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Why I love a Down Economy?

The G Manifesto » 19 November 2008 » In Crime, Dope, Game, Girls, Luxury, Nightlife, Style, Travel, money » 3 Comments

Why I love a Down Economy?

All you hear these days is Regular Guy whining about having no Dough in the Down Economy. More negative energy floating around than at Biggie’s funeral. But everything is going to be alright this morning.

As you know by now, The G is a breed apart. We got our Mojo working. G’s are kneading more Dough than Wolfgang Puck at Spago’s in the 80’s.

Sure G’s like to diss things that need dissing: Bottle Service, Mortgage Brokers, Restaurants serving crappy Dungeness crab cakes, Police, Guys wearing Glittery Christian Audiger shirts, white girls who can’t dance and favor flip-flops over high heels etc. But generally speaking we like to keep positive vibrations.

The Up Economy was cool (actually it has been stylistically, culturally and intellectually the worst decade yet, but that is neither Marinella ties nor Colombian Pies. I will address in a future Manifesto), but the Down Economy is even better:

Girls coming out the Woodwork

I am sure everyone has noticed this. Ever since the Down Economy has been in full effect, girls have been coming back like Bernard “The Executioner” Hopkins. At least twice a day, I get little girls lost re-contacting me with calls and texts. It has gotten to be so sublime and ridiculous that I am actually kicking around the idea of out-sourcing to India a secretary to field all my incoming calls and texts a la The Four Hour Work Week by Tim Ferriss. I think the reason for this goes something like this:

Honey dip settled for some striped shirted fool in the wack BMW whip during the Up Economy. Now “Guy” is out of work, out of dough and can barely afford his sparkly Ed Hardy shirts and queer ripped jeans, let alone a night out on the town or his condo mortgage payment. Now girl remembers you as the brutally handsome, sharply dressed G who was LA, next week MIA, the week after BA. Little does she know, as far as giving up green, “I ain’t the one”. But, I will get Brain like a “know it all”.

Heists

“Note Jobs” are up at Banks. So are “Smash and Grabs”. This only makes it easier for high-end Heistmen like your humble author to ply his trade, as police resources are being used up. Drug dealers are making more money these days, too. Independent dealers are on the rise. All the better to Standover, Oh my Brothers. If you want some pretty polly…you take it.

Public Opinion Improved

Girls are so desperate these days, you can actually, finally, tell the truth about what you do for a living. Just the other night, as an unofficial case study, I told a fly Platinum Digger with light Grey Eyes and lies, when she asked me what I did for a living I said, “I rob Drug Dealers.” The Platinum Digger actually responded, “Wow. That seems like a good job… must pretty recession proof”. In 2005 she would have been running away like Usain Bolt, had I been honest.

Wearing Flash Suits

Suits have more punch these days than Andre Berto. Everyone, and I mean everyone loves the well dressed, International Playboy/Heistman/Peoples Champ in these grim economic times.

Bring terror, like C4, and boom step in the room with a Custom one button Saville Row suit with Claret red interior, Borelli shirt, Brioni Pocket Square, Berluti shoes, and lighting a cigarette with a Dunhill lighter and you will have girls locking jaws on you like one of Michael Vick’s prized pitbulls. It’s mad Scary. Like Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart”, lyrical poisonous darts or macroeconomic charts.

And with Great Britian’s Drop in currency value since a year ago at 23%, it’s about time to pick up some new Saville Row suits. Trust me, they will pay for themselves.

CASH

Having a huge Bankroll these days is more rare than the seared Ahi at Masa in NYC. So it goes without saying, that having a huge Bankroll is going to drive girls wilder than an opium dusted, bi-polar-crack head drinking Cisco waving around a malfunctioning deuce-deuce. Mascara is melting off China Dolls when you flash rolls. And I am not talking about Beans either.

Music

It hasn’t happened yet, but with tough economic times comes better music. Hip Hop has had an atrocious decade, but with DC’s own Wale and some other dope new school non-hip hop shit, I think we are going to see a turn around. Like Immortal Technique says “The bling-bling era was cute but it’s about to be done, I leave you full of clips like the moon blocking the sun”.

