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(Cue Robert Deniro laugh track in Cape Fear)
(Cue Robert Deniro laugh track in Cape Fear)
A number of years ago, a friend of mine decided to open up a brothel in a Third World country. He had no experience in the business, so he asked me all sorts of questions and I tried to help him the best I could without actually being there. He opened the place and after a few months told me that every thing that I had told him which he couldn't belive ended up being exactly right, and that he was still having some problems coping with the place. So I went for a vacation (I go on vacation about once every 4 years) for a few weeks.
During the time I was there, there was this one girl who was very nice looking, but immature (remember, this is a third world country. Most of the girls are from poor villages and come to the big cities to work in teh sex trade, and send money home, often supporting huge extended families or good portions of the entire town off of their backs. They know nothing of the big cities, or much at all about anything, except that if they are going to sit around the house getting fucked all day by various cousins, etc., they might as well get paid for it and live "the galmorous life (heh)).
Anyway, I saw this girl engage in all sorts of 'acting out" behavior, and warned my freind that if she didn't get some discipline in one way or another, she was going to be a problem for both him and herself. So, being a pain in the ass, she made some rude comment to me, and I made some nasty remark back to her. She took and ice cube and threw it at me, hitting me in the forehead (raised a small welt). I took her over my knee, pull down her pants, and have her a spanking she deserved. She cried to my friend and demanded he do something, but he just laughed at her. I told her that next time she acted out and I saw it, she would get worse. She did, however, behave herself not only to me, but in general, for the remainder of my visit.
I told my friend that he was going to have to get used to doing stuff like that, but he said he couldn't. I explained to him that he has two choices: either do that, or they will act out until he has to throw them out, and the world will be much more cruel to them than that. he still said he couldn't do it.
A few weeks after I left, the girl got into a fight with another girl. The both scratched the shit out of eachother, badsly enough that neither girl could work fo rat least a week. So, he took her stuff and threw it out on the street and her out the door.
She came back about a month later, looking 10 years older. She had been out on the street. She'd been beaten and raped almost daily. She'd had all her money stolen over and over again. She was in rough shape.
He took her back, but I told him even though she should have learned a lesson, that unless he did something where she learned to respect him as much as she now repscted the outside world, it would happen again. But he still couldn't.
Since she wasn't th epretty little thing anymore, she didn't do nearly as well as she had the first time she was there. Of course, she resented this and soon started to act out again. It didn't take long before the threw her out again. She was seen a few days later on a track where the real low end girls worked, looking in rough shape, and then never heard from again. A while later, he ran into another girl from the town where she came from, and no one had heard from her. Ever again.
During the time I was there, there was this one girl who was very nice looking, but immature (remember, this is a third world country. Most of the girls are from poor villages and come to the big cities to work in teh sex trade, and send money home, often supporting huge extended families or good portions of the entire town off of their backs. They know nothing of the big cities, or much at all about anything, except that if they are going to sit around the house getting fucked all day by various cousins, etc., they might as well get paid for it and live "the galmorous life (heh)).
Anyway, I saw this girl engage in all sorts of 'acting out" behavior, and warned my freind that if she didn't get some discipline in one way or another, she was going to be a problem for both him and herself. So, being a pain in the ass, she made some rude comment to me, and I made some nasty remark back to her. She took and ice cube and threw it at me, hitting me in the forehead (raised a small welt). I took her over my knee, pull down her pants, and have her a spanking she deserved. She cried to my friend and demanded he do something, but he just laughed at her. I told her that next time she acted out and I saw it, she would get worse. She did, however, behave herself not only to me, but in general, for the remainder of my visit.
I told my friend that he was going to have to get used to doing stuff like that, but he said he couldn't. I explained to him that he has two choices: either do that, or they will act out until he has to throw them out, and the world will be much more cruel to them than that. he still said he couldn't do it.
A few weeks after I left, the girl got into a fight with another girl. The both scratched the shit out of eachother, badsly enough that neither girl could work fo rat least a week. So, he took her stuff and threw it out on the street and her out the door.
She came back about a month later, looking 10 years older. She had been out on the street. She'd been beaten and raped almost daily. She'd had all her money stolen over and over again. She was in rough shape.
He took her back, but I told him even though she should have learned a lesson, that unless he did something where she learned to respect him as much as she now repscted the outside world, it would happen again. But he still couldn't.
Since she wasn't th epretty little thing anymore, she didn't do nearly as well as she had the first time she was there. Of course, she resented this and soon started to act out again. It didn't take long before the threw her out again. She was seen a few days later on a track where the real low end girls worked, looking in rough shape, and then never heard from again. A while later, he ran into another girl from the town where she came from, and no one had heard from her. Ever again.
