Recently, I was at a Charity Gig during the Summer Blitz and separated a fly Mexican Girl dip with pretty lips and hips from her amigas as we were walking to the next venue. I popped my head into this dope lounge bar that I have on lockdown and saw one of my friends spinning that ill old-school soul and hip-hop sh*t on vinyl and suggested we stop by for a drink.
This move was two-fold: 1) We could hear some dope beats and enjoy some pro-bono cocktails and 2) I knew that the lounge had no cell phone service so when the friends of the fly Mexican girls were calling, they were going straight to voicemail.
This in turn, bought me a lot of time to spit Game and Swoop. Smooth.
Another benefit of knowing “no cell phone service” places is when you take a young American “text bonkers girl” to a restaurant, you can actually enjoy your Vino and apps (and I don’t mean Iphone apps either) in peace without the girls constantly Facebooking, Tweeting, BBMing or Texting.
“Money, horse racing and women, three things the boys just can’t figure out.” – Will Rodgers
Today is Opening Day at The Del Mar Racetrack. In fact, the countdown reads 0 days 3:01:13 till first post.
Here is Garrett Gomez breaking down the similarities and distinctions between The Saratoga Race Course and The Del Mar Racetrack:
“People ask me to talk about the similarities and distinctions between the two, and that’s not an easy task. All I can say is, they’re a whole lot alike, but a whole lot different.
First of all, I have a pretty good history at Del Mar. I won the Pacific Classic there four times — once with Go Between, once with Borrego, and twice with Skimming — and last year I won the Del Mar Futurity with Lookin At Lucky on the way to his 2-year-old Eclipse Award. But I’ve also been fortunate enough to ride some nice horses at Saratoga in recent years, like Colonel John in the Travers, Majestic Warrior and Circular Quay in editions of the Hopeful, and Wait a While and My Typhoon in the Ballston Spa.
Del Mar is beautiful. When you sit in the grandstand and look to your left, you’re looking at the ocean. It’s probably a quarter-mile away, maybe a little bit more, there’s no humidity and that ocean breeze tends to kick up while you’re looking out over the infield. It’s awesome. Opening day is a big extravaganza and last year they had record crowds. They really make it an event. People dress up and they have a hat contest and all kinds of stuff. But for the regular race days it’s a very relaxed atmosphere. It’s more like babes in their bikinis and guys wearing Hawaiian shirts. The trainers come in wearing shorts and deck shoes and everybody’s very laid back.
Saratoga is beautiful too, but it’s more of a county fair atmosphere. The attitude of the horsemen is a little more intense and they’ve been there longer before the meet starts, because it’s a great training facility and the tracks open earlier in the season. Del Mar, up to like the week before the meet opens, you can hardly get on the grounds.”
Do I have any picks for Opening Day? No. The favorites notoriously win on Opening Day which can make for some rough Money Making. If you really want to make money on Opening Day, you have to get your old-school hustle on. All I really root for on Opening Day is no deaths.
But I do predict that the place will be flooded with “Hipster Fedora” mania. Which happens to be the worst style move so far this decade.
Looking forward to the next six weeks when all is right in Southern California.
Economic side note:
It will be interesting to see if last year’s record attendance of 44,907 will be matched or broken.
Make sure you check out The G Manifesto’s Del Mar Racetrack Resources:
I have said it before and I will say it again; I have forgotten more dope moves than most top ranked International Playboys will ever learn.
Here is a dope move, with plenty of style and dash, that I recently remembered, when a couple of cats recently asked me the best way to swoop Gentleman’s Club Waitresses. As we all know, at certain Gentleman’s Clubs, the waitresses can be the flyest girls in The Gentleman’s Club.
This move is best performed on a “slow” night and kind of early.
Proceed to kick up your handmade loafers at the bar, get a couple high-end Vodka Sodas, ignore the girls dancing, Number Crunch, and make some small talk with the other waitresses (not the target), Exotic Dancers, Bouncers, and the Bartender. Who knows, maybe buy some Beeks or Beans; just make sure you Lock the place down.
The above is all “the set up”; now for the move:
Very important: you have up until this time, completely ignored the Gentleman’s Club Waitress you want to swoop.
Make sure, as you are making your exit, that you “time” it perfectly so you will pass the Gentleman’s Club Waitress you want to swoop. This will make the move appear more organic and “free-range”.
