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Return Of The Mack

17 August 2006 by dwb

I’m going to be posting on some past events, in no order so try to stay with me.

My friend Jimmy came to town after a 2 year absence due to a run-in with INTERPOL and the Royal Thai Police. It was all a huge mix up, be he still had to sort it out.

His first night walking back at Nana Plaza he was telling me how good it felt to be back and problem free. About that time some drunken soccer hooligan just walked up and punched him right in the face. (BTW… this is him about to suck a girls nipple inside a bar. Not big deal, but the girl came with her boyfriend who just walked off to the bathroom.)

Jimmy did the smart thing and walked away because he knew if all hell broke loose it was going to cramp our evening. So he walked over to the cops to round this guy up, but the drunk took off running and the hunt was on.

All of us were looking for this guy when I’m spotted by a guy talking to a ladyboy, “hey are you Dimitri?” he asked. Fuck, not now! Bad timing.

I didn’t have time to talk but it ended up being Vin Cross, a new guy shooting over here in Thailand. I wasn’t being rude to him, but it was honestly the worst time in the world to try to talk to me as we were all hunting this prick who sucker punched Jimmy in the mouth.

The cops finally found the prick and this ass hat decided he wanted to fight the cops… you know the rest of this story so I won’t waste my time writing it.

The punch was wasn’t a strong one, but what made it bad was just a few hours before Jimmy had to have one of his teeth pulled at the hospital, and as luck would have it, he got hit right there where the tooth was just removed. Ouch.

That is the end of that story.

Back in the saddle, this soi dog was on the streets and macking bitches like the old days. Whores, non-whores, business women… all fair game for Jimmy. He’s fluent in Thai, reads and writes it, and knows how to play the game here. Three girls a day, never pays, a true mack in every sense of the word. He even has hi-so girls with rich daddies take him shopping. If anyone truly deserved a key to the city here, it is this guy.

This pic is him and his pasty white ass humping the pizza delivery girl (from Pizza Company) on my bed. No shit. I ordered pizza, he gets laid.

I pay for the pizza, he fucks for free on my bed.

See what I’m talking about? Bow to the power.

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Got my ass kicked by a ladyboy

14 June 2006 by dwb

So I got my ass kicked by a ladyboy. So what?

She studied Muay Thai for 8 years, I studied Nintendo.

Truth be told, it wasn’t even much of a fight, it was more like a fast massacre.

She was at least nice enough to make me dinner after she tenderized my face. Jenny may be all the nasty things I have said in the past, but she is also an incredible cook. Though afterward, the truth came out that she whacked off on the chicken before she cooked it.

Hell is… getting your ass kicked by a girl with a bigger cock than yours.

Fuckin’ ladyboys. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.

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Punched in the eye by a ladyboy

11 June 2006 by dwb

Unbeknown to me, you know who read my blog to Jenny today.

Not having a clue Jenny was upset with me, I stopped by La Casa del Ladyboys to check out a shoot they had going on and Jenny punched me right in the fucking eye when she opened the door to let me in.

She then made a stupid noise, did some sort of a superhero pose and walked back to the shoot as if nothing had happened.

It’s throbbing at the moment and I have a little cut in the eyebrow. I could probably use a couple of stitches. I’ll see how it looks tomorrow.

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Noi has HIV

30 May 2006 by dwb

Last night I was going to work with a girl who I have shot several times before. She may be one of, if not the sweetest girl I have met in Thailand.

Lets call her Noi.

Noi always remembers my birthday and will even call me in the USA if I am not here. Very rare.

Noi never forgets me on Christmas and even knows that I collect images and small statues of Buddha, and buys a surprise gift for me from time to time.

Noi is hot but she was never was my girlfriend. She is just a friend with a big heart. She is girl who unfortunately made the wrong choice to sell her body in Thailand.

This past year she met a man from Switzerland who took her out of the bar scene and was living with her in Pattaya. After a few months he became very ill and left her with no notice. Poof. One day he was simply gone, and she was back to work.

Before I would take her to work again, I took her to the hospital to get a HIV. Noi tested HIV positive. I paid to have a Western Blot test which confirms the test. That was also positive.

Noi has HIV.