Wale Feat Duffy - Warwick Avenue

Money Making

Making money is actually easier in many ways in a Down Economy. Less clowns all up in the Game. Less talkers. More takers. (See The Top Ten Ways to Make Money in a Down Economy). Just don’t forget to give back to the less fortunate.

Smoking

With less liquid CASH around (and I don’t mean Chris Paciello’s 90’s Miami Beach Nightclub Liquid that I used to hold court at as a young Proto-type G either) girls have less money and get more fiendy for cigarettes. Which means you will have more little girls “setting out that line” at the witching hour every night. Which means you have more chances to throw Voodoo on Fly Girls. And you know I got the Black Cat Bone, mojo bag, the John The Conqueroo and I am going to mess with you. Mean Mannish Boy. Hoochie Coochie Man and all that.

Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy (1971)

Also, in the Down Economy, restaurateurs have less say on whether or not you can smoke jacks in their spots. What are they going to do? Tell you that you can’t smoke when you are their best customer? Light up. And feel the elegant nicotine high. Fly pelican fly.

Rivals

I would love to say I don’t feel pleasure in others failure. But to be honest, I do. I love to ash on my rivals mangled and bloodied bodies decaying in a 5 foot deep lime pit. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Travel

Traveling is so much easier these days. Way shorter security lines. Sick Hotels, in sick trouble, are offering rooms at prices akin to a mean streets Ghetto flop house. Even Las Vegas can be done on the cheap. Wynn Las Vegas was offering rooms for $169 on a Friday recently. I felt like I was pulling a Heist. (I don’t have to tell you I got my Encore Tower Suite Deluxe King comped. Over 2,200 square feet of Luxury, in case you didn’t know.)

And with the Australian Dollar down 28% this year, it’s time again to Swoop Girls and Influence People.

Restaurants

Getting your favorite table at a restaurant is even easier than swooping a slip-sliding Nightlife Princesses in a Down Economy. Restaurateurs even pro-bono you more. Plus, you don’t have as many Red State tourist yokels leaning over your shoulder asking, “Whaat is thaat your eatin’?” when you are trying to relax and enjoy some Foie Gras and a glass of Red.

More Foreign Girls

The Down Economy has made more Euro girls come to America (we will see if it holds up), so you can swoop way more of them without leaving the USA. They may call you a Lothario, a seductor, a séducteur or a freak but the fact remains I swoop a different fly girl every day of the week.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The 7th Prince
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

N.W.A - I ain’t the one

Muddy Waters - Hoochie Coochie Man (1971)

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Gentleman’s Club Classic: Lil Wayne ft Bobby Valentino Mrs Officer/Comfortable

The G Manifesto » 14 November 2008 » In Game, Gentleman's Club, Girls, Nightlife » 1 Comment

Gentleman’s Club Classic: Lil Wayne ft Bobby Valentino Mrs Officer/comfortable

(Click Here for How to Pick up Exotic Dancers)

This track has all the potential to be a Gentleman’s Club Classic:

Lil Wayne ft Bobby Valentino Mrs Officer/comfortable

Or a least it seemed like that Wednesday night.

Is it just me, or are Exotic Dancers easier to swoop in a Down Economy?

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Los Angeles (55 Seconds)

The G Manifesto » 12 November 2008 » In Crime, Girls, Nightlife, Travel » 2 Comments

Los Angeles (55 Seconds)

This video reminds me of my last trip to LA:

Los Angeles (55 Seconds)

Only my trip had more fly girls involved.

And a Heist.

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And “55 seconds” was about the amount of time I was sober.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Down Economy: Bar Poaching

The G Manifesto » 11 November 2008 » In Crime, Nightlife, Style » No Comments

Down Economy: Bar Poaching

Its no secret that I am not a fan of credit cards. I prefer CASH.

With the Down Economy, younger G’s I know have been telling me about a phenomenon that has been gathering speed: Bar Poaching.

Yet another reason not to use credit cards

Bar Poaching is when someone at the bar overhears the name on your tab and continues to order drinks on your tab.

And at the end of the night when you go to pay, you get racked. Unless of course, you are using a fake credit card, which is acceptable.

You have been warned.

Just hope people the poachers don’t hit you for Bottle Service, credit card guy.

CASH has way more style points anyway.

