I love this place. In fact, I’ll say it again, I love this place. Just as the Delano is ground zero for me in SouthBeach, Miami, The Ritz is ground zero for me in New Orleans. The location on Canal Street keeps you out of Bourbon Street noise but close enough to go to Bourbon to swoop girls back to your hotel. Even though, I always stay at the Ritz, I make sure I spend plenty of money around town to help the people. That’s one reason people call me “The Peoples Champ”. What you know about Hollygrove? What you know about the 9th Ward? What you know about The Second Line? I continue to give money and support the city I love.
Atmosphere:
Class. Pure Class. This place is low-pro style. My kind of style. Heavyweights stay here. When you’re here you really feel like you are in a Big Easy Paradise. Beautiful décor, tons of flowers everywhere. Some Celebs, maybe the Lakers Basketball Team, perhaps the Late, great Johnnie Cochran or other Peoples Champs. Having a Pre-Castro Cuban Cigar in the Courtyard is the definition of Relaxation…look it up in the dictionary.
Rooms:
The Rooms in The Ritz are smaller than most modern hotels. Certainly, they are smaller than the rooms in the hotels in Vegas. But really doesn’t matter when its 4 am and you just got back to your room with a couple of Cajun Cuties, hotter than Paul Prudhomme’s kitchen at K-Pauls, just off work carrying Big Bags. I never mind helping girls carry their Big Bags back to the Ritz. Hell, I have carried more Big Bags than a Colombian Coke Smuggler. The Presidential suite is very impressive, plenty of space and is how I typically like to operate.
Competition:
Sure there are Heavyweights here, but there is a certain feeling of Community at the Ritz,….like you have Arrived. But, I have never shied away from good competition. If you want to be a Heavyweight Champ, you have to beat Heavyweights, Right? Be a Roy Jones, Jr. That being said I have beaten more NBA Legends than Isaiah Thomas. Plus, I always pack a Desert Eagle from the moment I leave the airport in The Crescent City. So I never really sweat it.
Features:
The Lobby Bar(also known as On Trois…a lot of people don’t know that): Hands down the best lobby bar in the country in your humble authors opinion. Cool as a fan. I am not alone in thinking this. I love it so much that I have been there with a fly Bayou Princess, and I have wanted to stay in the Lobby Bar for one more Goose Soda Lime instead of Dipping back to my room with her. The Spa is insane. The Restaurant is very good. I usually get the Rick Fox burger. But there are so many dope restaurants in New Orleans that you really only should go if you don’t want to leave the hotel.
The G Manifesto Move:
Lock the entire Place Down. Like New JackCity. Get the Bellhops, The Lounge Singers, the bartenders, even the girl who whips up the Bannanas Foster on your team. The Service in the Ritz is some of the best in the country and if you take care of the People here they will take care of you Ten fold…….I love this place.
Michael Porfirio Mason AKA The Peoples Champ AKA Your Favorite International Playboy’s Favorite International Playboy
AKA Your Favorite G’s Favorite G
The Guide to Getting More Out of Travel http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Millionaire Deviled Eggs at Social Miami, I am thinking, With Caviar and Truffle Oil, I am thinking, $20 Cocktails at Prive in The Bellagio, Las Vegas, I am thinking, Cheap, I am thinking, I would pay double, I am thinking, Prive Miami, I am thinking, 3am with two Venezuelan Model Girls, I am thinking, Why don’t my good looks fade with age?, I am thinking, Why couldn’t my parents be accountants?, I am thinking, Instead of IRA and ETA Killers?, I am thinking, Should I start a revolution?, I am thinking, Revolution is in my Blood, I am thinking, Or should I just be The Greatest International Playboy ever?, I am thinking, Could I break Wilt Chamberlin’s record?, I am thinking, And I am not talking about his basketball records, I am thinking, I have swooped at least one girl the last 500 plus nights I have gone out, I am thinking, Could I be the Muhammad Ali of Players?, I am thinking, Why do girls like me so much?, I am thinking, Is it my custom suits from Italy?, I am thinking, or my personality?, I am thinking, Do I care?, I am thinking, Why do I single handedly destroy Rival Crews? I am thinking, Why don’t other guys figure out that dressing sharp, carrying CASH, smiling, and lying is all it takes to get beautiful girls?, I am thinking, My Game is so advanced I could swoop Jennifer Lopez, I am thinking, with her husband in the same room, I am thinking, My Game is like Roberto Duran in his prime, I am thinking, Mano