Sheldon Adelson’s Venetian Macao Resort Hotel is now open for biz on the Cotai Strip. The 2.4 Billion dollar casino is the largest casino in the world and the second largest building in the world.
The resort features 3,000 rooms and 3 indoor canals (as opposed to one in the Venitian in Las Vegas) and mad fresco paintings. This casino tips the balance of power in the casino world in Macao’s favor over Las Vegas. Macao already does more in gaming revenue than Las Vegas (keep in mind Vegas has diversified its income).
Adelson has plans to invest up to $12 billion and build some 20,000 hotel rooms on the Cotai Strip in the near future. Go long Las Vegas Sands Corp. (if you haven’t already).
I haven’t taken a trip to Macao since Stanley Ho (G Manifesto Hall of Fame member) was the main gun and the Hotel Lisboa (Casino Lisboa) regined supreme. I have also chilled with Pansy and Daisy Ho back in the day. Looks like it is time for a return trip. The Rest is Up to You…….
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Hustler’s Hustler
AKA The Pusher’s Pusher
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Back on June 14, two Heistmen netted a jewelry score worth 290 million yen (about 2.53 million dollars by my calculations). The two men entered the Exelco Diamond Tokyo store in Ginza, and sprayed tear gas on a clerk. They they proceded to pry open the showcases and took a 100-carat tiara crafted in Belguim and a necklace. The Heist only took a few moments and the pair never spoke.
Unfourtunatly, for the Heistmen, the spray can was found later by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. The tear gas is widely available in France, but prohibited from being exported or being taken out of France. The TMPD then contacted the French Police thru Interpol and the can’s serial number revealed that the tear gas was purchased at a military surplus shop in Marseille. The police don’t know who purchased the tear gas, but it has led them to believe that the Heist could have been by the Pink Panther crime group known to base out of the South of France. (Side note: The South of France is a great place for Heistmen to lay low. I also like Pays Basque, Pais Vasco, and Catalunya.)
I always think that Heists are a lot less smooth when someone is harmed. The true “Art” of the Game is to have no victims save the insurance company or extremely wealthy people who are known to be less than outstanding citizens. For instance, a greedy Rich guy that let’s say, hits women. That kind of guy deserves to be heisted. He actually deserves worse. It would have been a better heist if they did not harm the clerks and maybe “tipped” the clerks on their way out. I have always thought that stuffing a C-note in the pocket of the jewelry store clerk on your way out is style.
Leaving clues behind is one of the greatest mistakes a Heistman can make. That can of tear gas found could really hurt these guys. Unless of course, they were trying to steer Interpol in the wrong direction. That of course, would be style. You can’t argue with the size of the heist. Heistmen can make even more than Hedge Fund Managers or Private Equity Barons. And it’s more honest work as well. The Rest is Up to You…
The theme is Hawaii Fusion, east meets west. This is a chain with 34 restaurants owned by the Outback Streak house company.
I don’t normally do chain places, but Mark used to work there and said I should try it. He set the reservation for me, and his wife was to be our waitress.
The place:
This is a fairly nice place with the emphases on Asian tan colors, dark wood and some bamboo hints throughout the restaurant and bar. They have some really cool wall hangings. Think modern Asian. Nice ambiance and some cool lighting.
The bar area is nice, but smells like sour mix, this is from the rubber floor mats – a common problem in many bars. I wouldn’t want to eat at this smelly bar.
This is a full service bar. There were a few couples eating in the bar area. The bartender was responsive and knowledgeable about the menu. He only messed up one cocktail – forgetting the Grey Goose for my girls Cosmo. (She tasted the difference at once and sent it back.) He recovered nicely. I had the Kona Longboarder Lager, a nice golden lager, not so hoppy brew that won’t kill my taste buds. The bartender offered up a taster of the “House” martini – tasted like Malibu rum, ice and Skyy vodka. I didn’t like it all – too sweet.
The food:
We started off with a really nice Jalapeno Hamachi appetizer with a citrus ponzu sauce.
