The Guide to Getting More Out of Life
Rest in Peace, Ruslana Korshunova
“Ruslana Korshunova, 20, whose face has graced the cover of French Elle and Russian Vogue, apparently jumped from her ninth-floor apartment in her Water Street building in the Financial District just before 2:30 p.m.”
Very Sad.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Teenage Love by Slick Rick
Blog I read: Roosh V – Girls, Travel, Life
Here is a Blog that I have read lately http://www.rooshv.com
Buy Roosh’s Book “Bang: More Lays In 60 Days” Here
He kicks some pretty good knowledge on well, Girls, Travel, and Life. Written from the perspective of the traveling, long-haired, broke-artist style player. Which we all know, can be effective.
He also gave me some props here: Nightclub Bottle Service.
Here is a great sample of his writing:
Brazilian, Argentine, & American Girls
By Roosh
Brazilian: “Where are you from?”
Argentine: *Crickets*
American: “What do you do?”
Brazilian: Open toe slippers with some design
Argentine: Closed toe
American: Target brand flip flops
Brazilian: Takes off your jeans and boxers
Argentine: Takes off her big earrings
American: Takes off her shoes
Brazilian: She feels comfortable after sex
Argentine: She feels like she just carried out an important life decision after sex
American: She feels like a slut after sex
Brazilian: Clingy
Argentine: Distant
American: Low self-esteem
Solid stuff.
Other good posts: School Of Argentine Girls
Buy Roosh’s Book “Bang: More Lays In 60 Days” Here
Seems the cat is in DC now, which can be a tough city for a Playboy. A “Black Diamond” city, if you will.
I know that city well. I used to chop it up from the Crackhouse to the Whitehouse.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Syce it/Escalator – Tabi Bonney
Escalator – Tabi Bonney
Tabi Bonney “Pocket”
Guest Manifesto: Why It Pays to Be A First Mover
As an international G, I’ve seen many places and met many people. Surprisingly though, I have never met anyone who has out-Gamed me. Sure, I’ve met people who are smarter than me or wealthier than me. And coincidentally, all of them have the same rap about being creative or innovative.
On a side note, I’ve never met anyone better looking than me.
But my point is, to truly be successful; you have to be a First Mover. Make other people follow you. At first, some might be hesitant or reluctant but with enough influence and persistence, everyone comes around.
Just this past week, while an old friend of mine was in New York, I had the opportunity to discuss this specific topic. My friend always had a knack for technology and made suitcases full of skrilla by simply pulling numbers out of thin air. When we were younger, he had done very well with the pin codes of analog cell phones and most recently his favorite past time is driving by a BestBuy and extracting credit card numbers via unsecured wi-fi connections. Apparently, being innovative with technology inherently gives you a Side Hustle. More than half of his revenue and profit derives from consulting companies on how to prevent exactly what he does.
Anyway, while in town on a “consulting” job, he was staying at the Mandarin and so we decided to break bread at Asiate (I recommend the cote de boeuf with roasted rib-eye and smoked potato). I arrived 15 minutes early suited down in a Paul Stuart soft brown Nailhead number (side vents & ticket pocket, of course), a solid crème colored Stefano Ricci shirt, dark brown Hermes tie and matching pocket silk. Needless to say, my bankroll could be listed in the Mitchell Report.
Surprisingly, my friend was already at the bar, casually dressed in a Loro Piana dark gray Vicuña sweater over a burgundy colored woven shirt and black Zanella pants. He was nonchalantly sipping on a 21 year old Balvenie Scotch Portwood while concurrently conversing with a 21 year old English Hardbody. But that’s neither NYMEX nor pyrex.
Over dinner he schooled me on the enormous profit potential in other countries that don’t have a fully operational internet because of their vulnerabilities and parallel desire for protection and security. I schooled him on the capital being thrown towards these emerging markets. It seemed that our future endeavors were going to become intertwined.
I told him about my Side Hustles and how I’ve been investing in developing nations for some time. Besides swapping US paper for Japanese Yen, I went on to say that like our street hustling counterparts, my dealings are mostly in BRICs.
As a cautious friend and G, I could see the uneasy feeling rushing over him…
It took a minute before he realized I was referring to Brazil, Russia, India, and China… Not the traditional raw.