de Piedra, I am thinking, Desert Eagle, I am thinking, Why are all my peers married and moved to the suburbs?, I am thinking, or Dead, in Jail, or in a mental hospital for the Criminally Insane?, I am thinking, Why do you I still wonder how much money is in every armored car that I see?, I am thinking, Could I ever be a killer?, I am thinking, Is it the Gatti Vs Ward trilogy our generations’ Graziano Vs Zale?, I am thinking, Why did I rob a Crack House with my crew armed with Baseball Bats for only 4k when I was 16 years old?, I am thinking, Why don’t I own a single pair of jeans?, I am thinking, Why don’t I retire to Saint Tropez?, Half-way players being chopped apart, I am thinking, 62 Cadillac Coup Deville, I am thinking, Veuve Clicquot and Ponies, I am thinking, Warm Peekytoe-Maryland Lump Crab Cake with truffle oil and Osetra Caviar, I am thinking, Why do all my friends carry guns?, I am thinking, Why does exchanging fashion tips with Street Pimps at 5am seem normal to me, I am thinking, Why do Latin girls have way better asses than White Girls?, I am thinking, Why do Latin girls move way better than white girls? I am thinking, ETRO Suits, I am thinking, Copper top Bullets, I am thinking, Steak Tartare at 3am Dream City, I am thinking, Why does last call have to be at 1:30am in California? I am thinking, Why do I meet beautiful, Intelligent, rich girls and not marry them?, I am thinking, Why have I been shot at three times and never killed?, I am thinking, Why have I never had the stomach for Pimping?, I am thinking, Why do I think everyone I meet is a hick? I am thinking, Why do I feel comfortable at Blue Blood Charity Balls in NYC? I am thinking, And feel comfortable chillin with members of the Venice Shoreline Crips and V13? I am thinking, Gucci Loafers, I am thinking, with White Piping, I am thinking, Jumbo Stone Crabs for $45 each at Prime One Twelve in Miami Beach, I am thinking, Cheap, I am thinking…………
Whenever I go to SouthBeach, The Delano is the first stop I make. Its ground zero. Sure its not 1997 or 1998 (way before MTV got a hold of the place and ruined a great thing) but the floor to ceiling white drapes billowing in the tropical breeze are as welcoming as ever. The Delano will always hold a special place in my heart, how could it not, I have swooped mults Model girls out of here and bagged and wrapped more O’s that a box full of Apple Jacks.
Atmosphere:
Again, it’s not the South Beach Renaissance, when It was Models, Murder and Mayhem but the white décor here stands the test of time. It has always reminded me of A Clockwork Orange meets the Tropics, which is a good thing in my book. Although I think he has made some missteps in recent outings, Philippe Starck earned G Manifesto Certified Status for his design on this spot. Ian Schrager is obviously G Manifesto Certified Hall of Fame. A true innovator in the purest sense of the word.
Rooms:
Small and Spartan, but who cares? I have never been overly concerned with desk space for a laptop when I am sharing it with a naked Model Chick from Budapest.
Competition:
I always think the competition in SouthBeach is formidable. It is not paper thin like Hollywood as a comparison. You never know when your going to run into some Cartel guys from Dagestan (former republic of the Soviet Union, to those of you who don’t know the first thing about The East) who are veterans of the Narcotic and Caviar Wars of that region. Always pack Ninas. I like going with a Vintage Ruger just because it goes nicely with a lot of the lighter weight suits I tend to wear in South Beach.
Features:
The Pool at the Delano is on of my favorite pools in the world. I am still not sure I can verbally explain it. You just need to check it out and you will understand. The lobby is beautiful and gives you great opportunity to spit “Lobby Game”. I also love the faucets in the Lobby Bathroom. Inside tip: The faucets are a great gauge of how dope a place really is. The Blue Door Restaurant is mad overpriced, and the food isn’t that great, but you don’t expect an interesting, reasonably priced wine list of low-pro cult finds and great value Foie Gras at a place like this. If you are having dinner with a girl at The Blue Door, and you can’t swoop her, your problems obviously don’t end there. In fact, let me take her out and I’ll show you how it’s done. The RoseBar is dope. You can be doing a lot worse than posting up here with a Goose and Soda. Great meeting point, temperature reading, and spark spot also (and I don’t mean Sparks Steakhouse in NYC either). The Agua Bathhouse Spa is first rate and its on the hotel’s roof. Great to use for a Spa Close. The Delano’s Gym is also good for Entering the Dragon.
