[John Michael Kane]

I think it is a natural male instinct to want to protect women, if you aren't a sociopath. The trick is to not bail women out of situations that you warned them in advance were bad news, but went ahead anyways and didn't listen to you.

This is different than wanting to "save" a woman is getting attacked by some scum back in her home country, and the attack was unprovoked. Women do need, and some do appreciate, male protection. This current chick is not one of those stories.

[Rigsby]

A lot of people here asking 'why'? And a few answering about the whole spiritual side of things. I don't know this particular woman's motives. I do, however, know quite a few other women's motives when it comes to travelling to India. And the photo of her Mum seems to confirm that somewhat. I apologize if I am jumping to conclusions.

The reason that most of the people I know, who go to India, is to go to Goa to do drugs and party. Simple as.

Aaaand... oh, look, it's Goa!

I didn't even know this murder took place in Goa till I just saw the photos of the Mum and put 2+2 together.

See this article: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/m...er-palolem

Nearly 250 tourists dead in the last 12 years. Not sure how they died, and only skimmed the article. Not that interested either way at the moment.

The reason I jumped the gun with this one is because I drifted down memory lane and spent the last couple of hours writing this long post. I'm going to tenuously shoe-horn it here in to this thread, I hope you don't mind. Keep in mind I didn't know about Goa when I wrote this, but I'll let it stand, as it adds its own effect.

....


I had a 'girlfriend' that went to India for a few months. We were more platonic like than proper boy/girlfriend. As I will explain.

I met her at a rave, friend of a friend kind of thing. She was ugly as fuck, perhaps a 4 maybe? I was smitten. Her front teeth were busted to shit, her hair was a mess, and she just didn't give a crap. I liked her a lot. She was fun and she was intelligent, and I had been missing those qualities in women I was picking up at the time - early/mid 90's London club/drug scene.

I ended up going back to her house and being invited in to her bedroom to do some Class A's with her. She was a serious drug fiend and could out-drug any man and put them under the table. Obviously not wife material, but I choose who I like and who I spend my time with. Woman are no exception to that.

I was already wrecked, more tired than anything else, and the thought of a strong line of Coke made me feel ill as I knew how it would wire my already tired brain. Law of diminishing returns - I quit while I was ahead. She however, had no such qualms, she just did my share as well. I think she expected us to get it on, and the bang was on the table, but truth be told, I just couldn't be arsed. I wanted to get home and wake up in my own bed. Wouldn't be the first time I've turned down a 'deffo', but easy come easy go, never regret, not banging a ho, coz there's always mo', jus' let it go. Hey ho. :-)

Well, I obviously had let it go, but in the dark deep recesses of her mind, she obviously had not, and I'll tell you why. I'll show you how women can keep a grudge, hidden, festering, and you just wouldn't know. In fact, I met up with her a couple of times for drinks (like I said, she was good company - totally off her rocker) - I'm not sure if she thought we might get it together at this late stage, but it should have been blatantly obvious it was never going to happen.

Fast forward a few months. She went to India on holiday and came back a transformed woman.

Went out to one of my mate's special select b'day party where he had hired a place and there were a couple of hundred people there. Great atmosphere. Lots of friends and friends of friends kind of thing. The sort of social event where you can make friends because people know your friends kind of thing. I broadened my social circle that night.

And the reason I remember all this from so far back? Well, old 'Millitant' we shall call her - her name was Millie, probably short for Millicent or whatever, but Militant she most certainly was. A tomboy sjw radical feminist. Like I said, she was a lot of fun!

Anyway, at this event, she suddenly appears, no longer the pale ugly duckling with the broken teeth. She had undergone some kind of deep transformation from a 4 to a 9. I shit you not. It was breathtaking. She had had her teeth fixed perfectly, she was sun-tanned and glowing. She wore a tight Silver dress of some kind of shiny sequin material that clung to her body like clingfilm. And fuck me, what a body.

I never knew. I probably would have banged her if I had. But her, being the radical junky feminist that she was, hid her bush under a bushel, so to speak. What a cunt! Depriving me of that. But I wasn't going to be gotten the better of by this little beauty. Oh no my brothers, not I.