Paper thin slices of pepper top good size slices of fish along with grapefruit and avocado slices. A great app, good quality fish, nice flavor and not overboard on any one flavor – well balanced. Solid.
Second app was brought to us “on-the-house” and was a smoked salmon panko crusted meatballs. Tasted like smoked fish with panko – nothing special.
We took our drinks and were shown to our table by a tall long legged hottie. Both hostesses were pleasant to the eyes, and one seemed to actually have a brain.
We sampled a couple more apps. We tried the Hot Peanut oil seared Ahi with a soy sauce on it topped with black and white sesame seeds. The hot oil doesn’t really cook the fish as so much as bring out the natural fish oils –thus bringing out even more fish flavor. Very good app here.
We were brought a second on-the-house app – this was a lobster pot-sticker. Pot stickers are usually steamed or pan cooked. These were of the fried variety. They came out not hot, the fried wrapper was not crisp. I couldn’t taste any lobster in it. Served with spicy Togarashi Miso Butter Sauce (good sauce). Not prepared or served correctly.
Next up was a Chinese Muscovy Duck Neapolitan. Start with some sort of green veggie on the bottom of the stack, add a roasted red pepper next, top with duck confit and top with a combo of rich sauces. This one app could ruin an entire meal due to the high level of duck fat (but it’s a good thing). Very rich app with a good amount of duck confit. You could make a light dinner with this one.
Dinner for her was the Diver scallops with a risotto. The scallops were large nicely seared, not over cooked, and the risotto was great. There was a bur blanc type sauce that was done right. The dish was prepared well, and Camilla enjoyed it.
I chose a house special. Hawaiian Butterfish Misoyaki style. This is a very rich dish even for fish. The combo of white miso paste and glazed with teriyaki sauce makes it overall too sweet for my taste. It was served with a ball of sushi rice and a small braised bok choy as the veggie. Due to all the other food before I was only able to eat the fish – and that was difficult due to the richness of everything.
My Take:
Roy no doubt is a great chef with awesome skills.
The entire menu is based all around Roy’s special sauces created for each dish.
These sauces are more in line with heavy rich styles from France then anything from Asia, except for the basic ponzu sauce.
The food quality was good, and the presentations done nicely. The cooks seem to do a good job preparing as everything we had was cooked right, minus that pot-sticker.
The wait staff was on top of everything and provided good service.
Very rich dishes that showcase the sauce not the food.
I prefer more on excellent quality products prepared correctly. Let the high quality of the product speak for itself and use the complicated sauces to highlight the food – not cover it up.
“Nicely pieced together Sir! I am all about rolling solo. I have seen my last days of dragging and funding turds around all night. I have implemented a cover charge to hang out with me for the night, whether it’s my brother, Derek Jeter (who I saw you ho slap in Vegas) or some high rolling import who does leveraged buyouts. I charge $500 up front and $500 on the back end should one of these gremlins swoop on my deep stock of femininas. Even though I am comped EVERYWHERE including charities, I still make these critters buy me drinks that I just dump out and often make them fetch me such crucial G items as Viagra, e-tabs, Escobar, and additional female livestock. Rolling solo is my game too, but why not make a little bank roll off the chum? I tip my white Gucci top hat to you Lizard King, the Peoples Champ has spoken the truth once again!”