Now That’s Certified
To Health & Wealth
~ Grad
Lupe Fiasco – Paris, Tokyo
2Pac – If My Homie Calls
Down in Buenos Aires
Been down in Buenos Aires for a few, exploring the next chamber of The G Manifesto.
Eating bife de lomo and pizza, to be where I am at, you need a visa.
Got Portenas braiding my hair like I am Snoop Doggy Dogg.
More stories to follow…
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The International Playboy’s International Playboy
AKA Lo Mas Frio
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
(Want to see something in The G Manifesto? Send suggestions to thegmanifesto@yahoo.com)
Jay-Z, 30 Something
Julieta Venegas – Me voy
One of the Many Reasons South Beach is Dope
This is why I love South Beach:
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Recently, I went to Osteria Del Teatro in South Beach with a couple associates, as a launching pad. Cruised in, suited down; Prada Suit, Charcoal-Acai colored Prada shirt, murderous Gucci tie, Luger nina (and I don’t mean that fly South Beach hostess/ model I swooped on recently named Nina either) and Gucci loafers no socks. My pockets exploding like an Irish pipe bomb and green like photosynthesis. More shells than Frutti Di Mare. My associates were wearing…I think Corneliani suits.
So we rolled in, I was greeted like The Prince of G’s by the Maître’d (who really is a class act, and I am on a first name basis with most of the staff) and we slid into the best table in the house. Girls clocking me, because I have more Mack than Craig in the bed (and I don’t mean club B.E.D Miami, either) and Screwface the Dred. I ordered up a 10 year old Barolo and walked outside with my associates and my glass of wine to clack my Dunhill Lighter and smoke a jack.
My associates were talking about some crazy new-school shit, like using Google Earth to help plan heist moves and some standard old-school shit, like comparing the quality of Burmese Sapphires VS Sri Lankan Sapphires. Hardly listening to them, I noticed an older guy, probably on the north side of 70 years old sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette, drinking a glass of red. He was dressed pretty sharp; smooth sweater, plaid slacks and loafers no socks. The height of fashion for the Grandpa G set. There was something about this guy that I noticed right away. Game recognizes Game type situation. “Player Recognition” is what we call it in the industry.
I paid my respects right away and introduced myself. He said his name was “Donald” and gave me a pat on the back and said to me, “keep doing what you are doing young G, and don’t let the rival factions and Haters get you south” (well, he didn’t really say that exactly, but something to that effect). He got up, flicked his cigarette with swagger, really close to one of my associates and walked back in Osteria Del Teatro. Dope move. Style all the way.
As we re-entered the restaurant, I noticed that Donald was sitting by himself next to the window. I started really getting into the bottle of red as it was opening up. Real Inky.
Then, like a comet across the night sky in Cartagena, Colombia, the most beautiful girl I have seen on this stay in South Beach (and that is saying a lot) walks in to Osteria Del Teatro. Narciso Rodriguez dress, I think, Christian Louboutin shoes with the red bottoms, spinning a Dolce & Gabbana tote. This girl was so beautiful everyone in the place stopped. I think my heart even skipped a beat like a scratched Special Ed record. Guess who she sat down next to?
Michael Mason?
No, not me…Donald!
After she gave him a kiss on the lips, I gave up all hope that she was Donald’s grandflydaughter. My Game is butter, I got bread and rivals want to toast me. So, as a natural reaction, I thought for a split second of trying to peel Donald for his girl and front paging her, but I was then ashamed I even thought that.
The Impressions – I’m So Proud
Here was a old-school G, who probably chilled with Lansky at Wolfie’s, who has obviously been in the Game forever and deserves his respect from young International Playboys on the Rise like your humble author.
Scoreboard: Grandpa G- 1, Michael Mason- 0
Cam’ron – Your Girl
I raised my glass to Donald, took a huge glup of my Barolo and smiled to myself. In South Beach you can be a G into your 70’s!
Safe to say, I am not getting married anytime soon…
Sure, I am not naïve enough to think that money might have had something to do with it, but then again what doesn’t?
Charge it to The Game. You can keep the change, but I kept my receipt.
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The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Golden Pretty Boy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
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Jay Z – Can’t Knock The Hustle
