Buenos Aires and Beeks

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Buenos Aires and Beeks

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You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge:

So, I roll around the lounge in Buenos Aires, Custom Suited down, Going for Dolo, working the “Transition Game” and spitting poison darts at fly Porteñas.

I am feeling sinister, kind of like a Donald Goines Novel. In short order, I have infiltrated a table of four fly Argentinean girls and two Argentinean cats. Two of the girls are beautiful, albeit they are too Hipster looking for my taste. If I want Hipster girls, I can just stay in New York City or Los Angeles.

The other two Porteñas are striking enough that I would contemplate dating either one for a month or two if we were America. But we are not in America.

Thankfully, the two non-Hipster girls are more into me, and they are so stunning that I feel my ears get pointy and my mouth starts salivating. But I remain calm and Tranquilo because I have been through this literally hundreds of times.

After a rapid fire pregunta y contesta session that I passed with flying colores, I go with a little of the old “absence makes the heart grow fonder” move and I get up and get another Goose and Soda. Which is really, kind of, an idiot move, since they are 10 times more expensive than a regular cocktail in BA. F*ck it though. I have been heisting a bunch lately, hit a trade on Wynn, and I need something stronger than Malbec, to levelize my dome piece after hitting a “street jay” hard with a couple of Porteñas and some guy they were with earlier.

After locking down the bartender, I head back to the table with the four girls but get intercepted by a Swedish cat that tells me to join his table. After seeing five fly Swedish Girls and just him and his Swedish buddy, I accept.

Where are you from?” asks the second Swedish Cat in a thick Swedish Accent.

Hollywood. Los Angeles.”, I answer.

I get the predictable, “Oh! Hollywood!”, “Los Angeles, I love LA!” type responses from everyone at the table.

And just like that, I am in. (Well, the Custom Suit might have had something to do with it, since it really did have an immaculate cut, and actually had an Elmo red interior. I also had the crimson Brioni Pocket square. Mad Flash and so much red you might have thought I was Brim or Piru.)

After peeting a bunch of cocktails in expeditious style, I could feel the buzz all through my gulliver.

The first Swedish cat then asks me, “Michael, how do you say “Cocaaine” in English?

I kind of laugh and respond, “Umm…’Cocaine’ is how you say it.

First Swedish guy then says, “No, I mean how do you say it in LA? The, how do you say, slang for ‘Cocaine’.

I respond, “I guess…’Beeks’?

Beeks! Yes, Beeks. That is how you say it! Beeks!”, the Swedish guy kept yapping almost uncontrollably.

That is what we need! We need Beeks! Beeks! Can you get Beaks?” he says in a frenzied manner that is all too familiar. (Although, I have never this sort of behavior from a Swedish cat in BA, so the whole thing was kind of novel.)

Not sure.” I respond, laughing. I give him a “thumbs up” as well. (I always like to give foreign cats a “thumbs up” so they will think that’s how we do in America).

The Swedish guy then starts yelling, “Beeks! Beaks! Anyone have Beeks!?!” all across the lounge.

Gratefully, the music is so loud; no one can really hear the guy. And no one knows what “Beeks” are in BA.

Santa Maria (del Buen Ayre)

Either way, I spot two fly young Porteñas smoking jacks right outside the doorway of the lounge, and I have little faith that these Swedish guys will score any Beeks with their tactics.

Furthermore, I don’t think I even really want any Beeks. My night is going too fluidly to throw in any sort of scallywag behavior. (Although, I do like the word “scallywag”.)

Admittedly, I do think the weed I puffed earlier was relatively fuerte, because I was pretty amused and laughing at the way this Swedish cat kept on going bonkers about “Beaks!”

I excuse myself from the “Swedish Beeks” table, and then move to go join the girls outside for a jack.

As I roll through the doorway, one of the two fly girls rolls back inside leaving one fly girl smoking a grit.

Switch back to Spanish Game and introduce myself like the International Playboy of the Apocalypse that I am.

She says she her name is “Mariana”, which is a name I have a thing for. She says she grew up in Recoleta.

She says she likes this bar because it is in her neighborhood.

I feel the curious and prurient need to smoke two cigarettes at the same time.

I say I like this bar as well, because my hotel, the Alvear Palace Hotel is right nearby.