(Oh, and the legs! Tight, perfectly proportioned perfection. Round arse and buxom with it too)

I needed to get a grip and fast. This was the sort of thing that could crush a lesser man than I. But not tonight, Millitant!

I knew the game. It didn't take long to work it out. Still obviously sore over the fact I didn't bang her 6 months earlier. I gave it a bit, thinking that perhaps she might not have seen me, but when it became apparent that she had and she was avoiding me, well... actually, she wasn't so much 'avoiding' me, rather, making sure I had seen her, then darting off or going to talk to someone else so I couldn't even approach. The cunt! *

So I thought, alright, I know how this goes. This will go on all night - I'm not going to play feminazi whackamole with her like a simp - she's not going to approach me to even say hello, so I'll be the bigger man. I know what she wants: she wanted to see me grovel or be upset, so I had to give her 'a little something' of what she so desired. But grovel or ask for a phone no. I most certainly was not going to do. But I had to bait her, just to triple check I had my facts straight about what exactly was happening here. Why was she totally blanking me? A former 'friend', potential boyfriend, desired fuckboi...

Yes, she wanted me to eat shit, so I bided my time, put my lizard brain in to full effect. I tracked her like a true predator, making sure she didn't see me stalking her. And then I pounced!

Calmly and confidently I walked up to her in a rare moment when she wasn't being hovered over by her new man. I said "Wow, you look absolutely stunning tonight Millitant."

And then I paused - just a brief moment, but that was all it took for her to take her cue:
She just pulled a smirky little fuckface, cocked her head coquettishly to the side, curled her lip and bared her teeth in that animalistic way that some women do on social media to look 'edgy', as if to say 'Oh don't you worry, I KNOW!', and then she pirouetted on her high heels, turning her back to me dramatically and sauntering off. I never spoke to her again in my life!

LOL. Well, LOL now, but back then more like: I walked back to the bar and had another beer and a little chuckle to myself, both externally and internally - she did not disappoint. Oh I knew the game alright.

Well, you know women - just can't resist to hit you hardest when you are down and they are strongest - she wasn't going to get a better power differential than this and she certainly did not squander it. I bet it made her wet.

Remember this young guns:

Hell hath no fury like a woman who gets turned down for a bang. How dare I? She hid her bitterness pretty well though after this and only went full bitch after her new awakening coming back from street-shitter central ** - probably high on life (as well as all the coke she used to do) and just glad to be alive generally if reports these days are anything to go by.

Anyway, Millitant by name and militant by nature, obviously. I expect she would have looked wrecked by 10am the next morning when I knew for a fact she would be through her 3g of coke, and phoning one of her dealers and doing a little crowd funding among the still want-to-keep-the-party-going types and hangers-on. And this would go on all day, till the next morning, even, by when she would really look the part. I can't lie though, I would have, just for the body alone.

Funny thing is if she had called me a bastard and told me that she loved me, I would have banged her in the toilets if she had asked nicely, but no she had to be a cunt about it. Fuck her. Anyway, once you've had LTRs with super-model 10s, it's hard to give the fucks about the little tiddlers that got away.

Easy come, easy go, chaps. Abundance mentality is real.

Ooh look, there's my bus, and another one right behind it too - which one shall I take?...

I didn't get laid that night, it was a quiet one for me - few beers and home to bed, probably a joint or two to unwind. But there was a time when stuff like that would have crushed me deep inside. And I still hadn't discovered 'game' back then - if I had I would have been bloody dangerous. It was some kind of natural game that comes as you progress through an understanding of human nature in general. Like I said, I made a few 'friends' that night - it was a good day!

As for India? Well, I don't know if she did find herself. But I bet she found the nearest fucking drug dealer she could get a good price with - she liked to buy in bulk and haggling was part of her strategy - so she probably had the time of her life there, hence her 'big gloating smile' when she got back.

In fact, I'm not even sure where she went in India, but being the incorrigible drug-drug-druggy that she was, I would bet a pound to a pinch of coke that is was probably Goa - she loved her trance music for sure. So did I at the time.

....


* When I say 'cunt' I mean it humorously, for those without a sense of humour that think all men are bastards. In fact, I spent a whole week researching the etymology of that very word. Simply fascinating, perhaps a whole other thread in itself if it doesn't already exist. I use the word here as a term of endearment. Bless the little junky radical feminist!