While we’ll never know exactly where she caught the virus, as she is a working girl, I only know that her previous tests were negative and only after she started dating the guy from Switzerland did she test positive. My guess is she caught it from him.

This was terribly sad news, but it is unfortunately part of life over here. She took it better than I expected her to, but she was upset, as you would expect.

Most of the girls who have tested HIV+ for us are usually found the very next day working in the same place we found them. We’ll often see them walking with customers, hand and hand, but I don’t dare say anything to the guy. It is not my place. He is a  grown man who knows the risks and if he makes the wrong decision and catches HIV himself, he should have known better. It would also turn into a fight between the girl and I as she would see that as me taking away her money. And the last thing I want is an HIV+ girl violently attacking me.

Since you can pay off many doctors to stamp a positive test as a negative test here 500 baht, I have made it a habit to be in the room for the results. The down side of this is that I am there when the girls are told of their HIV+ status. That also means I am there to watch them fall apart or go right back to work as if nothing happened. Whatever their reaction, I don’t enjoy watching it.

While staying in Thailand I have known girls who have been killed, girls who are missing, girls who were sold into slavery, girls who escaped slavery, and a good handful of girls who are HIV positive. I see a girl almost daily who is slowly dying of AIDS, still making a poor attempt at selling her skeleton frame of a body, wearing full length shirts and pants to cover the lesions on her skin. Somehow, she is still able to turn tricks.

I also know a girl named Gale who knows she is HIV+ and continues to fuck her clients without condoms. All the girls in her bar know about it, as does the mamasan. She brags about it and says that she does not like the feel of condoms and what will happen will happen. Gale has an abortion every couple months. The bar owner, mamasan and the girls at the bar say nothing. I see her walking with men all the time and all I can think to myself is, “be smart brother, be smart.” Then I think about all the dirty holes I have recklessly thrown my cock into and wondered how many guys have thought the same as they see me walking by with a girl they know.

For as much fun as we have on the road shooting girls and living out all our wildest dreams, moments like really bring you back to reality for a short period of time and allows you to think with your big head instead of your small one.

I don’t know if Noi will take medicine or not for the virus. Many of the girls here don’t. But that is not something that concerns any of us. That is her choice. But what should concern those of you visiting Thailand and pulling girls from the bar is… will you be the one taking Noi back to your room?

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Thailand snuff video

16 May 2006 by dwb

I almost filmed my first snuff scene last night when this girl almost died from a heart condition.

Kincade was in her ass and drilling it pretty hard when her ticker just gave out on her and she could not breath. She collapsed. We stopped, my assistant gave her water and stayed with her for a while until she came back around. She was hyperventilating and holding her chest while it was pounding very hard. It was really scary.

She told us about some heart condition she has and hasn’t taken her medicine for a few days now. Smart move, whore.

Today’s lunch time discussion was about what we would have done with her body if she would have kicked the bucket right there.

The options we came up with are as follows:

[a] We dress her and let her have an accidental fall from the 7th story floor I am on. Police come, she was drunk, fell off… typical day in Thailand. No investigation.

[b] We wrap her in plastic, put her in the trunk of a car, which is lined in plastic, and toss her roadside somewhere along the beach. The cops would think it was just another dead hooker and there would be no investigation. This is Thailand, that is how it works.

[c] We call the police, explain we are making a porno and Mr. Kincade sodomized her to death. We have the video to prove it was an accident, so we would beg for mercy and hope for the best. We would probably spend the next 20 years behind bars in a Thai prison.

I’m not going to tell you what we decided, but you can make up your own mind as to what you would do.

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Shooting Ladyboys in Phuket

10 April 2006 by dwb

I am in Phuket right now shooting Ladyboys. So far I have lost 10lbs from sweat, had less that 4 hours of sleep in the last 72 hours and one of our Ladyboys almost perished during our first shoot. I saved her life and grabbed her arm as she literally fell off a cliff. No joke.

She blew me to show her thanks later in the evening. Then we snuggled until I came to my senses.

I’ll try to make a complete post about the shenanigans going on here tomorrow or the day after. Right now we’re knee deep in LB cack (yes, that is spelled correct) and we don’t have a lot of leisure time. Stay tuned.

Gotta run, my big boob Thai cum dumpster is rubbing her beautiful tits on my back and my cack is so hard it hurts. She says, “Sawadee Ka” to you and, “come fuck me now” to me.