I hear the horns and percussion from a Curtis Mayfield song in my skull piece and I feel I am on top of Game’s Rushmore.

Mariana’s eyes start to dilate, she looks at me lasciviously, and I say, “

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Michael Porfirio Mason
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15 Comments on "Buenos Aires and Beeks"

  1. The G Manifesto
    Jim Kirk
    06/02/2010 at 12:04 am Permalink

    Great post. I wish you were on here when I was younger. The Tango video is great as well – MPM never misses.

    It’s to bad that Argentina has become a banana republic.

  2. The G Manifesto
    T. AKA Ricky Raw
    07/02/2010 at 12:20 pm Permalink

    I’ve come to the conclusion Swedish cats are always either really really square and socially inept or cool as hell. I rarely meet any in the middle ground area.

  3. The G Manifesto
    The G Manifesto
    07/02/2010 at 12:52 pm Permalink

    T. AKA Ricky Raw,

    I agree. These guys were actually super cool. They were cracking me up.

    – MPM

  4. The G Manifesto
    08/02/2010 at 12:19 am Permalink

    Swagger for days. Swagger for days.

  5. The G Manifesto
    Mikey the Kid
    08/02/2010 at 12:58 pm Permalink

    Now that is how you do a night out. enough of this pua crap. mpm shows how it is done. game mastery through story.

  6. The G Manifesto
    The G Manifesto
    08/02/2010 at 10:14 pm Permalink


    For years.

    – MPM

  7. The G Manifesto
    The G Manifesto
    08/02/2010 at 10:15 pm Permalink

    Jim Kirk,


    “It’s to bad that Argentina has become a banana republic.”

    More opportunity.

    – MPM

  8. The G Manifesto
    The G Manifesto
    08/02/2010 at 10:15 pm Permalink

    Mikey the Kid,

    Strictly representing.

    – MPM

  9. The G Manifesto
    08/02/2010 at 10:37 pm Permalink

    I visit this page every once and awhile (via Roissy), and this guy sounds like a fabulist. A Jayson Blair. Is there any information to corroborate these fish stories?

    I don’t see witty banter or charm. Maybe because the always-talked about clothes and cigs don’t play on a computer screen. What does this guy do for a living?

  10. The G Manifesto
    09/02/2010 at 10:33 am Permalink

    I always think these comments like the one by J are funny. Yeah it is really unbelievable that someone could go out at night, talk to girls and have a funny conversation. You missed the whole point buddy, the funny thing about the post is that is very relate-able to anyone who has gone out in Argentina.

  11. The G Manifesto
    10/02/2010 at 11:58 am Permalink

    Pure genius

  12. The G Manifesto
    T. AKA Ricky Raw
    11/02/2010 at 8:50 am Permalink

    I can’t stand haters like J. I don’t bother trying to figure out if G Manifesto is literal or not or likes to exaggerate for effect. Because I don’t care. It’s fun, it’s inspiring, it’s not self-pitying and full of entitlement and rage like the rest of the so called “manosphere.” It may have elements of exaggeration or it may be 100% literally true, but either way the guy knows his stuff and has a solid foundation. That you can’t fake.

  13. The G Manifesto
    David Black
    11/02/2010 at 5:51 pm Permalink

    Mix equal parts On The Road, Clockwork Orange and Fear & Loathing. Simmer for 20minutes, and out pops this delightful gem of a post. Love it duderino.

  14. The G Manifesto
    21/02/2010 at 9:31 pm Permalink

    She grew up in Recoleta? She’s probably from a wealthy family then. But if you’re in the neighborhood you prob already know that right?

    B.A. is top notch for the south. And of course the women. Now, well I found some real hot latinos / Portenos in Belgrano ; I have to give you props as getting ass there is one of the more difficult challenges even for a consumate gamer. The whole suit angle , yeah I can see that working spectacularily there.

    I would prefer social proofing and hitting the town with other BA men that know whats up.

    I wouldn’t think Argie women were your cup of tea though. Definitely mine, but I thought you liked em a little thicker say what?

  15. The G Manifesto
    20/01/2012 at 9:27 pm Permalink

    Spot on. And the girls are thin and beautiful. Have travelled there since 96 and never a dull moment. Hell have had some of them ring me up back in the states when they were here as escorts with rich Argentines.

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