Now, walk by the Gentleman’s Club Waitress you want to swoop, and toss a $50 bill on to her tray, flash your dental work and say, “Take Care”. (A $20 should be good enough in a Down Economy).
Hold it a beat, as she is completely thrown off and has no idea what to say, and then walk out without saying another word.
Roll back into the Gentleman’s Club a few days later, take a seat at the bar and wait a few.
Pretty soon, the Gentleman’s Club Waitress you want to swoop will come up to you smiling and laughing and say, “Hi, my name is Robin, what’s yours?”
Then pull out the sickle, the pick and the shovel and Game Up.
Side Note II:
I have never done this move on a “Civilian” waitress, although I believe it could work. Especially in “cash heavy” cities like Las Vegas or Miami Beach.
Fun Side note:
I have pulled this move off more than a few times. The last girl I did it to, who was really ill, actually got fired from her gig for choking out one of the bouncers on a dare. I think she was taking some self-defense/ju-jitsu classes or something.
Even so, I went 12-0 with 12 KO’s VS her in the bedroom.
Recently on Roosh’s Forum these questions were posed. Here is the Data Sheet:
Favorite Daytime Bars/Spots to chill: Under 6000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets with a fly girl or girls. Piero Selvaggio’s Valentino’s in the Venetian. Joe’s Stone Crab in Caesars. Mario Batali’s Carnevino in The Palazzo. Emeril Lagasse’s Delmonico Steakhouse in The Venetian for a heavy lunch time, recovery-style lunch.
Favorite Restaurant with a bar for dinner: Thomas Keller’s Bouchon in The Venetian is numero uno and the most multi-purpose: Dolo dining, getting ready for the night with a running partner, con crew, or with a fly girl. I have done them all numerous times and Bouchon never disappoints. Followed by Alessandro Stratta’s Alex in Wynn (full go-off only). Paul Bartolotta’s Bartolotta in Wynn (great bar for some seafood apps and cocktail, solo, with running partner or biz meetings). Daniel Boulud’s Daniel Boulud (full meal or drinks and food at the bar Dolo).
Other restaurants of note: AquaKnox in Venetian (Oysters and Cocktail with running partner to warm up and get your stories straight for the evening), Mix in The Hotel (Dinner with fly girl). SW Steakhouse in Wynn (for big biz deals).
Favorite Buffet: Never been.
Favorite Casino with a pool: Don’t do the pool thing. Either I am asleep, or making moves.
Favorite Casino for gambling: Wynn, The Venetian.
Favorite Casino for staying: Wynn, The Venetian or The Hotel in Mandalay Bay.
Favorite Strip club: Spearmint Rhino is really all you need to know, although Sapphire, Treasures, Club Paradise, and Rick’s all have their merits (I might be missing a few here). And by “merits” I mean fly girls to swoop. Hell, I even had a Magical Night in Little Darlings once. But that was a different era. Scores was pretty legit but closed.
Any other spots to meet ladies: Not sure about “ladies” but for fly girls, Forum Shops at Caesars Palace during the day. Or catching girls on the fly on the casino floor. Ocular bar in the Venetian. Parasol Down in Wynn.
Best places to meet Exotic Dancers after work: The Peppermill for grinds. Some other grind spot that I always forget the name of even though I have been there at least 40 times with Exotic Dancers. Parasol Up in Wynn. Ocular bar in Venetian.
“Why, a visiting bishop asked Antoni Gaudí, did he trouble himself so much about the tops of the towers of The Sagrada Familia? After all, no one would ever see them. ‘Your Grace,’ Antoni Gaudí said, ‘the angels will see them.’ – Homage to Barcelona
This is a real valuable Data Sheet as this information is very hard to find on the internet, and almost everyone (one person came up aces) I asked prior to coming to Barcelona came up deuces.
This list is by no means definitive or exhaustive. Nor am I claiming. These are just some spots I was able to figure out that have mad fly girls; if you can get in.
Hotel Omm – great spot for a smooth cocktail to get your bearings straight. This was where I got stepped to by The Barcelona Nightlife Princess that was invaluable and introduced me to the fashion crowd, model dividends.
Solo Restaurant and Lounge – good on Friday nights and Saturday nights. 80% of the girls in here will be pretty fly. Near Hotel Omm. Closes at 3pm I think, but if you got juice, you can stay later. I had it.
