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Tourism has exploded into a wildly profitable industry, dominating the global economy. Countless nations rely heavily on its beguiling charm to boost their fragile gross development product. But it’s not just about white sandy beaches and picturesque landscapes anymore. The world of tourism has evolved into a multifaceted realm, birthing a new breed of adventurers – the digital nomads and sex tourists. The allure of traveling to exotic lands, like Brazil, Colombia, the Dominican Republic, South Africa, or the mysterious world of Asia, has even captured my imagination. I dream of penning my next masterpiece in some of these intriguing locations. But… let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Before we dive into the wonders of far-flung destinations, let’s explore why most people embark on their journeys of discovery. Let’s craft a vivid narrative. Many people flock to eagerly explore foreign lands in their quest to unearth potential international investments. It’s more than just a casual hobby – a passion, an essential facet of our shrewd achievements. I’ve exceeded, securing additional citizenships to fortify my portfolio and seize even more opportunities. And let me tell you, many countries offer incredible incentives to their citizens, making them even more enticing for us savvy investors. But it’s not just about the money. Oh no, it’s the security and assumed peace of mind.
Another powerful force drives tourists to pack their bags and set off on exotic adventures – and that’s romance. It’s not just a mere whisper in the wind – it’s a full-blown storm, especially in countries with a more liberal dating culture, like the Scandinavian gems, where women are known to indulge in sexual activities before even considering a date or a relationship. Who can blame them? When in Rome, right? So the tourist longs to journey through the sights, sounds, and scent-sation of many thrilling and dynamic worlds. Many tourists navigate the complex landscapes of international business, all while indulging in the pleasures and passions of the heart or… the genital.
Like that American businessman who came to Germany for a conference. He has booked a stunning escort to join him for an erotic evening of elegant dining, massaging, sexing, and a hell of a ride. Listen, former Spanish and Portuguese colonies are also notorious for their wild, pulsating nightlife that ignites the senses of many tourists and leaves them returning for more. In Rome, the air is thick with the scent of passion and lust, drawing you into a world of seduction and temptation. It’s a place where one-night stands with stunning beauties are the norm. Inhibitions are tossed aside like empty beer bottles. However, not just the Latin countries offer a tempting escape from the mundane.
In Asia, countries like Indonesia, Thailand, and the Philippines beckon with their promises of a paradise. Western tourists flock to these exotic lands to taste something forbidden and taboo. They can shed their inhibitions and indulge in their deepest desires without judgment or consequence. Beyond the allure of pleasures, there’s another reason why people are drawn to these foreign lands – to immerse themselves in a world unlike their own. A world rich in culture, diversity, and heritage. A world that expands their horizons and broadens their perspectives. It’s a journey of discovery that fuels the soul and leaves a lasting imprint on the heart. Tourists join the ranks of the adventurous and embark on a voyage of sensual discovery, allowing the vibrant energy of these foreign lands to consume them and awaken their senses.
Foodies lose themselves in the lively assortment of flavors. The fiction they encounter in my storytelling and entertainment captivates them. Above all, they let the emotions they experience be raw and unforgettable. This is the magic of traveling for pleasure, and it’s waiting for you to take the plunge. Imagine walking through the bustling streets of Paris, the smell of freshly baked croissants wafting through the air. Or standing in awe as you gaze up at the gigantic Eiffel Tower, a symbol of romance and beauty. But beware, my friend. Behind the glitz and glamour of these tourist destinations lies a hidden danger – organized crime. As you explore historic landmarks, national monuments, and museums, you may come across charming locals who offer to show you the best restaurants, festivals, and nightlife.
Who can resist the temptation of attending the famous October Fest in Germany or the Calgary Stampede in Canada? Today’s tourists should remember that not everyone has their best interests at heart. Some may see you as nothing more than a naive foreigner, ripe for the taking. Many people travel to experience new cultures and possibly even find love. But in this day and age, with the rise of sex tourism and tourist scams targeting unsuspecting travelers, one must be extremely cautious. Your new love might be an undercover prostitute working for a vicious crime syndicate. Here is the harsh reality: while your one-night stand in Germany, Las Vegas, or New Zealand might be with an educated and successful feminist, the same cannot be said for the sultry seductress draped over your lap in Medellin or Hanoi.
Sure, you may think it’s all peaches and cream to snort top-grade cocaine and indulge in endless sexual escapades in Bangkok or Manila, but in today’s tourism, your experience may not be so pleasant. Hey, I’m sure many of those nights have ended well for some guys. Still, that friendly passerby in Istambul will lure you into an expensive carpet shop. The lovely ladies drinking with you at the club may never return from the toilet, leaving you with a thousand-dollar bar tap. Many Western men have a false sense of security when traveling to second-world countries. They underestimate the people, thinking the locals need to be more sophisticated. They think it’s as simple as buying a plane ticket, booking a luxurious Air B&B, and having enough cash for lavish dinners and other pleasures the locals cannot access.