** I mean no disrespect to India or its people in general. In fact I have extremely deep respect for certain aspects of both its culture and people. But I'll give it a pass on the whole street-shitting thing if you don't mind. That shit has to go and more people need to call it out.

............


So, why do women go to India? Damned if I know, but I do know why 'some' women go to India. Hope you don't mind the long post.

[Parzival]

(03-18-2017 01:19 PM)BrewDog Wrote:  

(03-18-2017 09:00 AM)Parzival Wrote:  

My girlfriend is non German, she is never sure if I do a joke or serious.

Off topic, but while there's a German online here... why do you guys confuse the V and W in English? I'm not being critical... your English is certainly much better than my German (I don't know shit in German).

I hung out a few weeks with a German astrophysicist in Banos, Ecuador. I think every German is some sort of scientist, no? That little town is in a valley in the mountains.

He would say, "It's in the walley."

And I would ask, "It's in the what? The walley?"

He knew I was fucking with him and he'd say, "Vatever."

And I would laugh my ass off. Not to be rude, but that struck me as funny.

You are on my list. Don't make fun of ze Germanz.

[Menace]

I've been to India probably more than most here. There's a right way to travel and a wrong way to travel there. The wrong way is to travel like an Indian, especially if you're a white woman. Mixing with the local population is utterly pointless; you will never be accepted and they will always view you with avarice (for money if you're a man, and for sex if you're a woman). Their life is utterly shit.

If you travel around the country you hire your own damn car and driver. No public transportation. If you stay at a hotel, 4 star minimum, 5 preferred. In the cities, you stay in the most posh and westernized areas.

I think India you either like or hate, not sure there's an in-between state. I actually like it quite a bit; it's completely unique, has amazing food, and you can do all kinds of crazy stuff (having local links in the country helps immensely in this).

[debeguiled]

@Rigsby

Guilty pleasure, I know, but I sometimes watch these Jeremy Kyle, Jerry Springer type show, and every now and then these stories crop up, I was a fat slob now I a skinny dominatrix, wait till you see his face.

Only without exception the guy never really cares and it falls flat. Either he doesn't remember her, is happy for her that she isn't a whale anymore, or laughs when the LARPing dominatrix starts giving him orders.

It's like that dude who went on vacation for two weeks without his phone and his girl forgot he was away and carried on the relationship, including fights, making up, breakups, getting back together, all with no input from him, just leaving messages on his answering machine.

Something else entirely is going on in their heads, and it is pretty goofy.

[Going strong]

(03-18-2017 05:54 PM)Menace Wrote:  

If you travel around the country you hire your own damn car and driver. No public transportation. If you stay at a hotel, 4 star minimum, 5 preferred. In the cities, you stay in the most posh and westernized areas.

Why then would you travel to a country where you have to hire a chauffeur and sleep in expensive, over-priced hotels, to survive (all the while avoiding many -dangerous- city areas, being harassed by beggars, and getting no local pussy; and washing your teeth with lethal, though sacred I guess, Ganges water)?

And anyway, a semi-ugly European HB4 woman, should go to Bali to get fucked by short local men, not India. Seeing as in Bali she'll get fucked, but not murdered. But of course, Bali is like 6 hours farther by plane from Europe...

For me, European chicks who go to India are the female equivalent of European dudes who go to Morocco or Tunisia : cheap and lazy. They should allow for 200 usd more on their airline budget, seat 6 hours more in the plane, and land in Colombia, but no, they go for close, cheap, useless and dangerous holiday.

[Rigsby]

(03-17-2017 02:05 PM)C-Note Wrote:  

(03-17-2017 01:31 PM)General Stalin Wrote:  

Because when Asians travel they do it the safe and touristy way. They travel in groups, never mingle with the locals, and stay in nice ethnically-friendly hotels and resorts. They just take a shit load of pictures then GTFO.

There are some Japanese girls, often dressed in the same hippie fashion like this Irish woman, who do the exact same thing- go to Africa or India by themselves and explore around. And a number of them end up getting raped and killed also.

I'm in danger of drifting down memory lane again here. Oh fuck it.

In fact, thinking about it, maybe this should have gone in the 'under 16' thread here tonight, but I'll put it here, because it's more about the 'travel' than the 'bait'.