Oshum – pretty sick club that stays open way late. Good on Fridays for sure. Scallywag behavior is possible here. Fly girls as well.
Broadbar – Want to see Spanish people dance salsa to hip-hop? Neither do I, but this place is pretty sick on Wed night. Tried to pull and “Inverse” Vicky Cristina on two fly 21 year old Catalan girls here, to no avail. But still ended up swooping one of them two nights later. Real solid spot, closes at 3pm.
Bikini – Crazy club open super late, good on Wed night. Probably other nights as well.
Sutton Club – Thursday night spot. Mad fly girls.
Hyde – Pretty wack, but being Barcelona, there are still fly girls there.
Dry Martini – ill spot for stiff cocktail before attacking Carrer d’Aribau area. Suited Down is a must when you bust.
Other spots to consider:
Nick Havana Apolo Tiffanys Ribelinos Seven Crowns (afterhours?) Luz de Gas Otto Zutz – haven’t been this time, but I used to chop up this spot as a 20 year old proto-type G. One of my old-school favorites.
As far as the Port Olimpic spots like CDLC, Shoko and Opium, I haven’t stepped. I am sure they are not too bad, but the Data Sheets I got was they are pretty touristy and International.
When I go to a place, I like to swoop the local girls. More difficult. And More Style Points.
Also, I heard The W Hotel is dope there, but I don’t do W Hotels.
Again, this list is by no means everything. I should know, I am keeping a few dope spots to myself for now. If you look hard enough, have some moves and understand the rhythms of the night, you will find them too.
Bona sort!
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
First night in town, no team around, Going for Dolo and begin my night at the Hotel Omm Barcelona lobby bar. Custom Suited Down, of course, I roll up, order a vino tinto and strike up a conversation with the smoothest cat in the spot. Or at least he was until I walked in.
I hit up “Oscar” for some Barcelona data sheets as I haven’t been to this city in a while. Oscar seems to be the resident playboy and he gives me some hot local tips, none of that Port Olimpic tourist stuff. I am out for fly Catalan girls.
Oscar gets called to the other bar by some cat he knows or the chef or something. So I just play the high post, and kick up my Gucci Loafers, International Playboy style. Within minutes, a striking blonde Catalan girl slides in beside me and orders a Cava. Her beauty actually gets me off balance and I hesitate; she looks like a young Michelle Pfeiffer in Scarface, exuding class in a full length dress, dripping diamonds, flapper hair and all; which works out well, since I look not unlike a young Manolo. I even briefly think of “blowing out” my collar, but decide against. Thankfully, “Elena” rescues me and starts talking and we begin exchanging lyrical jabs in a “feeling out” round. This girl is beautiful; she could easily make my top 500 most fly girls I have swooped list.
Of course, Oscar returns when he sees me talking to the flyest girl in the spot and starts in with some high energy Game. This is not an uncommon situation; rolling Dolo, striking up a convo with a local G and having girls immediately step to you. It is however a tricky situation, a new ally can quickly turn into a new rival.
I have to hand it to Oscar, as his high energy Game, local knowledge and talking about how everything was “increíble” and “maravilloso” threatened to knock me out the box, and metaphorically, caught me with a looping shot.
I was now put in a tricky situation, I could have countered his high energy Game with high energy Game of my own, but I thought that could be a race to the bottom.
So I switched up speeds like Bruce Lee and took my Game down multiple notches, played aloof and effectively “shoulder rolled” Oscars Game. This made him appear a little spazzy and over-anxious. I also stayed in the convo and landed clean effective lyrical “punches” and even spit some Game in Catalan in addition to the Castelllano. For style points, of course.
Oscar wasn’t going to give up easy, and I can hardly blame him, this girl was beautiful and for all I know, I was encroaching on his Base of Operations. He had no interest in going out before to a nightclub, but when Elena, the Nightlife Princess, suggested going to the nightclub Solo, all of a sudden he was all in.
I did notice two weak points in Oscar’s Game: one, he did not smoke and had a slight cough, which told me he wasn’t 100%. And two, he said earlier he had to go to work the next day, so I knew if I could get him into deep water, I could drown him.
