Club Manana bit the dust! (VALLARTA)

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Manana Club done gone! My, my, my how the mighty have fallen. Club owner Peter Deep ran Gayallarta -- for years. He used to be the big shit about town. The line to get in to his disco always snaked down the block.

Then the glitter ball crashed, his business slumped, the strippers and hustlers slithered off, and for a whole year or so he slumped through town like a despised pariah. The king of the queens was hated! No one would even have coffee with him in public. 

The king of the queens was hated!

Now the mighty club is but a hole in the ground. And all the fags and all the hustlers and all the meth heads twirl somewhere else.  Hahahahahaha.

Goodnight Manana...and good riddance

Peter Deep and Club Mañana suck! (pto vallarta)

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No means No (Vallarta)

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You need a tour guide for gay bar-hopping in Puerto Vallarta like you need Desperate Housewives to confirm your sexuality; if you just love the show, then - surprise, surprise - it’s little wonder why. Gay bars are all over Viejo Vallarta (Old Vallarta aka Historic area). Spit and its likely the saliva will land beneath a fag flag. Yet some enterprising pup has started a bar-hopping venture (if you market gay toothpaste “proud” morons will buy it) and I hope it fails. Why? Because he got me fired.   

I nearly snatched the camera from him and shouted, No means no, asshole!

No is Greek in Mexico. Mexicans seem to have never heard the word before. So when the fellow came into the dimly lighted strip bar where I was working the pole and asked for a picture he didn’t seriously regard my “No pictures please” and snapped the shot anyway. And laughed. As he persisted in trying to take more pictures I nearly snatched the camera from him and shouted, No means no, asshole! Then the faggot flips. Mexican queen. Oh how the he-she went on about being a friend of the owner, fat Peter Deep (impossibly real name) and having license to take my pictures as he pleased. What you name, what you name!, he kept chirping. Me llamo Fuck You. So he cried and ranted into his iphone about "el pinche negro" (fucking nigger) and the following afternoon I got the text msg that I was out of a job.

Who takes pictures in a strip bar (sauna/locker room/brothel/cruising area/bathroom/make-out spot/cinema, etc.)?! Rude and uneducated jerks, that's who. It’s called r-e-s-p-e-c-t. Some peoples have no education…no matter how much they bellyache about being “Americans”. (Reality check to Latin American nations: Mexico is NOT America or Canada. Mexico is all Mexico.) 

The customer who was under my 9” spell at the time of candid camera queen inched his way back to the stage and said, “Good for you Troy for standing up for yourself.” He even went to bat for me with the bar manager (to no avail). Minutes before the disruption said customer had asked me if I was having fun? Can’t say that I get that question often but I remembered smiling and answering in the affirmative, “Yes. I love my life. I like doing this.” And I do. And then came the tip. And then came the little bitch to spoil the fun and got me fired.

Who takes pictures in a strip bar?! Some peoples have no education...

So fuck Gay Vallarta Bar-Hopping or, as I like to say, No! You can find the fags on Facebook.

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