Though bait it most certainly was.

Quite a few years back, I was doing my peacock game and it was getting insane results. I was flying high. I still hadn't learned proper game, so I could pick up women like a bastard, but couldn't get a LTR to save my life. You know how it goes. Anyhow.

There I was peacocking in another club I randomly selected, that I would never go to again, all by myself and on my lonesome. Lonely? Me? You must be shitting to think that. I was King Lion on the Savannah. And this was my new playground. Well, jazz club in the West End of London. Name DJ, overcharged on the door - ram packed. Hell on earth thinking back on it. But I prowled, slowly, with an air of indifference. Why not? Not many as well dressed and as good looking as me here tonight. I'll take my pick. In fact. No I won't. I'll let them come to me. Stroppy bitches can fuck off. I want a nice humble girl that approaches me. Don't need shit from anyone tonight. If I don't get approached I'll go home alone. Fuck it. Abundance mentality is real.

It didn't take long to get eye-fucked. But this one was different. I'm not even sure if she did approach me. That kind of natural gravity takes over where you just inch closer and closer to each other like heavy bodies.

I can't even remember the words spoken. Or if there were even any words spoken. Would have been a bit difficult as she spoke hardly any English, and I spoke very very little Portuguese (had a Portuguese puta for a while) and simply no Japanese apart from moshi moshi and arigato.

There she was in all her 16 years old glory. A Japanese goddess. Brazilian. But as you may know, Brazil has a massive Japanese population. Her Father was Japanese, but her Mother was Brazilian. She looked fully Japanese to me. I was running game on some other Japanese girls at the time. Japanese girls loved the early mid 90's techno scene, and I was friends with a player that even had a Japanese wife. I lived in a house with a Rock Star (in Japan) and he had a Japanese waifu too. Many stories to tell on that one. But later.

The reason your post, C-Note, has triggered my drifting, is because this young girl was 16 years old and she came all alone to a strange country, all by herself, with absolutely no fear at all. She was a fucking idiot. She came home with me that night, a man 10 years her senior. I could have been any predator. She had no sense of danger at all.

Even at that tender age of mid-twenties, she brought out a deep paternal instinct in me. I wanted to protect this girl as much as I wanted to fuck her.

She already had piercings. Lips. That kind of thing. No tats. Thank fuck. But she was very pretty and she was very pleasant. Obviously the age differential meant this wasn't wife material, but how the fuck could I let this young girlie wander the wild streets of London without a chaperone to protect her from the beasts? Quite simply, I could not. So I took her under my wing.

She only had a few days. She had a ticket to Edinburgh and wanted to see Scotland for some reason. She loved Scotland. No idea why. She seemed intrigued when I told her I was a Welsh Man, and that we were similar to the Scots. I think she liked that. She never did go to Edinburgh. And I'll tell you why.

The little Brazilian/Japanese tart got so fucking wasted on the high-grade skunk she had smuggled back from Amsterdam (2 days earlier) in her knickers, that she was ripped to the tits. I went to work that day. 24 hour shift, labouring, good money, couldn't let the boss down. And when I came back the little minx was watching Sesame Street on my super duper quad speaker system/tv at 8am in the morning, giggling like a little Japanese schoolgirl, which I suppose she was.

At one point, and I don't exactly remember how this happened, but it did, her passport came out and this is when it got weird. Oh, I remember now. She looked young - she was young. I wanted to fuck her, but I didn't want to go to jail, so I demanded to see her passport and this is where it got confusing, coz she gave me the wrong one!

The little lady only had TWO passports! One with her being 15 and one with her real age of 16. She showed me the wrong one by mistake - the one that said she was 15. I didn't freak out, but I thought, I'm going to have to be extra careful here. Truth be told. She had a plane ticket back to Brazil in the next couple of days. She was dittzy and off her head on dope. I could have done whatever I wanted and no one would have known. Thankfully, for her, at least, I was (and still am) a Gentleman.

I pulled her up about it. She explained. She was really 16 - there was no way her family would have let her travel otherwise, no way she would have got the proper plane tickets etc. but her wily Dad had got a dodgy passport made up for her to get in to places cheap and game the system where she could. He probably didn't realise she was a total fucking dope fiend, and see how his grand plan could go wrong for a few shekels, but there you go.