In some third-world countries, 80% of the local women a tourist encounters on Tinder and the nightlife are more than willing to be ravaged (all night) for a mere hundred dollars. It may seem like a dream come true for the Western sex tourist. But it can also be challenging sailing. The situation can go left in a hurry. Let’s be honest: most men from Western countries who visit second-world cities are not just there for sightseeing. Despite the grand monuments, they are quickly lured in by the erotically persuading courtesan who swarm them. These painted women offer tantalizing options. They are willing to give a massage that leaves the Western man begging for a happy ending. When he discovers, he can get a discrete “girlfriend” experience for the equivalence of forty USD. He offers two hundred to spend the night.
These are hardened paramours who rendezvous with thousands of horny men from all over the world every year. Even if the man is not a sex tourist, they know how to seduce him in an instant. Many of them began their career as drunken nymphomaniacs in their youth. For them, the career is also a lifestyle. Beware, their beauty and charm can stir up intense emotions you never knew existed. Once you’re hooked, you may send money to that lady of the evening after you return home from your vacation. You’ll need to use your wits as you navigate the streets and bars of that city where everything goes. Your museum tour could quickly end up in a speakeasy or love hotel, and then you will walk away with chlamydia.
For example, the average monthly salary in Colombia is a pitiful 4,710,000 Colombian pesos, barely scraping by at a measly 1,214 USD. And that’s if you are employed. Let’s compare that to the comparatively lavish lifestyle of the American man, strutting around with his latest Apple and Android devices, dripping in expensive jewelry, and decked out in high-end clothing and footwear. He has got a flashy 3000 USD camera in tow with a drone. Some celebrities show up wearing Rolex and Versace sunglasses with designer cologne. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. The Western man appears with an excess of 50 thousand USD in his savings, connected to not one but several credit cards, each with at least a whopping 5000 USD credit line when the going rate for an entire evening of Reggaeton and sex is 100 USD.
No wonder he’s the center of attention in that dingy Cali dive bar, with a stunning local damsel wearing a concise dress smelling like strawberry cotton candy perched on his lap. The contrast between this wealthy outsider and the impoverished local is stark and unsettling. This man’s decadence and excess oozing make anyone’s stomach turn. The local man cannot wait to rob the happy tourist. In fact, the harlot on his lap is probably the wife of a struggling pickpocket. In these second-world countries, money talks, and the foreigner with the deepest pockets reigns supreme. That’s unlike the West, where the feminists earn enough keep to afford to dick shame a wealthy man. It’s a sad reality, but it is all too real in a world where wealth is power, and people with the lowest incomes are left to sell themselves to horny tourists.
If you remember, I said earlier that I dream of writing future novels from places like Iceland, Greenland, Brazil, or Australia. I imagine the crisp, cool air of Iceland as I sit next to a fireplace, surrounded by towering mountains and breathtaking landscapes. Will Australia’s vibrant colors and bustling streets inspire me? Or will Brazil’s warm, tropical breeze carry the scent of exotic flowers and lively music? As I fantasize about dreamy locations, my critic will assume that I also look forward to sitting in a local watering hole with a half-dressed beauty in my lap, primed for a night of ravaging in my hotel room. To that, I say negative. I need to gain experience with gaming. Writing a book requires sitting down for hours (in silence) like a hermit, especially when no one cares for me well enough to ghostwrite my manuscript.
I lost my gab gift after being a hermit in Canada, Belgium, and Germany for eighteen years. Honestly, I cannot seduce a monkey if I tried. When I do, I ask silly questions like “How was your day?” “How have you been?” and compliment them with words like “Wow, I love your eyes.” Just like that, I am quickly ignored. But that’s okay because I cannot give enough attention when writing a book. My lucky break comes when a rare lady shows up out of nowhere and sits next to me for ten years or so. Writing is a solitary activity. I dive into my mind to create the scenarios that fill the pages. It’s like writing a rap verse. Visiting a new city to write from would mean experiencing a different atmosphere (with my family).
Like Rocky 4, I would immerse myself in my temporary home, using the environment to evoke new expressions and inspiration. So, while my dream of relocating to write a new book may not involve Tinder pump and dumps, fancy dinners, and lavish nights out, it would still be a wonderful experience. Visiting a new city, taking in the culture and the energy in that atmosphere while I pen the next masterpiece, is a dream. And who knows, I may purchase a souvenir or create lasting memories amid all that. Still, when you return to what I said about tourism today, the world may be inherently benevolent. Regardless of its darker side. Unfortunately, it’s estimated that 70% of people tourist encounters on their travels may fall into scammers, users, prostitutes, and haters. And the allure of exotic destinations can cloud one’s best judgment.
For male tourists, it becomes impossible to trust their instincts when faced with a big butt and a beautiful smile. Granted, the criminals and most tourists are up to no good. Whether you are a Western tourist or a digital nomad, locals will always try to take advantage of you. Female tourists are not out there looking for drugs, sex, or underworld activities. The locals care only about lining their pockets, regardless of the consequences it may have on the tourist’s life. The thrill of the unknown can be exhilarating but also threatening, even for the most vigilant traveler. Tourism has taken a new meaning.
