Here is a great move from the early Chambers of The G Manifesto to give your Street Game/Day Game a little more “punch”:
When most cats out there do Street Game, they find a high traffic spot and bounce around from girl to girl spitting Game.
There is nothing really wrong with this and it can be effective. However, as you should know by now, we do things a little different over at The G Manifesto.
One of the best ways to do this, especially for those younger up and coming Proto-type G’s on a budget is to get a friend that works in a high traffic area and you can Post and Chop in front of his place of employment.
I first discovered this move as a youth on the topless beaches of Pays Basque. My friend from Santa Barbara worked at what we called “The Chicken Shop”. Basically it was a spot that served up dope Poulet et pommes frites on the beach.
I would just kick it on the benches outside and spit mad Street Game at the hordes of beautiful post-topless french girls that walked by.
For whatever reason, the fact that I was Brick and Mortar made girls stop at a higher percentage.
Side note:
I was basically funding myself by moving hashish that summer and the summer after. In fact, you could actually call me one of the original “Lifestyle Designers” living on a “passive income”. But that is neither here nor there.
When I returned to America, I worked a similar angle. One of my friends was working at a pizza place in Newport Beach at the beach.
So I again employed a little Brick and Mortar Street Game, and posted up on the stools outside and just chopped with no further adieu. I would charcoal, broil, and foil them at any barbecue.
Again, conversion rates were way higher on the beach girls of Newport.
Add a little Brick and Mortar Street Game to your summer and tell me how it goes.
Miami Beach is a very intoxicating place; the ocean, mad amounts of fly girls (easily the most highly concentrated of any place in America), high heels, dresses, short skirts, drugs, late nights, succulent Comida Cubana, etc. It can also be a godforsaken cesspool. But one place can’t have it all, right?
However, as we have mentioned before, South Beach has been many a player’s “Waterloo”. Top ranked players from NYC end up looking like dorks on the beach because they rock wack beach gear. And as a result, they end up filleted. Top tier California playboys get put through the wood chipper since they are not used to the late nights, late dinning hours, rhythms of the night, and smoking in bars in South Beach (they can thank the Gov and the Police State California has become for that). Even top foreign G’s get battered and bruised.
Lucky for you, the reader, your humble author has one of the greatest track records of all time in South Beach.
Here are some of the biggest mistakes I see guys constantly making in South Beach:
1. Not wearing Custom Suits – South Beach is definitely Custom Suit turf. Amazingly, not that many cats bust them. Which in turn makes it more effective. If you dress in tight jeans or glittery Ed Hardy shirts, expect to get blanked in South Beach. However, on the plus side, you should find plenty in common with about 99% of the guys in America. So you will never be at a loss for friends to go out to the local sports bar and eat “Mondo Nachos” and “Jalapeño Poppers” with.
2. Not Street Gaming – Street Game is the Hanging Gardens of Babylon for swooping in South Beach.
3. Going into clubs “Cold” – Here is the thing with South Beach: the nightclubs are pretty difficult to swoop girls at. You need to have girls cooking before you roll to the club and use the club as a closing tool. If you understand this, you understand South Beach.
4. Not rolling to the restaurants – Sure, most South Beach restaurants are overpriced and the food is kind of wack. And it’s hard to get some decent sushi. But the restaurant bars in Miami are literally, Bolivian gold mines for swooping (and we all know where the price of Gold is today). Roll in Custom Suited Down and slide up to the Colombiana and Cubana in high heels and short skirts at the bar. Proceed accordingly.
(Side Note: I have thought for years that if someone opened up a legit traditional Sushi place in South Beach you would print money. Key words here being “legit traditional”. As a matter of fact, maybe I will talk to some of my Sushi guys when I get back to California.)
5. Not going after locals only tourists – Sure the tourists are easier to swoop on a one night basis, but the local Miami girls way more fly. Check out Brickell; and prepared to have your mind blown.
6. Not smoking – Choosing not to smoke is a horrible move in South Beach. By being a smoker, you get mad free leads. Plus, the health benefits from swooping tons of fly Latinas will easily counter act the “potential” risks from the inhalation of tobacco smoke.
7. Not having Swagger – We have talked about Swagger in South Beach before. If you come light in South Beach, prepare to get nothing. If you come heavy, the blimp reads “The World is Yours”. It’s really that simple.
9. Not speaking Spanish – You are going to need to speak at least little Spanish and hold a conversation in Spanish if you really want to come up Aces in South Beach. Other languages help as well. I would say I typically speak about 40% English – 60% Spanish (and other languages) when I am in Miami.
10. Not Dancing – You are going to have to dance if you want to close in South Beach. Here is the Salsa Swoop Move.
11. Being undercapitalized – Sure, you might be able to swoop girls in South Beach if your Game is super tight and your broke. But why make it hard on yourself? South Beach girls love that Young, Handsome, Dashing, Rich, International Playboy in the Custom Suit with the big Bankroll. Why do it any other way? Anything less would be uncivilized.
The other advantage is you can really be a “bully with the bucks” in South Beach. So you really might as well hit hard like Camacho and Vargas and peg the market.
Yesterday, I was standing outside the Italian restaurant where I had just wacked down some burrata, Prosciutto di San Daniele and a couple of glasses of white for lunch waiting for a friend to slide by. I was kicking back, Custom Suited down, and huffing grits when I kept noticing cute Japanese girls walking by.
“Konnichiwa“, I said to the first group of girls that rolled by and was greeted with smiles and giggles.
“Konnichiwa“, I said again, this time spitting it out with a more Americanized flow which got another group of cute Japanese girls smiling.
“Konnichiwa” I said to the third group of Japanese girls and they smiled and stopped. So I started flowing:
“Ogenki desu ka?” and “Namae wa nandesu ka?” and “Watashi no namae wa Michael Mason” and “Doko ni sun de imasu ka?”
I was basically tapped out of phrases, so I did a little Number Crunching.
Decent.
So my friend Hugo pulls up in the Lac and I see one more group of Asian girls approaching. (It should be noted that this group was the least fly I saw).
I said “Konnichiwa” as I step into the ride.
“We are not Japanese you f*cking #sshole“, the weeshest of the three Asian-American girls replied as we slid off to Hugo’s uncontrollable laughter.