That is actually a really good idea, charging a cover charge to hang out, I like it. I typically will not let someone roll with me unless they are bringing a gang of Model girls, and I need to see photos beforehand for confirmation, to make sure they are Haute Couture Models, not something weesh, like a Model that just did some bathing suit print ad for a surf company. I am so sick of guys saying to me, “You already have two girls, can I come with you?”. Come on skippy, I can handle two girls by myself…..MPM
Life is good. Life is so good, I can feel an intense Euphoria when I exhale a lung full of Parliament Ultra Light smoke (and I don’t mean that Exotic Dancer from The Rhino in Las Vegas named Euphoria, real name Tricia, etiher). Well, let’s just say my life is way better than yours. Just this week I have slept with six different beautiful women (a diversified portfolio of 2 fly exotic dancers al mismo tiempo, a top tier Nightlife Princess, a Brazilian model girl from Elite, a Czech/ Canadian model from Toronto, and a rich daughter who’s dad is a West Coast titan of industry microchips and such, I think). I have been in three different dope cities, and dined at some of America’s best restaurants (Alinea in Chicago being a standout, Grant Achatz is a rising star on the Holyfield), most of it comped. Bartenders have refused to take my money. I have insisted. I haven’t gotten out of bed (and I don’t mean Club B.E.D in Miami Beach either) before 10am every morning and that is only to kick out the girl or girls from the night before (kick outs are always done respectfully of course). I had a money counting session with some Koi Fish Japanese guys I know, that let’s just say required a money counter. And I have done it all while puffing on cigarettes and swathed in custom made Italian fabrics so my style points have been off the charts. I even started to floss every day. By the way, how was your week? But it always wasn’t like this. There are many moves and lessons I have picked up along the way, many during childhood. Here are some of them:
Get a Good Running Partner
Back in elementary school, first grade, I met one of my best friends who became very instrumental in my becoming an International Playboy. The first day of school we had a new kid come to class, let’s call him “Jason”. We were all sitting on a rug listening to the teacher try and teach us stuff about reading or animals or some crap. Now, for some reason or another, my inner city elementary school had a pretty bad cockroach problem. Not sure why, our school just had mad amounts of these critters scurrying across the floor. So, anyway, when the teacher was trying to go over our lessons, Jason starts picking up the cockroaches and throwing them at all the little girls in our class. You could imagine that the shrieking coming from the girls was absolutely deafening. Personally, I was laughing my head off. The teacher was screaming at Jason to stop it, and screaming at me for laughing. Once the teacher settled everyone down, Jason would grab another cockroach and throw it at the girls. I could tell he had zero respect for authority and plenty of heart. He was soon sent out of class to sit in the hall. I also noticed that the girls actually kind of liked him. I was really too young to care, but I did etch it in my young skull that maybe being a “nice guy” wasn’t the best way to get girls.
Later during recess, I saw Jason playing on the monkey bars and I could see he had mad skills. Backflips off the monkey bars and such. I approached him. I think I said something like, “I know your new here and don’t have any friends. I really love your material. That whole cockroach thing was genius. You and I need to team up. I think we can do well together”. He agreed. He became my first “Running Partner”. See, I was a great idea man, and I needed someone with heart to help carry out my schemes. Jason was it. We pulled off a lot of great heists together, and later in life, Jason’s climbing ability, utter disrespect for authority, and fearlessness made him a great Second Story Man.
LL Cool J, I’m Bad
Bullies and Peoples Champs
Around this same time, we had a school Bully we will call “Billy”. Way bigger than the rest of us, Billy was as mean as he was tough. He generally steered clear of me and my Syndicate that I had developed in first grade. He mostly picked on the weaker kids. Even as a little kid, I have fancied myself as a “People’s Champion” and a protector of the weak and oppressed (that is why even today I give a lot of my “earnings” back to the poor and help bankroll liberal politicians). One day, Billy went after one of the kids in my outfit and gave him a pretty good beating. I had fought Billy before with minimal success, although I was quicker, and had mad hand speed like a young Sugar Ray (and I don’t mean that Crappy band from Newport Beach either), he was just too big. So, later, my crew and I came up with a scheme. We would “do it for Johnny”. Four of us came after Billy. I stepped up first and I started dropping Bees on his face. Pretty soon he was leaking some red stuff that looked like the Cabernet my MOM used to drink every night while she cooked Tortilla Espanola and Paella. Billy then grabbed me and I got him in a head lock. I was done for except for my friend who we will call “Charlie” (who was half Irish, half African American, the fastest of us and later in life a great getaway driver and Playboy in his own right), Picked up a huge rock and dropped it on Billy’s ankle. It had to hurt. Billy even cried for the first time. Other kids were in celebration. Our crew was tops. Girls congratulated and sweated us. Billy continued his Bullying ways but not on us. In fact, Billy and I kind of became friends. I used him for certain “muscle” jobs later on.
