Back in in the UK. First impressions of Gran Canaria are an anonymous, desert-y place outside of the resorts, but I liked Las Palmas, which is big, with fabulous beaches.
I had some ‘civilian’ commitments early doors so my opportunities to punt were restricted. It didn’t help that
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External Link/Members Only. This had fewer options local to me and was less easy to use. The girls listed seem to move around the islands/locations and are not great at updating their profiles, so I had a few ‘but darling I am on Tenerife’ type messages. They generally responded to messages, but this seemed to take much longer than in the UK. So, for this and various other reasons I drew a blank. My Google translate/Safari translate was earning its keep – all coms in Spanish.
I then spent some time in Las Palmas. I immediately checked out the RLD in Calle Molino De Viento. My experience of Fylis in Athens made me think it would be a bit like this, but I found it more run down and chaotic, with a couple of archetypal crack whores hustling on one corner. There were a few girls sitting in doorways, but none of them caught my eye/seemed interested, and there was no signposting, as far as I could see. TBH it was hard to tell who was a hooker. No red light/white lights etc. I bailed out quickly. It was mid-afternoon – maybe it hots up later in the day.
The brothel ‘Las Chicas De Paula’ is in the same area of the city, so I walked over. I’d messaged them earlier in the day, and they sent me several photos of girls who were working. One particularly caught my eye (see attached photo). So, I messaged on WhatsApp and asked if this girl was working. ‘Yes – come on up’- five minutes later I was in. On entry, I got the classic line up in the waiting room – three girls presented themselves. The girl I wanted had mysteriously become ‘ill’ in the five minutes between my text and my climbing the stairs. One of the girls was a slim, pretty Venezuelan called ‘Alondra’, I think, and I chose her. We had a happy 30 mins for €60. There was a shower, there was Venezuelan music, there was a bit of covered cock sucking and shagging with no kissing, but she didn’t have many moves. Lovely little boobs. I enjoyed the anticipation and the ‘adventure’ more than the punt.
This is the place:
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The next day I went to ‘Massage 2 Chinese’ on Calle Luis Morote, as it was flagged up on UKP a few weeks ago. Classic Chinese rub and tug joint on a busy, central shopping street. I ducked in and they immediately shut up shop behind me. I lucked out and got the Mamasan. I enjoyed her miming of a hand job when she asked what I wanted. Very graphic. I overpaid €70 for 30 mins – her service was nothing to write home about. She offered a blow job for an extra €20. I declined. All friendly and jolly.
The websites all had WhatsApp links included, which is super handy. WIFI/data problems tripped me up on more than one occasion, which made me realise how important all this is for successful punting.
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