JazzboCR wrote:
Brrother El Ciego posted on this about a year ago. Actually that whole Thread and his contribution are very useful ("money-saving tips"):
https://costaricaticas.com/forums/vi ... 20&t=30438His is the 8th post on P.2 of the Thread--I could have linked right to his Post but I'm provoking serendipity this way.
Great post with some data across all fields especially this thread. Gracias amigo Jazzbocr
I now remember the lavandaria near the old massage parlor called Arte Sauna by the 100 year old tree that they cut down across from the Catholic church down from the Nica bus station around the corner from the DR Blue Marlin Bar that you'd party in all night until the bus left at o dark thirty back to work in the nic and a meeting with ollie norte and yet another load of guns inbound for the contras and a load of coke classic outbound for the good patriots of Tejas, USA.
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The airport in Liberia today was a secret landing strip close to the southern boarder in the '80's for the purpose. The govt of CR turned there heads on that one and Oscar Arias got the Noble Peace Prize.
No my real name is not eugene hassenfuss. He was a load master and there is no doubt he rode that bitch in like the greatest bungy jump ride ever. Sort of like just before the run away elevator hits bottom you time it perfectly and jump.
It (arte sauna) was the massage parlor everyone liked after BBC closed.
The BBC was very cool. So was the Green Door althought it came and went several years later.
Those were also the days of Hotel Park and a kinder gentler SJO including the BM. Key Largo was a little off as the proprietor was "hit" NYC hired merc style with tres tight as he left arm in arm with two chicas from the front door of KL.
The weapon that did the deed was found in Parque Morazon just across the street leaning on the low wall. Obviously the shooter was in a prone or kneeling position judging by the wall. No one saw or heard a thing at tres de la manana, a.k.a. the killing hour.
He was no doubt feeling overly confident and thinking of the two chicas and the time he never knew out in front instead of the threat unseen in the night that took all he had including his last fleeting passionate moments with his two tarts for the evening. That main entrance to KL and Parque Morazon remain to this day very dangerous.
The back door through the parking lot never existed back then as the Del Rey was second fiddle to the KL. The restaurant at the HDR was so much better when it was in the HDR behind the coffee bar. Better food, better service, more quality relaxed times with the chicas, etc. etc. etc.
There was really no reason to ever leave the Del Rey. Everything you could possible need was there. Rooms were $34.00 USD. Sure during the day you would walk around and enjoy the sights. Hit BBC for a great massage and steam bath. Over to the Hotel Park on Tuesdays for free blow job drawings on the half hour.
Fridays at The Park Hotel was The Show. Six regulars dancing nude to classic rock. Patrons armed with Johnson & Johnson Baby oil squirting the chicas down and rubbing it on. Soon some lesbian action. Bill had only two rules; no drinks on the bar and no fingers up the pussies. After that is was back to base, Camp Del Rey.
Oh my those were the good old days.
And these days we are enjoying today are more of the same. Just a newer breed of memories that are creating the good ole' days of manana.
Thanks for the trip down avenido memoria amigo Jazzbocr
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