Palmer Park’s own, Sugar Ray Leonard, the 2nd Sugar Ray (the first being Sugar Ray Robinson)
Style and Smoking
When I was in I think in third grade, my family and I went on a trip to Northern Ireland. Most families go to tropical places on vacation, Bahamas, Bermuda, Hawaii and the like. My family went to war-torn Belfast. I guess that’s the price you pay when your father is a Heist man/Revolutionary/Playboy (that is until he met my MOM, and the Playboy stuff was over). I remember my dad took me to meet some of my relatives, IRA all of them. My uncle who dressed in the Irish IRA height of fashion for those days; black leather jacket, black slacks, and Irish flat cap, was sitting on the back of truck. Then I saw him take a “strike-anywhere” match, strike it on the bumper of the truck and light his cigarette. I was awe-struck. It was the coolest thing I have ever seen done in my young life (probably even cooler than Jason’s cockroach thing). Puro Cool. Un-cut Raw like the Toro at Nobu London. I also noticed that two fly girls, Irish Lasses, one red head with freckles the other brunette, looked over at him and giggled. He subtly ignored them. There were so many things I learned that day. Not the least is I realized I liked girls with freckles. Most important I learned how to have true style and that if you want true style you are going to have to smoke. No other way around it.
Rumble Fish, Rusty James VS Biff Wilcox
CASH and Making it
When we hit the fourth grade, I wanted to start making some dough like a bakery. I remember at the time that Bubble Yum and Bubblicious, the gum companies, were in a marketing war. All the kids wanted the stuff. There was a high demand. I decided I was going to be the supply. My crew and I would skip school or go after school to our local deli and buy packs of gum (5 pieces per pack). We would also find money returnable Coke bottles to help finance our operation (so I guess you could say we were budding environmentalists along with prototype G’s). Let’s say the gum cost 25 cents per pack. We would then sell the gum for ten cents apiece. We were doubling our money and soon had a Bankroll. We used Billy for protection and collections. We also learned not to “get high on our own supply” and chew up all our profits. My friend Jason also had an idea that if we stole the gum we would be making all profit. This worked great until we got caught. We learned never to screw over our supplier. I also learned that its good business to buy something in bulk and to sell off the pieces (is it any wonder I would later get involved in the pharmaceutical trade?). Most importantly, I learned that if you had something “illegal” and had CASH, girls were drawn to you. In my case, it was a girl named “Claudia”, the daughter of an Argentinian Diplomat. She was beautiful, rich, classy, had great style and crazy fly. And she was down with me. If I think about it, my life with women has really gone all downhill from this point. Of course, I didn’t swoop her, I still had no Game nor interest in girls at this age. But I did notice that showing no interest made Claudia want me more. I did make a mental note of all this, but I will admit, I blew it. I did see Claudia in some International cosmetic ads years later on, she didn’t have to model, she just did. I think she is back in Argentina now and goes to Punta del Este often. C’est la vie.