Side Note:

I don’t Bar Poach. I can afford drinks. Furthermore, I get pro-bono’d almost everywhere anyways.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Chris Paciello Back in Action in Los Angeles

The G Manifesto » 06 November 2008 » In Nightlife, People, Travel » No Comments

Chris Paciello Back in Action in Los Angeles

Chris Paciello spent seven years in jail for his role in a heist gone awry, ending his run as one of South Beach’s biggest nightlife forces. Today, two years removed from his release from prison, he is enjoying his new life as an L.A. restaurateur.

The pivotal moment in Chris’ criminal career occurred on February 18th, 1993. He was 21 years old and drove the car containing members of the Crew to Staten Island after they had heard rumors about a cash-filled safe hidden in the Shemtov residence. “The worst thing I did was get into that car and take a ride to go rob that house,” Paciello says with remorse. “It was so routine for me to do these crimes that it never crossed my mind that something like that could happen. When I heard that gunshot, I knew my life was over. I couldn’t even fathom what happened. I never hurt anyone for money. Yeah, I fought with people. I’m the type of guy who will knock you down and then feel bad and help you up. I would rob these banks and no one was getting hurt. After that, I knew we were at a different level. It was a different ball game. I had to get out of New York. I had about $400,000 to my name from illegal activities. I was very unhappy with life at that point. I knew I was either going to end up dead or in jail for the rest of my life.” Except for his lawyer, he never told anyone the events of that day.

South Beach Stories
In September 1994, Paciello relocated to Miami Beach with his life savings and a desire to open a nightclub. With one foot in the past (he brought along a drug-dealing, club-experienced partner named “Lord Michael” Caruso) and one in the future (he swore off delinquency), Chris tackled the world of nightlife with his typical bravado. “I felt a New York-style nightclub would work in Miami,” he says. “I don’t know if it was vision, brains, balls or just plain stupidity, but I did it. I figured out how to use my drive and motivation to become successful doing legal stuff.” Risk opened in November 1994 in the former Mickey’s space (actor Mickey Rourke’s failed nightclub) on Washington Avenue. While it wasn’t the Second Coming of nightlife, Risk was known for its progressive music and anything-goes atmosphere. “Risk wasn’t clicking at first,” Chris continues. “It was successful. I was making money, but not a lot of money. There was a famous party at that space called Fat Black Pussycat. I brought it back. It was a legendary night. It kept Risk going and introduced me to all the locals.”

Going Hollywood
Chris was released on September 8th, 2006. He has the date tattooed on his right wrist. “I was shell-shocked for about a week or two,” he acknowledges. “In jail, everything is so controlled and provided for you. And then all of a sudden you have these choices and responsibilities. I was messed up. I didn’t think I would be, but I was. I wanted to remember the small things that are so important. Like walking into a shower without having shower shoes on. Eating with metal utensils, not plastic. Opening the refrigerator when you want a drink of water. The little things that you can’t do in jail. Jail is humiliating and demeaning. Most of the people, including myself, deserved to be there at that time. I try not to be bitter. I have no right. I hurt people and I deserved to be there. Right now, I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

While people assumed Paciello would return to Miami Beach or New York, he chose Los Angeles for a fresh start. For the first year he readjusted to civilian life and took stock of his situation. As for worrying about his safety, Chris downplays any threats from the Mafia. “I’m not bragging that nobody could touch me,” he says. “I could walk outside and get hit by a car. But I lived my life way worse in New York looking over my shoulder, carrying guns and robbing drug dealers. Those things could have gotten me killed a lot quicker than me changing my life and becoming a citizen. I’ve heard that I had reconstructive surgery. I own a club in Israel. I live in Brazil. I’ve heard it all. I’m here. You see me. I look the same. I’m out all the time. If someone feels they want to come after me and get revenge, then that’s going to happen. I don’t live my life in fear.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Steve Lewis on Bottle Service in NYC

The G Manifesto » 28 September 2008 » In Nightlife, People » No Comments

Steve Lewis on Bottle Service in NYC

There is a lot of talk on Bottle Service these days. Here is an interesting take by nightlife legend Steve Lewis:

The consensus is that Tenjune and clubs which cater to the Wall Street crowd will be most affected and that the highest end joints like 1 Oak and Rosebar will not see a difference.