Duty calls…..

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Porn is forever

23 January 2006 by dwb

I’m really fed up with chicks who shoot a video, then when they get caught by someone they know, call me begging me to remove their videos and photos. It is getting out of hand.

In addition to all the other wack bitches who have done this, I have this black girl on my ass right now because just about everyone she knows found out she was banging a white boy on the internet.

Now… she didn’t care anything about this when she was getting top dollar for a days work. I wanted her so bad I paid her more than some of the girls in LA get. Yea, really. And I shot her two days in a row, so she took home a lot of cash.

She also didn’t care anything about being seen when she called me back the following week wanting to do it again because she needed… more money.

At no time did she care or even think about her friends at that point. All she cared about was getting paid. But once that money is gone, everything changes.

Now that she is busted, she claims her life is ruined, she is ashamed, she doesn’t want to leave the house, everyone at work knows she did it and talks about it every day… yadda, yadda, yadda, ebonics, ebonics, ebonics. I lost track of what she was saying 3/4 of the way through the conversation when she got super ghetto on me. Sorry Dalonda, I don’t speak ebonics.

The first thing I told her was she needed to nip the work shit in the ass. That is sexual harassment. Period. She needs to hire an attorney and go get their ass. I’m sure some ambulance chaser would be all over that one.

Second, I reminded her how she was loving the money she got and had fun spending it. It’s only when your broke and busted do you feel bad for what you did.No one forced you to do anything and you even signed a contract with me. You knew damn good and well what you were doing.

Of course all of that fell on deaf ears.

At this point she is willing to do “anything” she says. And she means anything to get her photos and videos pulled off the internet. That’s all fine and dandy but there is no going back once your image is on the internet. Porn is forever.

Even if I did remove her from my site, there are countless webmasters who use her photos and video samples for promotion. Not to mention how much money those two scenes are really worth. They are worth a lot more than she can afford to buy back from me, which I did give her the option to buy them back at 4x what I paid her to make them. And that was being nice.

I’m not trying to be a dick, but I’m sick of this happening. This is not the first time. They need money so they work, so they work. Then they get caught. Then I’m all of a sudden the dirt bag who is exploiting them. But lets not forget that almost every one of them sells her pussy on the side, as that is usually how I meet them. This girl was a huge ho when I met her.

Part of being an adult is learning to live with the decisions you made in the past, good or bad. Lord knows I have made plenty and would love to have a “do over” or a reset button, but that’s not going to happen. I live with what I have done.

The worst thing about all of this is, when she gets in a pickle again, she will call me wanting to work. Again. Even after all this. That is what they all do. So far, every one who has called me in tears begging for me to remove their photos and videos ALL called me at a later date wanted to shoot again.

There is a common thread among whores. They can’t save money. They spend all the money they have. They will do anything to get more. And most of them date some dead beat who smokes weed all day, plays video games and takes most of her money.

Speaking of video games, anyone see the new Grand Theft Auto? I just saw the tail end of the commercial for it last night. I love that game. It is only there I can beat the shit out of these bitches and not feel bad about it.

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Bombings in Bali

02 October 2005 by dwb

Well, there goes my planned trip to Bali this winter. 22 Dead, 50 injured. This is the 2nd attack in 3 years, the first being in October 2002.

I think the world is being too easy on countries who harbor terrorist. The “Axis Of Evil” countries. Call me crude, but we (or someone) should give these shit holes 48 hours to deport all terrorists and extremist from their country or we will kindly remove the country in question from the map. We have an asshole for a president who is willing to fight this “war on terror” and I think he is just the prick to get the job done. Everyone already hates him, why not go out hated AND be known as the man who stomped out terrorism.

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Busted

26 September 2005 by dwb

I knew this was going to happen the moment we met that little fucking Pimp kid. Even while trying to do the right thing and not work with him, the little fucker showed up the next day at our hotel with a few girls (who were over 18) in an attempt to pimp them out. Apparently he knew the taxi driver we were using and he brought that little fucker right back to us.

Here is a rough play by play of what happened.