The G Manifesto Move:
If cash is no object, get the Penthouse. Miami Beach is the kind of place where a ridiculous room really can pay for itself. If you are a G on somewhat of a Budget, go to the Delano early in the night. Spit some Lobby Game as you enter at the Girls in Short Skirts, maybe spit some Poisonous Darts at the table of eight girls at the Blue Sea Sushi spot to sharpen your game. Then post up at the RoseBar and get a Goose. As long as you are Dressed sharp (Maybe something like a light Grey Paul Smith Two-button, with lavender pinstripes center vent, Cookie Monster Blue interior, Gucci shirt with a Grover Blue and Miss Piggy Pink Striped Gucci tie and loafers by I think Gucci) you should be able to generate some good leads. Roll by the pool and plan out your evening of Pleasure in SouthBeach…. Worst case scenario is that you will have Momentum on your side (no pun intended)…….The Rest is Up to You……………
Michael Porfirio Mason AKA The Peoples Champ AKA Your Favorite International Playboy’s Favorite International Playboy
AKA Your Favorite G’s Favorite G
The Guide to Getting More Out of Travel http://www.thegmanifesto.com
“Far as lyrics go:
They rocking recitals
It won’t stop until I’m on top with the title
Hustling no stopping the cycle, I’m shopping for rifles
I’m not for the idols
Fuck the twin towers dog, we on top of the Eiffel
Like live Pisa Pisa, eating a piece of pizza
You cant be were I be dog, you need a visa
Come on cheeb of reefer
Please believe it, I will squeeze and leave ya
All bullets they will heat and seek ya Harlem world I’m a swell my town
You a clown you can tell by now
That I’m, I’m ready, I’m ready we coming for the title”
-Excellent word play from Cam’ron on “I’m Ready” …..sick sample too.
People are always coming up and asking me, “how do you go to Las Vegas and night after night swoop girls and stay Undefeated?” Great question. Is it the textblasters and huge rolodex of beautiful girls? Sure. Thick Bankroll? Obviously. Great Genetics? Absolutely. A Playboy bloodline going back to the Original Don Juan in Spain? Bet your life on it.
Recently, I was reading some Las Vegas Player advice by some pseudo “g” and he was claiming he gets girls 50% of the time he is in Vegas. I am thinking to myself 50%? That’s a horrible success rate, especially in Vegas. If my success rate was that poor, I wouldn’t even expect you to read this. But you should read this because my success rate is over 100%. Beyond Undefeated. Beyond Undefeated is when you have swooped more girls than you have spent nights in a city. There are certain does and don’ts you must apply if you want to be successful. Here are some Impeccable Techniques:
Avoid Local Mystery Suite Parties
These sound good on Paper, especially when pitched to you by some 21 year old Maybelline Queen Exotic Dancer. She will tell you something like “lets go up to this suite party on the 56th floor of the Bellagio”. Yeah sounds good on paper. The reality is that you will have to mix with Local Vegas Guy (And I don’t mean Alain Ducasse’s Mix or Mix Lounge in THE HOTEL either). Avoid local Vegas guy at all costs. Especially local vegas promoter guy. These guys are really fronters, scumbags and losers. Although these guys front like they have connections in Vegas, they usually just know other low-end bottom feeder types. The reason why these guys are so bad, I think, (And I don’t give them much thought) is because Vegas is an expensive place, (for most, for me its cheap) champagne drinking limo riding and all that. Local Vegas Promoter guy has to compete with that every night or else he gets mopped up by tourist guy. And I am not a mathmetician but when local vegas promoter guy is pulling down $27,500 a year, the life style just doesn’t add up. Plus he has to go to the salon to get his hair styled and needs to buy tons of cool T-shirts with writing on them to keep up the “cool, party guy act”. And as we know, those 3rd World Sweatshop made T-shirt aren’t cheap. So what Vegas Guy has to do is cut corners. Rip people off. Not to mention a rampant drug problem. This is all a recipe for disaster. Personally, I am more interested in Galatoire’s recipe for Gumbo or Turtle Soup. It’s important to have a good Running Partner with you in these situations, that way you can kick up your Gucci Loafers, spark up a smoke with a vintage Dunhill lighter, finish off your Goose and Soda, and check the time with a Vintage 1960’s Breitling Watch (to see if your in the kill zone for Gentleman’s Clubs) while your Running Partner ads a couple of KO’s to his record “on the cobbles”.