I only spent a few glorious days with her, but I made sure to grill her left right and centre to ascertain that she was in fact 16. I wanted to fuck her badly, but I wanted to go to jail much less.

It would have made no difference really, because silly little girls like her end up getting kidnapped and raped and left in shallow graves - getting fucked would have been the least of her problems. And maybe this is why I'm posting this here. It matters not if she was 15/16 (apart from the legal aspects) - what matters is this was a crazy young girl off on an adventure that might have easily cost her her life.

We had a good time though, I made sure of that. There was no way I was leaving this little nutbar out of my sight for two minutes, if I could help it. The word 'vulnerable' was made for little girls like her.

She wasn't really in to fucking me the first couple of nights, and it drove me nearly insane having this little beauty by my side. But I was a Gentleman. I fucked her the night before she went home, though, and it wasn't bad at all. I'd become resigned to not getting any as she wasn't really in to it, but that last night was almost like a 'thank-you-ain't-gonna-see-you-again-but-have-something-to-remember-me-by' kind of thing. I don't know. I'd given up hope, so when she finally gave it up, I was semi-surprised, but obviously very happy. And I took a day off work for that I can tell you. Not one of my bigger regrets.

But we had a great time. I took her to the finest Indian restaurants in Crouch End at that time. A cornucopia of award winning Indian cuisine. We went out to a few bars - she didn't really drink, but we had a few beers. We communicated in bad English and sign language. I don't remember our communication ever being lacking.

But fuck me, what a handful. She decided to she had to go to Amsterdam to score more dope before going back to Brazil. She was too stoned to make it to Edinburgh first class pre-paid ticket that went down the drain, but she made sure she got out of bed to go to weed capital of Europe. And she came back with seven kinds of skunk in her knickers, again.

I know some of you reading this must be thinking: this is just too good to be fucking true - this bloke is in total fantasy land and he's just making it up as he goes along. I understand. But I swear, this really did happen.

The last day we spent together was a bit of a haze. There was purple haze, silver haze, northern lights, skunk no.5, etc. etc. and believe me I did try to smoke it all - that is why I had to take a day off work. But we couldn't get through it all. And she was a littler trooper - I'll give her that - the little 16 year old Brazilian/Japanese dope fiend.

I told her: There is no way I am letting you go back to Brazil with half an ounce of skunk in your knickers. You might have got away with it a couple of times through British customs, but it won't be funny if you get caught there. What will your mother and father say?

She would not have it. Little head-strong bitch. She would not have it all. I regret it now. I should have taken it all and kicked her out down the road. But I thought: ok, have at it. You've come to a strange country, totally by yourself, you are picking up older men in random bars, you are drug-smuggling in your little knickers, go your own way little lady...

And so she did.

We didn't fall out, but I wonder to this day if she got caught. She didn't have much. But what a risk to take. But still not as bad as picking up strange men in bars and letting them take you home.

She got off lightly. Very very lightly. Still to this day, I wonder what would have happened to her if someone less scrupulous than myself had 'gotten hold of her'. Perhaps not even a predator, per se. But a man that could see that he could do anything he wanted to a strange little girl in a strange little part of town, with no repercussions at all.

Let that be a lesson to you little ladies reading this. To all the families of little ladies reading this, whose daughters want to find themselves.

As for Japanese girls going to India or Africa, C-Note, I can't even...


Oh, forgot to say, on a passing note, where I lived at the time was great. I had a really nice semi-flat among the hippies in Hackney - en suite bathroom - mostly students at the LSE (more on that later). And they were raging with jealousy about my new little girlfriend, not understand the general logistics of it all. So one morning, I left her passport on the table at breakfast just so they knew. I knew no harm would come to it, law-abiding types that they were - but just so they knew this girl was 16 years old, and perfectly legal to even become my wife according to the laws of the land. They still passive-aggressively cunted me off though. Fuck 'em.

I did take great care, however, not to leave the passport that said she was 15 - I don't think that would have ended well. And the dirty looks I got from the middle-aged women in the local sweet shop when we were buying munchies for our dope sessions? Priceless.

