So go to the fucking porn cinema if you want to, and quit talking about it. You may be totally non-fiction, but your true story is a sad one, it seems. Broke dick dog looking for a bone. Well, we've all been there at some point.
As for me, I've forgotten more about mongering than you will ever know. It's true that I travel less these days, but there are so many women right here, from Asia, Latin America, Russia, you name it, that it hardly seems worth the effort to go way over there just to fuck them.
I mean, after all, do we make the trip primarily for the pussy, or for the low-rent atmosphere of the fucking roach-infested shitholes where they live?
Some say both, but then spend all their time overseas in a room with no view, or in a bar that's no better or worse than filthy dives everywhere. Don't get me wrong, though... I like filthy dives.
It's those endless plane rides that kill it for me, and plenty of girls are right here. But when you've logged as many miles as I have, Mr.Non-Fiction, then you can sit at my table and buy me a beer.
Regarding Juanfunn, let him speak for himself... so to speak. Some of it might make sense, if the copious drool doesn't distract you so much you don't hear him.
As for Transsexuals, I like to talk about them because it really draws the homophobes out of the woodwork, guys who are so afraid of the cocksucker inside themselves that they lash out in fear. Yes, I like women exclusively, but does it really matter? And if so... why?
Difference between me and you is that I'm not on remote control, I'm not acting out my early programming. Like a duck, I wake up every day into a whole new world. I know how to look past the smoke and break it down. That gives me power, and wisdom, and if I ever need your opinion again, I'll beat it out of you, motherfucker.
I'm just messing with you, man. I like you. If I knew where you were I would probably send you some money so you could hump some Mexican pussy, and not have to worry about cum flying thru the air in a dark theater, smacking you between the eyes, and dripping down your nose. It probably wouldn't cost much, because most Mexicanas would probably like the novelty of fucking a Peruvian. I know I would.
Just kidding man. I wouldn't fuck you... you're not even a transsexual, even though I hear there are a lot of them in Peru. Anyway, try to have fun on your last night. I know you must be having some fun. I mean, look at the last sentence of your post, above. Jesus, Hey-soos. Take it easy on the cerveza, borracho.