Utilize the “Ultra-Lounges”
In Vegas they call Lounges “Ultra-Lounges”. If you ask me, it sounds pretty gay. Regardless, they are functional spots to use as early night meeting points. They are real easy to get into and are easy to find someone. Also a good place to get back up leads as fly girls usually are to be found in Ultra-Lounges.
Don’t get blinded by the Light (and I don’t mean Andrew Sasson’s Club Light either)
Avoid going to Gentlemans Club’s on Friday and Saturday Night at 11 or 12. Even when you are Untouchable like Eliot Ness. I know you got the Custom-Made suit on, hand made shoes from England, and got on the best tie in your collection. Your Bullet-proof, Hard to Kill like Steven Segal. Still, avoid the the Gentlemans club early. You Will get “Pole-Axed”, “Jelly-Fished” and/or “Blinded out”. You don’t have to be an expert in Econometric Modeling to know that Gentleman’s Clubs are all about supply and demand. When there are more girls than guys in Gentleman’s Clubs its all systems go. When there are more guys than girls in a Gentleman’s Club the system is clogged. But if your dressed sharp like a porcupine in a Custom Suit by Duncan Quinn with side vents, blood red shirt by Dior Homme with silver and black cufflinks, no tie, pocket square by Thom Browne, Custom shoes by John Lobb on St. James Street or Edward Green on Jermyn Street in exotic skins (refined decadence) you have a more than decent shot at it.
Oysters
We have mentioned this before. But don’t start any night in Vegas without Oysters. A good portfolio would be some Cotuit Oysters (Massachusetts), NetartsBay (Oregon), and some Winterpoints (Maine). (Skip the Hamma Hamma Oysters (Washington) and the Kumamoto (Oregon), they suck.) Caviar and Florida Stone Crabs also make for a nice well rounded opening salvo. RM Mooney, Daniel Boulud’s Daniel, Alain Ducasse’s Mix, even Aquanox are all worth an early stop by.
Girls in Street Clothes
Want to pull Fly Girls out of a Gentleman’s Club in less time than it takes you to finish two Goose and Sodas? (And I drink fast). Here is how you do it: Target Girls in street clothes. They are already on their way out the spot, so half the battle is already won. Last time in Vegas I walked in (dressed impeccably of course) to a great Gentleman’s Club and 17 minutes later left with three Fly girls, destination: my suite at Wynn Resorts (in the girls defense, the spot was filled with Regular Guy, and I was wearing an Ridiculous suit by Paul Smith, my track record is flawless, and my skin had a healthy flush from the spa earlier in the day, so I could hardly blame them for wanting to leave with me). Not bad for a Wednesday night.
Side Note:
Avoid Girls with “Property of (insert Biker Gang)” Tattoos. Weather it be The Hells Angels, The Banditos, The Pagans, The Rock Machine (now merged with The Banditos), The Outlaws or The Henchmen. In fact, it’s better to avoid Gentleman’s Clubs with Biker Gangs in general. Unless of course you are trying to find distribution for a large quantity on Crystal Meth, in that case, you found the right guys. You don’t want to get in the Crossfire of a Gang War and find out how good you are at ducking wrenches. I remember one time years back in Los Angeles, I was with a local beautiful Hollywood, prototype SuicideGirl/ Nightlife Princess and the Motorcycle Club in attendance didn’t take too kindly to me. Not sure why. But I do know, if it wasn’t for my Desert Eag and a cab with perfect timing I might have not had a Magical Night.
James “Lights Out” Toney
Partying in Las Vegas, even with Entering The Dragon, will get you in pretty bad physical shape over a few day period. Don’t be Vain about it or let it get you down. James “Lights Out” Toney, became one of the Greatest Boxers of his Generation and he did it not by being in great shape. He has always said, “Boxing is not a Bodybuilding Competition” (you remember a “chubby” Tim Witherspoon knocking out the Adonis Frank Bruno for the Heavyweight title, right?). Well, “Las Vegas is not a Bodybuilding Competition either”. Vegas is a GAME competition. (Well, maybe that Rehab Sunday pool party at the Hard Rock is a Bodybuilding Competition, but I have never been. The last place I want to be in Vegas in the summer time is at the Hard Rock pool with a bunch of personal trainer Guys from Arizona with Tribal Tattoos.) James Toney made it happen by being Tough, having tons of Heart, an Iron Chin, superb Counter Punching, a will to win, and lets face it: Impeccable Technique. Be a James Toney.