At around 7:30am someone was knocking on my door. I’m naked, dazed and pissed off, but I get, turn on a light, wrap a towel around my bottom and walk over to open the hotel door. The moment I cracked it open, the force from the other side pushed it open as fast as they could. Within an instant, I was on the ground with what feels like boots on my neck, arms and legs, rendering me totally unmovable. There was fast, loud shouting in Spanish and I could see the barrels of a few large machine guns pointing at my head. Oh… my… God. I’m I being kidnapped? Is this the police? Am I going to die? All thoughts racing through my mind at a million miles a second. I came as close to shitting in my pants as a person can get, without actually shitting in their pants.

Colombian police raided our two hotel rooms SWAT style. About 20 military police and 5 or 6 more plain clothed special agents woke us up and turned our rooms upside down. Every pocket, every bag and every pillow case was checked as well as our computers and all our mini DVs that we had been shooting on.

During the process, we had no idea what was going on. After they slowed their speech down, I was able to understand they were there for the pornos and they left it at that.

We had two rooms, Derrick and I in one room, Kincade and Sand in the other. All the gear and mini DVs were in Kincade’s room, and the computer was in my room.

About 20 minutes after the raid on my room the phone rings. It’s kincade.

Kincade: Dude, are the police in your room?
Me: Yup.
Kincade: We’re fucked man.
Me: Did they find the camera?
Kincade: Yup. But they can’t figure out how to turn it on.
Me: Good, don’t show them. They will never figure it out.
Kincade: OK. You know Sand has weed, right?
Me: I do now. Yea, we’re fucked.
Kincade: I’ll call you back.
Me: OK, keep your cool. We’ll work through this.

20 minutes later my phone rings again.

Kincade: Dude, they figured out the camera and are watching the movies.
Me: Fuck!
Kincade: No worries though, the weed is hidden.
Me: OK, check back later.

About 30 minutes later, the phone rings yet again.

Kincade: They found the weed.
Me: That’s the good news I was looking for.
Kincade: See you at the jail boss.
Me: Yup.

After spending a few hours in the room, we were taken to a holding cell at the station.

We spent the next three days there. It was the longest three days of my life. No word of what the charges were. No phone calls allowed. No nothing.

On the last day, they come to the cell, open the door and tell us we are free to go. WTF!?!?

As it turns out, Colombia has a huge problem with pedophiles and people shooting child porn. When the pimp showed up at our hotel uninvited, the manager called the police as I’m sure it looked suspicious why a boy was coming to our hotel room with girls, who even though were over 18, they looked young.

The police came for us thinking we were fucking with kids. Of course we were not but they didn’t know that. They did a full investigation that took three days to confirm we were only shooting porn with legal models. Once they knew we were legit and their investigation was complete, they let us go but kept our gear. I was told we will get it back later but I’m not going to hold my breath on that one. Truth be told, I could care less, I have my freedom. The police didn’t give a shit about the weed, but kept it anyway.

I thought we were locked with the key tossed away, but they later said they could care less about the girls we had shot as long as they were of legal age. They were only there looking for pedophiles or child pornographers, which we are not, so we were free. They said shooting legal models there was not a problem, but I’ve had my fair share of fun in Cali, Colombia and it’s time to move on.

As we walk out of the station, Kincade turns to me and says, “where to now boss?” I didn’t know if he was just that hardcore or if he didn’t really fully understand the situation we were in. Either way, he’s a fucking Storm Trooper.

This was the 2nd most scary moment of my life. The 1st was in Venezuela a few years ago with my brother when we were taken off a bus in the Andes mountains (on the Colombia / Venezuela border) at gun point by guerrillas. They took all the men off the bus, lined us up and pointed guns at us while the leader checked our documents. It was without a doubt a shit your pants moment. In the end they let us all go but until we were put back on the bus, I thought death was just around the corner.

I think I’m going to check Colombia off my list of countries to shoot in. Eh, maybe not. What are the odds of this happening again? Right?

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Bogota street justice

08 September 2005 by dwb

What a freakin’ night. As I walk out of the hotel Sand is getting robbed by 3 guys right on the street about 100 feet from the hotel door. He yells for me and the guys run when they see me coming. Not that I’m a scary dude but because the odds were no longer in their favor and they risk at least one of them being caught or hurt. Without even thinking if these guys had weapons or not and forgetting I’m in Colombia, I foolishly sprinted to his aid but two of them ran away as I charged, but one poor fucker was slow and we chased down and fucked him up.