The Intruders, Cowboys to girls
The Warriors, The Warriors VS The Punks
Heists
Around this time, Jason, “Tommy” and I wanted to make a big splash and cement our status as the number one top prototype baby G’s on the set. (My friend Tommy was Japanese, knew Karate, and I was to learn later the son of a Japanese political figure/ Yakuza heavy weight…I went to a pretty Urbane, Cosmopolitan, International School). We knew we needed something big. I had the Plan. Let me explain… At our school, we would go to recess, then after recess, we would all rush into school and go to lunch. All the kids would put their lunchboxes in a row in the hall, when the bell rang for lunch the kids would enter thru double doors, freaking out, grab their lunch boxes and run to the lunch room. It was pretty chaotic. What we did during recess was each ask a different teacher if we could go to the bathroom. We all met up in the hallway and one by one we unlatched all of the lunchboxes. Then we returned to recess. Once the bell rang, all the kids spazzing out, ran thru the double doors and proceeded to grab their lunch boxes while running to the lunch room. Only this time all the lunch boxes were flying open with food flying everywhere. Italian kids had Cannelloni, Caponata di Carciofi, and canolis flying everywhere. Irish kids had Corned Beef and Cabbage flying everywhere. Cuban kids had Cuban sandwiches and Ropa Vieja flying everywhere. Jewish kids had Matzo Ball Soup and Potato Latkes flying everywhere. Colombian kids had Ajiaco and Bandeja Paisa flying everywhere. Thai kids had Pad Thai flying everywhere. Ethopian kids had Injera Bread flying everywhere. Korean kids had Kim Chee flying everywhere (I told you I went to a very International school). Everyone was slipping and sliding everywhere. It was so beautiful. It was hilarious and we kept our mouths shut and were never fingered for the “heist”. We also realized we didn’t make any CASH from this. But we did realize that proper planning, working with a good crew, proper execution and keeping our mouths shut was paramount to any crime. The Rest is Up to You…
Common, The People
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Voodoo Child
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The Outsiders, wack song, Dope Rumble, Greasers vs Socs
I have been a huge advocate of The Wynn Las Vegas even before I went to the grand opening in 2005. I have had a sizeable position in the stock since back in 2003 (when it was trading at about $13.00 on the New York Stock Exchange, today it sits in the mid eighties). So I figured to protect my investment I might as well drop some scratch in the place.
Wynn was basically Steve Wynn’s opportunity to build his dream hotel. Sure I would have done it a little different, but all in all he did a great job for the $2.7 Billion he spent on it (2,716 rooms so roughly a stick a room). Many times I have used the Wynn as my Base of Operations in Las Vegas , and I must say it never disappoints. High-end cuisine, plenty of dope/functional bars, decently dope cocktail waitresses, beautiful architecture, some marvels of modern construction, great customer service, and high priced enough to generally speaking keep out the low end riff raff. Most importantly, it is a great place to swoop girls back to and check and see if the shower can fit two comfortably (to save water, for environmental reasons of course)
Nas, Street Dreams
Atmosphere:
As you enter the Wynn you are greeted by a wonderland of flowers, mosaics, and colorful, beautiful tile work. Kind of like an Absinthe buzz mixed with Poppy Seeds, I would imagine (and I don’t mean that Exotic Dancer I know from Seemless named Imagine, real name Cindy either). Steve Wynn, always the innovator, made the focus of the hotel seen from the inside versus the old-school way of making the focus the outside of the hotel. Light also can be seen in the casino giving it a fresh feel. The “Lake of Dreams” is worth checking out preferably from the terrace at Daniel Boulud Brasserie with a bottle of red, a pack of smokes, a Charcuterie board (which is really just like a regular Charcuterie board just a lot more exquisite), an Original NY DB Burger with black truffles and foie gras, Braised short ribs (braised for 5 to 6 hours) a pack of well behaved fly girls that have never been.
AZ featuring Nas, How Ya Livin
Rooms:
I always stay in the multi-room suites. I can tell you first hand that they are worth how ever many C-notes they are peddling them for. The views of Las Vegas are always worth a few moments with a cancer stick in hand and terry cloth robe on while you are warming up for the evening. Even the smaller rooms (which I have gotten a few times when I was doing a “Double Room” move) are plenty spacious. The TV’s are flat screen although I don’t care if my TV’s are flat screened or not. I don’t even like TV unless it’s The Nature Channel, I prefer shows on Predators. The towels in the bathroom aren’t as nice as the ones at my crib but are still very nice. The textured wallpaper and marble sinks are also noteworthy. The Showers are great and I have done a pretty extensive unofficial case study and have discovered that up to three Fly girls and one G (your humble author) can fit in the shower and still emerge very crispy and clean. Complementary products are decent.
