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South Beach: Lion of Lincoln Road

» 01 March 2012 » In Dope, Game, Girls, Guide, Nightlife, Travel » 18 Comments

South Beach: Lion of Lincoln Road

“If your trap is attractive enough, the turbulence of your enemies’ emotions and desires will blind them to reality.”Robert Greene, The 48 Laws of Power

“Fortune pays you sometimes for the intensity of her favors by the shortness of their duration. She soon tires of carrying any one long on her shoulders.” – Baltasar Gracián (Spanish Jesuit and baroque prose writer), 1601-1658

After straight up detonating Fort Lauderdale with my friend who runs a Hedge Fund for a few days, I get dropped off in Miami Beach.

I feel lethal, manic, on the verge of frenzy. I am foaming at the mouth. My nose is starting to bleed. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

I throw down my luggage in my apartment, hang my Custom Suits and I get the call:

This Super Fly Argentinian girl, who I met at Mint and haven’t swooped yet, wants me to meet her at her clothing store. She is getting off work soon. And she and her Brazilian girlfriend want to roll out with me. There are innuendos of a Ménage à trois. The evening has promise.

I jump in my steam shower for a dose of aqua-therapy. When I step out, a Custom Suit literally appears on my body. I shadow box for a bit. I am ready.

I step out and roll into the CVS on Lincoln Road to grab some chicle. I roll in the line to pay, and a Fly Blonde Russian girl on her cell phone looks at me and mouths “Hi” to me. How often does that happen when a girl is talking on the phone?

I pay for my gum and step outside and light up a grit. I am feeling invincible. I have been sparring a lot. It tends to do that to me.

The Fly Blonde Russian walks out and continues up Lincoln. I quicken the pace, and open: “Do you know which way Sushi Samba is?”, I ask her. (Of course, I know where it is, but it was the first thing that came into my mind.)

“Hi. I do. It is just up there.”, the Russian girl says pointing up Lincoln.

“Wait, my name is Michael Mason.” I say and give her a “two-kisses” greeting. I spit some Street Game and Number Crunch, as I am supposed to meet the Argentinian and Brazilian girls.

Game is on though.

I keep heading up Lincoln and get a text from the Argentinian:

“Are you coming?”

I jump up on the planters of Lincoln Road with Undefeated Gucci Loafers on and yell to no one in particular, “I am Young, I’m Handsome, I’m Fast, I’m Pretty and Can’t possibly be beat!”

Most people ignore me, but some tourists look at me strange. I have a fleeting thought and quickly dismiss them as from Red States.

I need to settle down though and light another smoke. I am checking my phone and smoking, when a Fly Cubana Girl rolls up on a bicicletta. (She is 21 years old.)

She asks me for a cigarette.

Looking down at my phone, I ignore her for a few beats (real artistic), and say, “Sure.” Hand her one. Then say, “You need a light?”

“Yeah”, she says. I bust out a sick reverse Zippo trick for style points.

We start talking. She is fly. Mad fly. No make up on. But then again, I have a thing for Fly Cubanas.

I start walking with her as she rides her bike. She is kind of hipstered out. But still, stunningly fly. You know the type. Since it is kind of awkward talking to her while she is riding her bike, I say, “Let’s have a seat over here”.

I start rapping out in Spanish and English mixed with her and she tells me she is breaking up with her boyfriend.

Perfect.

I am still supposed to meet the Argentinian and the Brazilian (and I get another text), but I want to hedge my bets like only a true International Playboy does. I tell her to go home and change clothes and meet me at Sushi Samba as I have to go to a “business meeting” right now. She is down. When we part (two kisses salutation) I tell her, “Remember, high-heels and a skirt.” She replies, “I know, you don’t have to tell me.” with a pretty girl’s smile. And I haven’t seen a smile that pretty in a while. My nervous system goes haywire for a split second. A drag of nicotine sparks my synapses and mellows me.

My mind is the enigma filled with broken pictures. The spiritual International Playboy can see clearer now.

I move up Lincoln and get another text from the Argentinian. I respond back, “Almost there”.

I finally get to the Argentinian and Brazilian. They are looking dope. But everything is off. I can’t get the young Cubana out of my mind.

I split as they are both being too difficult.

I roll into Sushi Samba and lock the place down as per usual. I met a cool Argentinian kid from Cordoba at the bar and we both start spitting mad Game at all the fly girls rolling by.

I shoot a text to the Cubana:

“Buisness meeting went perfect. Come meet me at Sushi Samba to celebrate”. (Smooth text).