I feel fucking resentful that a girl I protected from serious harm, by taking her in to my care, somehow painted me as some kind of predator, in the eyes of otherwise disinterested parties. She had a good time, and she got home in one piece. 16 years old, not able to speak any English, no sense of danger, picking up older men in bars? Yeah, I can see how that ends well. Thankfully she met a Gentleman.

There is a moral or two in this story here, Gentlemen. I'm sure you will know where to find it/them.

[Rocha]

^^^ You are on fire, keep them memories coming! )) +1

[RIslander]

Four pages and not a single IRT joke.

[porscheguy]

When it comes to getting killed in the course of "normal daily activity," I think European Tourist is the only legitimate rival to Florida man.

When a woman says she's going to India for a journey of spiritual discovery, that's the hamster talking.

1. They go because it's cheap.
2. They go so they can be surrounded by people they view as beneath them.
3. Easy access to miles of strange dick from other likeminded white, western tourists. After all, those 20 dicks you went through in the third world don't really count because you were on vacation and because the rapid succession.

[BrewDog]

(03-18-2017 05:39 PM)Parzival Wrote:  

(03-18-2017 01:19 PM)BrewDog Wrote:  

(03-18-2017 09:00 AM)Parzival Wrote:  

My girlfriend is non German, she is never sure if I do a joke or serious.

Off topic, but while there's a German online here... why do you guys confuse the V and W in English? I'm not being critical... your English is certainly much better than my German (I don't know shit in German).

I hung out a few weeks with a German astrophysicist in Banos, Ecuador. I think every German is some sort of scientist, no? That little town is in a valley in the mountains.

He would say, "It's in the walley."

And I would ask, "It's in the what? The walley?"

He knew I was fucking with him and he'd say, "Vatever."

And I would laugh my ass off. Not to be rude, but that struck me as funny.

You are on my list. Don't make fun of ze Germanz.

This is why I still have no answer to this. Nobody will ever tell me.

[Chris Brown]

Another recepient of the Amy Biehl award.

[Agastya]

(03-17-2017 01:20 PM)General Stalin Wrote:  

I don't get why so many white Women in America, Canada, and Western Europe are obsessed with the idea of going to India. My only inkling is that maybe because of all the pictures and documentaries they see about it, it makes it seem like the last bastion of "real," "ancient," and "different" culture - unless you go spend some time in the bush in Africa or the Amazon but they don't have Airbnb there...

India's image abroad is actually a lot better than the reality on the ground. The government of India does a really good job of advertising the country through its "Incredible India" posters and other such advertisements. People know that it's poor, but the sheer magnitude of the poverty there doesn't really hit you until you see it firsthand.

There are plenty of fantastic places to see in India, but I don't think that a lot of tourists know about them or go there with the specific purpose of seeing them. They just want to "find themselves" and go in there without any real conception of what India is like. It's not limited to white women, I met an Egyptian girl in Beirut who booked a flight there to learn yoga. She did this despite disliking unclean places, I wonder how long she lasted there.

[WalterBlack]

(03-18-2017 08:06 PM)RIslander Wrote:  

Four pages and not a single IRT joke.

The suspect seems to have some swag, so that's probably why there's a lack of IRT jokes going around:

[GlobalMan]

^
Ah yes.

If you reject me I will murder you...

The foundation of all confident "Swag"

[Geomann180]

(03-18-2017 01:19 PM)BrewDog Wrote:  

(03-18-2017 09:00 AM)Parzival Wrote:  

My girlfriend is non German, she is never sure if I do a joke or serious.

Off topic, but while there's a German online here... why do you guys confuse the V and W in English? I'm not being critical... your English is certainly much better than my German (I don't know shit in German).

I hung out a few weeks with a German astrophysicist in Banos, Ecuador. I think every German is some sort of scientist, no? That little town is in a valley in the mountains.

He would say, "It's in the walley."

And I would ask, "It's in the what? The walley?"

He knew I was fucking with him and he'd say, "Vatever."

And I would laugh my ass off. Not to be rude, but that struck me as funny.

There's no 'W' sound in the German language (many languages in fact) so it's a bit difficult to integrate into speech without thinking about. Germans aren't the only ones who do this, just the most noticeable.

I had a Turkish girlfriend at the end of highschool and I thought it was cute when she'd say "Wideo" instead of "Video".