I believe Tenjune, Marquee and those “types” of joints will do just fine because of brainpower at the top. These guys will adjust, buckle down, trim fat, and find a way. The theory that bad news will drive them to drink has always rang true. Look for clubs heavily dependent on corporate revenue streams to be hardest hit, but even those will survive. It may be more weddings for the Capitale, Espace kind of spaces, and those might be less extravagant, but the sharp pencils at those places will erase some costs and come out ahead. Those in trouble are the marginal places run by fairly inexperienced operators who came in on the big wave of the model/bottle era and will surely crash into the beach. I expect vacancies with properties flipping into other hands. It may be a great opportunity for a reemergence of the fun fun fun dive clubs of the 80’s. Landlords unable to develop properties may again welcome club runners to maintain a revenue stream until people can actually afford to buy condos again, or there are lending institutions that will actually finance them again.

It may be a great opportunity for a reemergence of the fun fun fun dive clubs of the 80’s.

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Hell, I would be happy with just the fun fun clubs of the 90’s.

Blood is in the water on Bottle Service. And its a good thing.

Read Good Night Mr. Lewis Here.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Bella Rose Nightclub South Beach, Miami

The G Manifesto » 22 September 2008 » In Dope, Nightlife, Travel » 2 Comments

Bella Rose South Beach, Miami

My friend “Hugo” AKA The Viper just told me about a new spot in Miami Beach called Bella Rose. (I typically don’t go to South Beach until winter).

Hugo told me that the spot was dope and he was peeling girls like bananas at a jungle hideout in Panama. Seems like this place is a return to South Beach before the corporatization.

Bella Rose is the brainchild of Cocaine Cowboys and Cocaine Cowboys 2 - Hustlin’ With The Godmother producers Alfred Spellman and Billy Corben, along with third partner Keith Paciello who is of course, brother of Chris Paciello. (Cocaine Cowboys was The G Manifesto’s Movie of the Year for 2007)

The good part, is Alfred Spellman disses Bottle Service:

“I think Bottle Service has pretty much destroyed night life but, luckily, I think the pendulum is finally swinging away from the models-and-bottles era that’s basically dominated night life since the turn of the century,” Spellman, said. “It creates a one-dimensional atmosphere and we want diversity.”

http://www.rakontur.com

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The Rest is Up To You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Game Doctor Spock
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

DJ SELF BORN SPINNING @ BELLA ROSE ON SOUTH BEACH

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Bottle Service Update: Half-bottle service in Las Vegas

The G Manifesto » 17 September 2008 » In G Manifesto, Luxury, Nightlife » 5 Comments

Bottle Service Update: Half-bottle service in Las Vegas

One of my droogs just sent me an article about Bottle Service in Las Vegas.

New York-New York Hotel & Casino’s new nightclub — ROK Vegas — will offer half-bottle service when it opens to the public Labor Day Weekend. It’s billed as a Vegas first. Half bottles start at $175, plus tax and gratuity.

The idea is to “enhance the VIP experience by offering guests more choices for their tables,” according to press materials, plus give nightlife lovers a more budget-friendly club option.

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To me, this is hilarious; a budget conscious option for Nightclubs. I predicted the demise of Bottle Service and “Bottle Service Guy” here: Bottle Service: America’s Nightlife Nightmare and here: Outlook for 2008. So long, Goodbye.

What’s next? Selling bottles by the quarter bottle?

How about just selling it by the drink?

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

So long, Goodbye. - Joe Budden

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How to Save Money in a Down Economy

The G Manifesto » 16 September 2008 » In Boxing, Game, Nightlife, Style, money » 2 Comments

How to Save Money in a Down Economy

With the Market getting pummeled like Tommy “The Hit Man” Hearns in the third round with Marvelous Marvin Hagler I have been getting tons of emails about how to save Money in a Down Economy.

Here is a great tip:

If you are anything like me, you will have fly girls that you swooped out of Nightclubs, Gentleman’s Clubs, off the street, and from bars at your crib, five nights a week, kicking off their heels and enjoying a few drinks.

The drink of choice, typically, is to make up a Grey Goose (or some other clean vodka) and Soda for yourself and something vodka related for the fly girl. Or pop a bottle of Champagne. But we all know, top shelf liquors and French Champagne can eat into your Bankroll, especially in a Down Economy.