The Vegas Dance
No this isn’t some dance like The BankHead Bounce, The Harlem Shake, The Young Joc Motorcycle Dance, The Patty Duke, the Wrench or the Tango. Or even dope Breakdance moves like The Turtle, The Baby, Top Rock, Brooklyn Flare, Freezes, Windmills, Suicides (And I don’t mean SuicideGirls either) Headspins or Crazy Legs ill backspin in “Beat Street”. If you are like me, come 3am in Vegas, you will have plenty of options for Girls. Especially, if you follow The Blueprint for a Perfect Night in Vegas. Hold out for your best option. The best part about Vegas is that you have more time if you need it. Behind on the Score Cards after Twelve Rounds? Well, the great thing in Vegas is there is a Round 13. Hell, in Vegas you have as many rounds as you need to win the fight! No need to get jumpy and call it a night with the Ex-Sorority Girl in town from Ohio for a Bachelorette party who gave you her number. Hold out for something with some punch to it. For instance:
Girl Plus Friend
This is one of the most important techniques to Being Beyond Undefeated. It is a high risk move. But without Risk there cannot be Reward. To be a Top G, Top Pedigree, you need to embrace Risk. That’s why I trade Futures instead of Options. Unlimited Downside, but Unlimited Upside potential as well. So you have been stick and moving all night like Zab Judah, and you got a Fly Girl meeting you back at the Parasol Up bar ready to Kostya Tszyu her. Tell her to bring a Girlfriend. Leverage your position. Dame Sizzler style. When you get back to your Suite, have an In-Room Gymnastics Competition. Remember to Score the Girls on difficulty, form, originality AND artistry. Make sure you get a couple of Nadia Comaneci’s……. The Rest is Up to You……..
[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle’s exquisite, Llello like a blizzard
[Nas] It’s choir attire standin on ground with one pivot
[Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
[Nas] Lands with name brand seats reclinin like in spaceships
[Rap] Bodies on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice
[Rap] Gamblin Grants
[Nas] Handlin stamps
[duo] Moves are sheist
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes
[Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that’s how the game goes
[Nas] True
[Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour
Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces
My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
(Murder. Simply some of the Sickest lyrics ever breathed into a microphone. “Fast Life” by Nas and Kool G Rap,
G Manifesto Certified Hall of Fame Track…….and just so you know its spelled “Llello” not yayo…its Spanish…… Skippy)
One of the favorite places for The G to hang out at, especially in Summertime, is the Race Track. In fact, The Kentucky Derby is the official Start of Summer on the G Manifesto Calendar. And Summer time officially ends on Closing Day. September 6th at The Del Mar Thoroughbred Club on the West Coast and September 4th at The Saratoga Race Track on the East Coast. Depends obviously on where you’re at (or where your going).
Winning at Gambling is very difficult at the race track. To paraphrase Andy Beyer, who has called horseracing “the greatest mathematical equation ever created” the odds are solidly against you. Good gamblers, Even great gamblers that win at other games get whacked at the Track. Me? I don’t gamble on horses too much. I operate on inside information, or have a jockey, or preferably jockeys in my back pocket. I also spend of a lot of time with the racing and sportsman set. This helps me get the edge I need. But mostly I go to the Race Track for the experience. Much like a Fight Night, the track is full of interesting characters. Big Money Horse owners, Jockeys, Trainers, Gold Diggers, Socialite Girls, Professional Team sports Coaches, Old Money, Nuevo Riche Jerks, Con Men, Models, Hollywood Actress Broads, Nightlife Princesses, Old-School G’s, G’s, G’s on the Rise, Prototype G’s, Gamblers, its like a modern day Damon Runyon Story. (Guess who is playing the role of the protagonist?)