We all three skip the line at Solo straight to VIP. Although such things rarely hold my affection like when I was a younger G, however, rolling with a top tier Nightlife Princess, does have its privileges.
After an hour or so, Oscar, like I had anticipated, bowed out. However, Elena being a Night Princess, was constantly stepped to by cats she knew. I just stayed in the cut and used Nightlife Generalship (which is similar to Ring Generalship, only in a nightclub), to defeat all comers. Displayed some Salsa Game as well.
Solo closed, rolled to Oshum, things got a little Beeky and it had to be at least 7am. Endurance has always been one of my strong suits.
I go for the finish, “Quieres ver mi apartamento cerca de Passeig de Gracia?”
Gowalla and Foursquare, I am gathering are I-Phone type apps that bring all kinds of business value. But we are not concerned about that. We are concerned with how they apply to Swooping Fly Girls.
If you don’t want to watch the whole video, start watching at 3:45.
Basically these things can tell you who is in a Bar, Gentleman’s Club, Restaurant or Nightclub before you arrive.
So far, it really only seems like people in the Bay Area and NYC are using this, but it could be a huge future game changer in regards to swooping if you can tell how many girls and which girls are in a spot before going.
Will I ever use this?
No. These days I am actually getting less tech, than more tech. Too Big Brother for me. And I am way too old-school. (Although it could be used for creating a iron-clad alibi, and I don’t mean that Exotic Dancer from the Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas named “Alibi” either. Real name Cindy.)
Here is another great move for the upwardly mobile International Playboy on the rise:
It’s no secret that learning phrases in foreign languages greatly ups your chances for swooping fly International girls. For instance, I know how to say, “How about you and your girlfriend come to my crib, drink some champagne and take a bubble bath with me” in like 15 different languages.
However, to really get some traction, you are going to need to learn some fluency. The best way to do this? Get a private tutor.
Being that I like to get the most Bang for my Buck (and I don’t mean Roosh’s book Bang either, or maybe I do) I have been going with Spanish tutors.
This is also a great way to spend your time in America between International Strikes. (Side note: I am extremely bearish on American Nightlife and American Girls these days. And I am extremely bullish on International Nightlife and International Girls.)
Obviously, I don’t have to tell you that your private tutor should be female, young and fly.
Once you get her lined up for lessons, play it like you would meet any other fly girl: Go Suited Down, meet at a dope restaurant, drink wine, and spark up grits.
I have found that the best way to do this is to stay real professional during the lesson, peel off whatever she is charging you for the hour off a huge Bankroll (statement making move) and invite her afterwards for drinks. If you have Telenovela good looks like your humble author, she should respond affirmatively. From there, The Rest is up To You.
The best part about this move is:
1. You can swoop your tutor
2. You are learning a language to help you swoop more girls
3. You can smoke and drink while doing it
4. It’s a great “launch pad” for your night
A Classic “Win-Win-Win-Win” scenario.
This has been so effective for me that I have considered getting tutors in Italian, French, Portuguese, Mandarin, Catalan, Fukienese and Croatian.
Hell, I have even thought about getting an English tutor and going with that fake foreigner steez.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
Here is a new move from the most recent Chambers of The G Manifesto:
First things first, take some lessons and get your Salsa Game up to Par. The beauty of The Salsa Swoop Move is you don’t have to get great at Salsa, you just need to be better than a typical gringo, which isn’t saying much.
Now it doesn’t matter if in is Cali, Cartagena, Barcelona, Miami Beach, Medellin, Republica Dominicana , San Juan or Bayamon, just roll in the salsa spot like the Don Juan behind the Don.
Approach a fly girl or group of fly girls like you normally would rolling Dolo, like Tony without Manolo.
Being an American, sooner or later, the conversation will come around and she will ask you “What kind of music do you like?”
Always respond, “Música Latina, Salsa”.
She will then inevitably ask you if you dance Salsa.
Say, “No, I never have, but I think I can pick it up pretty quick, can you show me?”
She will always say “Of course”.
The trap is now set.
Once you start dancing, you “pick it up pretty quick” and start busting some ill Salsa. Any mistakes only give more authenticity to the move of just “learning it on the spot”.
Once she sees your Salsa Game, she will be amazed, her eyes will dilate, and falling for you, she will have an “A-ha” moment of sorts.
From here, it’s your Game to lose, Oh my Brothers.