Competition:
Softer than Armani leathers. As with anywhere more or less in Las Vegas the competition you get from regular guy is pretty flimsy. Sure you have older guys with major cheese looking to leverage their position, but very few of them have any legitimate Game. As the for the younger guys, its mostly spazzed out California Guys with Shiny Shirts, Striped Shirts, t-shirts with some stupid design on it, or what ever the Shirt De Jour is for the regular guy set. Usually the only people I run into with Deadly, Devilish, Bloody Game are G’s I already know from The G Manifesto Tour. By the way, I have an Angel’s face, but Devilish Game. I actually saw a guy waiting in line to get into Tryst with long blond hair, a shinny shirt, designer jeans, and a Cowboy Hat! Yeah you read that correctly, a Cowboy Hat. I guess he was going for some queer Suburban, Orange County , Surfer, Cowboy fusion look. And I am pretty certain the guy was straight! (You can guess at this point I was completely over Tryst and had no interest in going in). Best to avoid the Nightclubs in Las Vegas in general. I really wish Wynn would raise its prices across the board to keep guys like that Surf-Cowboy out. It was really disturbing for me. Or at least have a stricter door policy at the Casino entrance.
Az featuring Nas, Mo Money Mo Murder
Features:
The restaurants, and of course the rooms are really the draw at Wynn. I guess there is some top-less pool at Wynn as well, but I have never been (I know enough Gentleman’s Clubs in Las Vegas that have topless girls already, and at any given time, my room usually has girls full nude. Plus, by going to the Gentleman’s Clubs, you can avoid those harmful UV rays, which can make you look older.) My favorite spots to chill, swoop girls and throw some food down are Bartolotta Ristorante di Mare, the aforementioned Daniel Boulud Brasserie (great bar) and Alessandro Stratta’s joint, Alex. I have eaten a few times at Alex and I really am hard pressed to think of a better meal I have had. Well, in the case against Alex, I did have great company each time. Alex also does have a secret spot in it that might be the most Tranquillo place in all of Las Vegas . And that’s all I am going to say about it in a effort to keep it Tranquillo.
The G Manifesto Move:
Get rooms on the lower floors. Insist on it. The reason? There are way more floors in Wynn than it seems for the outside (an architectural trick) and you can get caught in the elevators for unreasonable amounts of time. Even though it’s a long night in Vegas, time is always of the essence. The last thing you want to be doing when your trying to meet a girl at the Parasol Down bar before she heads to work is to be caught in a elevator with some Couple from Dallas and four “party guys” from Scottsdale and the elevator stopping on every floor with more uninteresting people. Also, kids often times hit all the buttons and you can get speed bumped on your way up to your room with a few Fly Rhino Girls. Speaking of Parasol Down, you want to lock it down as well as Parasol Up. These are the two most functional bars for swooping girls and for “meeting points” than any place at Wynn. I utilize the Parasol Down Bar early in the night, and the Parasol Up Bar later in the night and early morning. I have had so much success in both these bars, that when ever I walk up to them I can’t help but smile. The Rest is Up to You…
G,
Just FYI, the greatest cyclist in the history of the sport, Eddy Merckx, smoked then (1960s) and still smokes to this day. The guy was a monster on the road, won 5 Tours de France, the world championships, the hour record, too many classics to name, and always came off like a true G. Look him up, you’ll see.
Cheers,
SL
and
Hard hitting info from the most credible underground source known across the US . I know you have run with a few athletes in your day and have defeated plenty along the way, and I remember seeing you put out your Monte Cristo on Derek Jeter’s forehead like it was an ash tray in Vegas years back and instantly became a big fan. I also witnessed you KO all pro NFL linebacker Shawne Merriman with a right cross in a plush LA nightclub over a nightlife princess, but you fail to mention the power and popularity of the hemp cigarette in this weeks manifesto. Many famous athletes toke the tangi and poke the lettuce wrapped swisher sweets. In fact last night I pulled 4 bong loads, took 3 vaporizer rips, and toasted 2 J’s all while sipping on Krug and having weird sex with 2 Asian supermodels imported freshly off the runway from a high end Tokyo fashion show. Mingas wasn’t happy when I dropped my roach clip in her hair during a doggie session but that’s not my problem now is it Mason?
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Sosa
AKA El Campeador
The Guide to Getting More out of Life http://www.thegmanifesto.com
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AZ, Hey AZ
Picasso, Le Reve
AZ, The Come up (COOKIN SOUL REMIX)…Swagger Defined