However, you can’t just go to the racetrack with no preparation and game plan or you’re going to be outgunned. Like stepping into a gun fight with a deuce deuce against a four pound. It’s a war zone. You need to go stronger than ever, money longer than ever, longer Beretta. (And just so you know, personally, I am at war a lot like Anwar Sadat, no warning shot and my guns warm a lot)
Be well rested
Going into the racetrack you are going to need plenty of energy. Its summer time so it’s hot out. The track usually starts around 12 noon or sometimes 4pm. Either way you are in for a long day into the night, and you have to be ready for the night. I love going to the track during the week, because that’s when the real gamblers are there. I also love going to the track on Friday and Saturday, hell, even Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday (never Mondays, I never eat seafood on a Monday, unless of course I am at Le Bernardin in NYC….props to Eric Ripert). Being well rested is difficult especially when you spent the night before getting massages and drinking Champagne with two exotic dancers till 5 am. So you might need to take a Vampire Nap or drink a Rockstar. Getting a workout and Entering The Dragon can also help take the place of lost Rapid Eye Movement. The best thing to do is hold off on booze when you first get to the track and really ease into the relaxed Atmosphere. Then ease into the Goose and Sodas, and I guarantee you, when you start seeing the summer dresses and smell the Coca butter and perfume you will start feeling wonderful. Plenty of time to get into the Seventh Dimension. The Race Track is one of the few places you will actually see me drink during the day.
Track Gear
You have to dress fresh at the track. My goal is to always dress the freshest. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t achieve my goal. And I have a great memory. You can never go wrong going old-school style: Seersucker Suits, Spectator shoes, etc. Make sure you wear a light colored suit as well. You’ll look like you only own one suit if you go in a dark collared one, which is probably the case if you are wearing a dark collared suit on a hot summer day. So stop being cheap and spring $2000 for a decent light colored summer track suit. Me? I have like 20 (on each coast). I like going with a light tan Valentino two button with Lavender Shirt (and I am not talking about that Nightlife Princess Lavender either), purple Brioni pocket square, Gucci Belt and Prada loafers no socks, Sportsman Style. It is also completely acceptable to wear sport coats and Slacks to the track. Just make sure they are top-notch. Ties can work, but due to the heat, it is advisable to go no tie. The Pocket Square is the New Tie.
Turf Club
You have to gain entry into the private area of the Race Track. The Sky boxes are good but entry into the Private Turf Club is really what you want. Why? Because drinking cocktails out of plastic cups in General Population has never done any G any good. Also the girls are richer, the girls are hotter, its easier to place bets, and as Willie Sutton said,” Because that’s where the Money is”. How do you get entry? For members it’s easy. Other wise, you are going to have to be creative. (We will cover entry into private clubs and nightclubs in a future G Manifesto, for now refer to The Art of The Grease). Once you’re in, get the Matre’d on lock and the Bartenders. This will make your life easy. For me it’s real easy because these types of private clubs are like Bases of Operations for me.
Winning every Race
Once your settled in, got your table, ordered a Shrimp Cocktail or set up your Base at the bar its time to “win” some Races. Now, unless you “know” what is going to happen during the race (as I often do) you WILL lose if you bet. So the key to the track is you must pretend like your “winning” every race. Everyone likes a winner. Girls will gravitate over to you, Socialite girls will leave there boyfriends to hang out with you, the Gold Diggers and Table Hawks will start circling and you will get Biz opportunities and Biz Cards up the Kazoo. The advantage you have is most people bet and lose and when people ask them how they are doing, they say, “Losing”, or “I am getting killed!” or something along those lines (and I don’t mean Beeks either). Now when a fly girl just talked to that “losing” guy, and then comes up to you and asks how your doing, and you say “that last race worked out really well” or “that race set up perfectly, but I studied the race all morning” who do you think she is going to want to hang out with more? Also when the race is running, Yell and cheer (keep it smooth though), but don’t make mention of which horse you are pulling for. When the come down the wire, increase your cheering. As the horses approach the finish line Yell something to your Running Partner like “I told you!” And even thrown in some high-fives to make it all look authentic. You will be able to feel the eyes of girls on you from all over. Similar to marketing. Now spark up a smoke. Take a sip for an elegant high, be one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly.
Know the Ecosystem
The great part about the racetrack is you get a diverse portfolio of girls. Hollywood Actress girls love the Track. So do Model Girls. So do Gold Diggers and Table Hawks. And Rich Daughters. We will deal with how to deal with these different girls at a later date. For now refer to The Six Elements of Picking up Girls.
Do your legwork
Know the after gigs. It’s important to get multiple pitches out to girls during the track to hook up things for later. Know the resorts, the restaurant owners, who are hosting the Mansion Parties and the bartenders. Its summertime, remember, and bars tend to get busy. Every second counts, and you don’t want to waste precious time waiting for drinks. Get the waitresses on lock down also. These girls can really bail you out by putting together a private chilling area for you and a Running Partner and a couple of fly Diggers. Having a top chef come by and shake your hand and order something for you “off-menu” never made anyone look bad either. If the move gets no reaction from the girl, call her a cab to take back to her crib in the trailer park/ suburbs.