G

[Leonard D Neubache]

To save-a-ho or not to save-a-ho? That is is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind that she suffer
The slings and arrows of predictable fortune,
Or to take arms against her sea of troubles,
And by opposing forestall them?

Walk the middle path. Let her take a serious beating nearing death and then intervene with a rock across the back of the aggressor's head. Warnings are best delivered by those who have suffered consequences themselves, and a near death experience can indeed spur a ho to save herself.

[Bushido]

(03-17-2017 02:05 PM)C-Note Wrote:  

(03-17-2017 01:31 PM)General Stalin Wrote:  

Because when Asians travel they do it the safe and touristy way. They travel in groups, never mingle with the locals, and stay in nice ethnically-friendly hotels and resorts. They just take a shit load of pictures then GTFO.

There are some Japanese girls, often dressed in the same hippie fashion like this Irish woman, who do the exact same thing- go to Africa or India by themselves and explore around. And a number of them end up getting raped and killed also.

I've recently been trying to talk a hot Japanese girl out of doing just this. She wants to go to India alone for a month. I told her she's batshit crazy. Will send her a link to this story. She's much better off in Bushido's hands anyway.

[Going strong]

(03-18-2017 07:13 PM)Rigsby Wrote:  

it drove me nearly insane having this little beauty by my side. But I was a Gentleman. I fucked her the night before she went home, though,

Our kind of gentleman!

Actual pic of Rigsby and his Brazilian beauty:

[debeguiled]

(03-19-2017 04:09 AM)Going strong Wrote:  

(03-18-2017 07:13 PM)Rigsby Wrote:  

it drove me nearly insane having this little beauty by my side. But I was a Gentleman. I fucked her the night before she went home, though,

Our kind of gentleman!

Actual pic of Rigsby and his Brazilian beauty:

This is exactly what I said when I repped him. My kind of poster.

[Handsome Creepy Eel]

I once knew a Chinese tourist (didn't bang), quite a sweet and calm girl, who suddenly decided that it was a great idea to hitchhike alone from Croatia to Greece. Fortunately she made it alive and unharmed, but on what planet does that seem like a good idea, especially in a shithole like Albania?

On the other hand, a skanky, loud and tatted-up Brazilian girl that I banged got pickpocketed in a Croatian club two times in the same week after leaving my place. Given her predilection for drinking (she could guzzle vodka like an ethanol car, no joke) it could have been much worse, I guess.

[911]

(03-19-2017 01:38 AM)GlobalMan Wrote:  

^
Ah yes.

If you reject me I will murder you...

The foundation of all confident "Swag"

That bastard actually tore up her face before killing her. Unfortunately India is not very big on the death penalty, so hopefully he'll get life in one of their hellholes.

[onetouch]

'Women should be safe and never have to live and die in fear' - India murder victim Danielle's friends make powerful speech"

No direct mention that this is largely a Turd World problem of course.

No, don't ever point the finger of blame at where it belongs; ffs.

http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/wom...47479.html

[Chris Brown]

I hope others can learn from her mistakes.

[onetouch]

(03-20-2017 06:51 AM)Chris Brown Wrote:  

I hope others can learn from her mistakes.

And Heed the toned down advice of the Dept of Foreign affairs

A Department of Foreign Affairs advice note drafted last year for Irish people travelling in India offers a comprehensive note for women visiting the country. It warns them to express caution and highlights a spate of recent sexual attacks.
"Women should consider travelling in a group in India," it advises.

"The cultural norms in India are very different to Ireland. In India, it is unusual for women to travel independently. In the evening or at night-time, women should be particularly cautious.

"Recent sexual attacks against female visitors in tourist areas and cities show that foreign women are at risk. Tourists have been the victims of sexual assault in Agra, Goa, Delhi, Bangalore, Madyha Pradesh, Kolkata and Rajasthan.

"Women travellers often receive unwanted attention in the form of verbal and physical harassment by individuals or groups of men. This may include being photographed.

"If you are a woman travelling in India you should respect local dress codes and customs and avoid isolated areas, including beaches, when alone at any time of day. Women travellers should be particularly careful when selecting their accommodation and consider sharing a room where possible."

http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/exp...44494.html