wasn’t 100%. And two, he said earlier he had to go to work the next day, so I knew if I could get him into deep water, I could drown him.

We all three skip the line at Solo straight to VIP. Although such things rarely hold my affection like when I was a younger G, however, rolling with a top tier Nightlife Princess, does have its privileges.

After an hour or so, Oscar, like I had anticipated, bowed out. However, Elena being a Night Princess, was constantly stepped to by cats she knew. I just stayed in the cut and used Nightlife Generalship (which is similar to Ring Generalship, only in a nightclub), to defeat all comers. Displayed some Salsa Game as well.

Solo closed, rolled to Oshum, things got a little Beeky and it had to be at least 7am. Endurance has always been one of my strong suits.

I go for the finish, “Quieres ver mi apartamento cerca de Passeig de Gracia?”

She responds, “Si, vamos!”

Not a bad start to this Barcelona trip.

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Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
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City of Ghosts

Deborah Harry – Rush Rush (Scarface Soundtrack)

Dope Start to Summer

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Made some scratch on the Floyd “Money” Mayweather VS Sugar Shane Mosley Fight (which played out pretty much exactly as I thought) and The Kentucky Derby.

With the Euro getting mauled, its a good time to go to Spain for a little Geo-Arbitrage, of sorts. Good thing I am in Barcelona now.

Timing.

The Barcelona girls are just as fly as I remember them. Maybe flyer.

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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
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The Best Feeling

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When I was a young up and coming Proto-Type G, I used to think the best feeling was flying on beans and getting a blower from a young fly girl with pigtails at 5am after a rave.

Then I thought the best feeling was kicking back, suited down at Parasol Up at Wynn sipping on Spanish Red, grit in hand and seeing that Exotic from the Spearmint Rhino round the corner after her shift for a meet up at 4am.

I also used to think that hitting a trifecta at Del Mar, getting measured for a Custom Suit, pulling off a Standover job, or Entering the Dragon was the best feeling.

What do I think is the best feeling now?

Booking a flight.

Once I book a flight, the whole world takes on a rosy hue of unlimited success.

Since I just booked one to Spain for a month or more, you could say I am doing much better than fine.

I still have adoration for the fly pigtail girl while on beans thing though. Where are the girls with the pigtails at these days?

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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

Freeway Ft. Young Chris – Everything’s Gonna Be Alright

The Salsa Swoop Move

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Here is a new move from the most recent Chambers of The G Manifesto:

First things first, take some lessons and get your Salsa Game up to Par. The beauty of The Salsa Swoop Move is you don’t have to get great at Salsa, you just need to be better than a typical gringo, which isn’t saying much.

Now it doesn’t matter if in is Cali, Cartagena, Barcelona, Miami Beach, Medellin, Republica Dominicana , San Juan or Bayamon, just roll in the salsa spot like the Don Juan behind the Don.

Approach a fly girl or group of fly girls like you normally would rolling Dolo, like Tony without Manolo.

Being an American, sooner or later, the conversation will come around and she will ask you “What kind of music do you like?”

Always respond, “Música Latina, Salsa”.

She will then inevitably ask you if you dance Salsa.

Say, “No, I never have, but I think I can pick it up pretty quick, can you show me?”

She will always say “Of course”.

The trap is now set.

Once you start dancing, you “pick it up pretty quick” and start busting some ill Salsa. Any mistakes only give more authenticity to the move of just “learning it on the spot”.

Once she sees your Salsa Game, she will be amazed, her eyes will dilate, and falling for you, she will have an “A-ha” moment of sorts.

From here, it’s your Game to lose, Oh my Brothers.

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The Rest is Up to You…

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

EL GUAYABERO DE CUBA : Amarren al perro

Player Myth #4080: The Need for a Dope Crib

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Roosh just wrote a data sheet on swooping girls in Brazil while living in a Favela. This reminded me of one of the biggest Player Myths out there: The Need for a Dope Crib.

Here is a little story of when I was a younger prototype G.

At the time, things were getting hot for my Running Partner and I in America. So we moved some green like Minnesota Fats, and rolled down to Costa Rica and Panama for an extended stay.

After relaxing in the jungle and indulging on olas to the brain, it was time to move back. Actually, we were out of dough. In fact, we were so broke that we literally only had enough money to rent an studio apartment in the worst building in our hood. Granted, our “hood” was one of the most beautiful and wealthy beach towns in Southern California, and a block from the beach. Still, it was pretty much a shanty.

That all being said, I can barely remember a time when I swooped so many fly girls as in that crappy crib. We would roll down to the beach daily, spitting The Greatest Pick up Line of All Time and roll girls back up. Once back in the crib, all we had was two beds on the floor, so swooping was basic. A real minimalist approach, if you will. All hours of the day and night, we had fly rich beach girls knocking on our door.

In short order though, we got back in biz, got our Bankrolls tight and we could move out.

With all the girls we were swooping, I remember having second thoughts.

Bottom line, Game will take you a lot further than a dope crib.

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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

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