She responds back right away, “Yaa! Getting out of the shower. See you there soon.”

It’s on. Got to like a girl that loves your success. And Glad I hedged my bets like Kyle Bass.

When she arrives, she is a vision of youthful beauty. She looks like a Cubana Pin-Up Model (which actually happens to be her job). We enter through the side door, as I have the doorman on lock. Her her vibe goes from romantic expectation to dreamy absorption to erotic playfulness quicker than a Salsa dance in Havana.

She has shed the hipster clothes and looks stunning in high heels like all Miami girls do.

We hit it off in dope style. She digs the young-dashing-handsome-mysterious-false grinning-soft spoken-with a wild side-well dressed-millionaire-smuggler type vibe that I give off. Like all Miami girls do.

She knows the DJ and tells him to play this track, which just came out at the time:

She dances by herself for me as every guy in Sushi Samba is checking her out. I stand at the bar, smoking a grit, Custom Suited Down; the envy of every guy in Sushi Samba.

She can really dance.

We get a few more drinks and split. She gives a little resistance, but I come with the “Above is the black poison clouds, You only got one life so enjoy it now” type illmatic Futuristic Game that even top players will finally catch on to in 5-10 years. So I’m not really sweating it.

On my exit, I shake a bunch of hands; guys giving me props, and people I know.

Am I Apostle or Beast? Either way, I am Colossal on Streets.

We get to my apartment. The key goes in the door and

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Mini-Retirements and Mini-Relationships

» 20 February 2011 » In G Manifesto, Game, Girls, Guide, Travel » 5 Comments

Mini-Retirements and Mini-Relationships

Bogotá, Colombia –

Tim Ferriss introduced the concept of Mini-Retirements in his New York Times Bestseller The 4-Hour Workweek, Expanded and Updated: Expanded and Updated, With Over 100 New Pages of Cutting-Edge Content.

For those that haven’t read the book yet, a Mini-Retirement is essentially:

• A sabbatical is a one-time event. Mini-retirements are meant to recur throughout a lifetime.
• A vacation is short, and often involves a tourist lifestyle with little immersion in a new way of life. A mini-retirement is long (one to six months), and allows one to fully participate in his new environment.

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Over here at The G Manifesto, I have been working on a new concept for The International Playboy set: The Mini-Relationship

A Mini-Relationship is essentially:

• A marriage is a one-time event. Mini-Relationships are meant to recur over and over again throughout a lifetime.
• A traditional relationship is long, and often involves a lot of pain, suffering and is all around weesh. A Mini-Relationship is short (one week to one month), and allows one to fully immerse himself in the dopest aspects of the relationship without the downside.

Historically speaking, I have usually hit up a new city and gone on a rampage, swooping mass amounts of fly girls.

Lately, however, I have been meeting such a high-quality of girl that it has been worth having Mini-Relationships with them.

This has allowed me to work on my Language Skills, and really immerse myself in the cultures of the countries I have been visiting. Mini-Relationships have also allowed me to enjoy the pleasure of having fly girls cook up excellent examples of the comida of their home countries. G’s have to eat after all.

And there is no downside to Mini-Relationships. Since they are short, the grinding, mundane aspects of traditional relationships never set in like a storm cloud over a dope tropical beach con olas perfectas.

Give Mini-Relationships a shot (so to speak).

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In horse racing news:

Rachel Alexandra bred to Curlin

Jackson bred Horse of the Year Rachel Alexandra to two-time Horse of the Year and stablemate Curlin on Monday, creating the potential for the “super horse” Jackson believes could help revitalize the industry.

The two horses met in a breeding shed at Lane’s End Farm, near Versailles, Ky., on Monday. While the results won’t be known for some time, Jackson has planned on getting two of racing’s biggest names together since he purchased Rachel Alexandra days after her record-setting run in the 2009 Kentucky Oaks.

“We have been anticipating this introduction for some time now,” Jackson said. “Imagine what possibilities those two super horses might produce.”

“Rachel Alexandra and Curlin are true champions,” she said. “Both horses embody that intangible equine ideal that separate mere horse from legend. Both Jess and I are so pleased that these powerful bloodlines will pass to future generations.”

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AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
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The Future of Nightlife Game?

» 14 April 2010 » In Game, Girls, Guide, Nightlife, People » 3 Comments

The Future of Nightlife Game?

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Admittedly so, my Tech Game is pretty faulty, but I watched this video a while back of Kevin Rose of Digg.com talking about the location based applications of Gowalla and Foursquare.

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.)

Still, it is easy to see the value proposition.

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AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
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http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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