Work in Pairs
The G Manifesto usually advocates working dolo, unless you are rolling with a G Manifesto Certified Running Partner. Then it’s good to go Scarface with Manolo. The Race Track is a good place to roll with Running Partner. Girls often are in bigger groups and it’s good to have some extra muscle to deal with rival crews and Haters. And like anywhere these days, there is no lack of Haters at the Track.
“I knew it!”
In closing, here is a great custom move to use on girls at the track (and I have used this move so many times with success, I don’t mind giving it up): Spot two fly socialite girls like a Cheetah. Have your running partner roll over to them (suited down of course) and sprack up a conversation. Doesn’t really matter, could be about anything, just be charming, witty, and hold their attention. Next you “roll up” on them like sleeves, ignore the girls and say to your Running Partner “Remember we have ten Grand riding on this race” right before the announcer says “And there off!” Follow the Race and ignore the girls completely. This is very important. Become a little more animated as the horses are coming down the final stretch, remember, and don’t specify which horse or horses you are pulling for. As the horses come Thru the Wire (and I don’t mean that Kanye track with that dope Chaka Kahn sample, Through The Fire), say “I knew it!” and give your running partner a Pound. Maybe throw something else in there like “I told you….that’s three races in a row now!” Girls will already be completely sold on you. If you want to torture them, wait for them to introduce themselves. If you don’t want to punish them too much, Introduce yourself, and invite them for a drink at the bar. Ignore all questions about which horses you had or who you have on the next race, or greet there questions with your index finger up to your lips, like you would “shhhhh”. No need to make the sound. Invite them to your table at the finish line. The Rest is Up To You…………
“I thought you got busted Mr. Portfirio, I was sick to my stomach and having panic attacks thinking you were in the clink, or are you? Anyways I have become quite the G thanks to your Manifesto’s, and when my new Razor PDF vibrated in my new Bironi Custom made suit with your latest blog in Vegas last night (all of this thanks to a heist in Scottsdale that netted me 450K and left 4 dead, but that’s neither here nor there) I quickly located the local “VegasNightlife Princess” at the most upscale underground night club in all of Sin City. I simply said “Jack Pot”!!!!!!!!
Needless to say I followed your tips, and had her back in my suite at 6 AM doing things to her that even a farm animal would scowl at. She limped out of my room 20 minutes ago. Thanks for the tips and tricks, keep them coming and should we ever cross path beware that you created primp up and coming mutha fucking G!!!!!”
—–Not sure about the whole farm animal thing.I don’t really know too much about farms.I stick to cities, beaches and cities on Beaches. Sounds like a decent score, too bad you had to go to Scotsdale to do it, but next time make it more clean, dead bodies can cause unnecessary Heat (and I don’t mean that crappy NightClub called Heat either). All in all, good work.—–MPM
Side Note:
Immortal Technique from Harlem, Washington Heights is probably the Rawest MC right now. Bone Chilling. You should look into it.
Side Note II:
Opening Day at the Track is the worst time to go to the track. Ask any dork when they like to go to the Track and they will say, “Opening Day!” Enough Said.
Side Note III:
When you are at The Del Mar Thoroughbred Club, do not, and I repeat, do not go to PacificBeach afterwards. PacificBeach is one the greatest hoaxes ever put on the straight male. The bars in PacificBeach have more guys than gay bars. The funny thing about it all the guys that go to PacificBeach are homophobic. But maybe it makes sense; you know what they say about homophobic people……
Side Note III:
In the most recent issue of Los Angeles Magazine in a pro-smoking article about The Tinder Box, one patron is quoted as saying “Hitler was a non-smoker and Einstein smoked a pipe….what does that tell you?” Sound familiar? Probably does, because you already read the concept in The G Manifestos earlier installment, The Smoking Gun. That’s ok, I borrow from people also.
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Murder Machine
AKA The One you Got Your Game Style From
AKA You Probably know me from Your Girl
AKA The One your Girl was with When She Never Came Home
AKA The One Who Climbs up the Balcony with The Sunglasses and The Shotty
AKA The Don Juan Beside The Don
The Guide to Getting More out of Life http://www.thegmanifesto.com