So for a Down Economy Hedge, save your empty Ketel and Goose bottles and funnel in some low grade vodka. Also, go down to the little Italian Market down the street and pick up some low cost Italian Proseccos or Spanish Cavas. Show me a girl who can tell the difference, and I will show you someone with a more stylish Jab than a young Muhammad Ali. (Even Sophistos can’t really tell the difference, and I have done the unofficial case studies to prove it.)

Just make sure you “mark” the real bottles of liquor for yourself. You don’t want to drink the cheap stuff, it will make you look older.

What do I do?

I don’t sweat it too much. I can afford top shelf spirits. (Pulling Heists is pretty much recession proof).

Although, I will pull this “hustle” sometimes especially on snotty, snobby Bottle Service club girls.

For the innovation factor, of course.

The Rest is Up to You…..

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

“Marvelous” Marvin Hagler vs. Thomas “The Hitman” Hearns

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In Defense of Wesley Snipes

The G Manifesto » 15 January 2008 » In Crime, Game, Girls, Guide, Nightlife, People, Travel » 5 Comments


In Defense of Wesley Snipes

Word on the street is that Wesley Snipes, the star of “New Jack City” and an actor in “King of New York” is going on trial for being on the wrong side of The Internal Revenue Service. I really don’t have much of an opinion on the intricacies of the trial (although the venue of Ocala, Florida has got to hurt). But I do have an opinion on the man.

Here is a little story:

I had just got back to Los Angeles from a prolonged working vacation in the South of France. My good friend “Callahan” was throwing this dope gig in LA at the El Rey Theatre. Black Eyed Peas were performing. Think Black Eyed Peas before they added that girl with mad plastic surgery. You know, the one that all girls put on their ringtones nowadays. Behind the Front days. “That’s the joint, that’s the jam” days.

Anyways, it was a pretty celeb-heavy underground type-gig. That guy who was the main star of “Basketball Diaries” table was right next to our crew’s table. Mad fly LA Nightlife Princesses also.

My friend Callahan and I were chillin at the front bar talking French heists and strategy, slightly on Beans. Sipping cocktails.

Black Eyed Peas - Joints & Jam

As a young G on the rise, I was suited down of course, in a custom Italian number by…I can’t really remember. But I probably had a Glock 17 in those days as they were pretty hot then. Shirt blown open. Pocket Square. My friend was wearing whatever was the height of fashion for those days in LA. I don’t have to tell you that I was dressed doper than him. But that’s neither Sugar Hill nor E-tab Pill.

Up walks Wesley Snipes to the bar, solo, no Entourage, suited down kind of Nino Brown Style. This was not “Blade II” era Snipes, it was more “Roemello Skuggs” era Snipes.

Wesley Snipes: “How are you guys doing?”

Callahan: “Real Good.”

Michael Mason: “Perfect.”

Wesley Snipes: “Good.”

Callahan (obviously feeling it): “Yo Wesley, I was Passenger 58!”

All three of us: Laughter. (I didn’t really get the joke at the time, but I was feeling good so I played along).

Introductions all around.

Then two mad fly girls, taller than Snipes and myself, if I remember correctly, came up to Snipes and gave him very enthusiastic hugs and kisses.

Then one of the two girls in a shitty LA attitude kind of way, says, “Who are these two guys?” meaning us. (You don’t really see this kind of attitude today as much as you saw in the good old days.) As if, I wasn’t just heisting on the Côte d’Azur and chilling with topless girls; named things like, Florence and Marie, on the beach two days prior.

Snipes then says after a slight pause for greater effect, “Callahan and Michael are my two best friends in the world” with an opened arms gesture. The two girl’s expressions changed from “over us” to “into us” immediately. After some more small talk, Snipes exited stage left and left us with the two girls, who by now, were down for whatever.

Not like we needed any help, but I have never forgotten Snipes’ gesture of Class. In my book, he has always been the coolest cat in Hollywood.

“I am not guilty, you’re the one that’s guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition. You’re the one who’s guilty. I mean, c’mon, let’s kick the ballistics here: Ain’t no Uzi’s made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than Nino Brown. This is big business. This is the American way.”- Nino Brown

I hope Snipes isn’t found guilty either.

Oh yeah, we ended up swooping the girls. Assist by Snipes.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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