While in Sao Paulo 2 years ago I met a guy who trained Military Police and other law officers hand to hand combat. He taught me a few simple moves to lock a person up by his wrist and arm, pin him down and keep him from moving. He made me do it over and over and over so I would never forget it and tonight, two years later I used it on this guy while Sand beat the living dog piss out of him for 3 or 4 minutes until the policia showed up. The whole time Sand is yelling for me to break his arm, and caught in the moment, I put all my weight on his wrist that was bent back to break it, but it wouldn’t fucking break! This dude is superman or something. Sand is BEATING HIS ASS and I’m trying to break his arm with all my might and the guy is just taking it all. Jacked up on some drug I’m sure, but fuck, his arm should still break.

The police arrive.

They cuffed this scum bag while I had him pinned and all the while Sand kept punching him in the face and the police did nothing to stop it. Finally, after wearing down, Sand takes a break and the cops toss the guy up against a wall, hands cuffed behind his back, and sit him up. They then take their night stick and stick it to his throat and start choking the guy! So here we are, right in the middle of Bogota, watching police choking a guy to death! Then, out of nowhere, the other cop starts kicking the guy in the face while the other cop is choking him! WHAT THE FUCK!

The dirt bag just starts to drift to sleep and they stop. They’ve done this before it seems. They choke him to the point of passing out and then stop. Then kick his ass some more before tossing him in the back of a police pick-up truck.

Sand walk up again while the guy is in the back of the truck and started nailing him some more while the cops did nothing. This poor guy literally got the living shit beat out of him.

The police let us go to the station with them to file the paperwork and we got to ride in the truck with the criminal while the cops still smacked him around a bit and Sand took a few cheap shots along the way.

We filed the papers and then the cops wanted to know what I thought about Michael Jackson, Katrina and Colombian women. Huh?

We took them out to a 24 hour chicken joint and got the skinny on some more quality whore houses in town. They also told us that if I would of snapped his arm the way I had him pinned, I would of spent AT LEAST 4 months in jail here. Shit. Thank God that guys arm didn’t break then. Talk about a uber backfire.

Word to the wise, don’t get caught robbing anyone in Bogota and don’t break any bones of the guy who is robbing you. Let the police do it for you.

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Fuckin’ Kincade

31 August 2005 by dwb

All is well on this beautiful night until this tool wants to toss a beer can out of the window of the taxi. I personally hate litter bugs and apparently so do the Colombian police because they pulled us over at 2am and we all pointed them right to Kincade. “He did it!”

Got him!

They searched the entire car, looked at all my gear and even picked up the mini DV tapes of the days shoots but didn’t know what they were so they just cuffed Kincade as we laughed at him. I paid the cops $5 to let me take some pics, they were happy to ham it up for me.

Heheh. Dumb ass.

Kincade spent a day in the can until we went through the SLOW process of bailing him out. It cost $250 total which is nothing compared to the horrible night he spent in a Colombian jail cell. Serves him right.

Away he goes...

So Kincade, tell us what it’s like on the inside of a Colombian jail. LOL Next time aim for the litter can, ya jack ass.

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Out of control

16 August 2005 by dwb

I’m going to give you the cliff notes on this one because it sickens me to talk about it. Some crazy shit is going on south of the border in the land of coffee and cocaine. Well, the land of coffee, cocaine, weed, raw pussy, guns, guns, more guns and donkey fuckers. Couldn’t get any better, right?

Well, my friend here in Colombia hooked up with another guy who is gay and was (past tense) helping us find some trannys to shoot. Apparently a few days before we meet this dick head he rapes a 13 year old deaf boy at knife point. Then he goes on with his life as if nothing happened.

So the police have been looking for this guy and when someone finally notices him, guess where he just happens to be and who with? Bingo! You can imagine the rest of the story. Ill just say its not a pretty one. I hope they cut this fuckers balls off. You can picture the scene for such a raid and the hell that broke loose when it happened. I’m surprised we all didn’t get shot just for being with the guy.

Gay child molesters, donkey fucking brothers, transsexuals, pornos, drugs… I think I need to change countries before shit really gets out of hand. We’re WAY over the line on this trip. I’m pretty sure one of us won’t even make it back.

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