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eXile - Issue #166 - Whore-R Stories - Whore-r Stories: whore.com - By Mark Ames Moscow-based alternativenewspaper Search the eXile All Issues This Issue This Author This Column | Advanced Search... Email thousands of beautiful Russian Ladies! Home | Archive | Club Guide | Restaurant Guide | Songs | Field Guide To Moscow | Political Trading Cards | About Us Browse Column (19) Previous (6) Next (12) Whore-r Stories: whore.com By Mark Ames ( editor at exile ru ) Browse Author (147) Previous (68) Next (77) T his issue's Whore-R story is a bit different from the rest. First, I chose my whore from the Internet rather than from the Moscow Times. I chose this issue's whore, Galina, through omen.ru (I prefer publichouse.ru for its picture-heavy convenience). She wasn't the best looking girl or the youngest, but she was the most voluptuous in my brief search. I've been on a steady diet of heavy pain killers and celibacy for over a week now. Pain killers cancel out celibacy and when you throw in age and general exhaustion, you get a flaccid unit. The anketa claimed that Galina is "gypersexualnaya," and I was curious to find out what hypersexual means to a lying pimp. I called the whore's number and ordered her for delivery as if she was a Pepperoni Supreme from Jack's. If you go to her apartment, the price is $50; for delivery, the minimum order is two hours for 2500 rubles. I met Galina out in front of my podezd, took her upstairs, poured her some Montenegrin wine, and tried coaxing her into talking. She had one of those rough village accents, phrases lipped and words slurred, almost like a train horn or a wildebeest: "Nu chto-zhe!...Nu..." "Rooo! Mroooo!" She came to Moscow from a village in southeastern Ukraine about six months ago. "There's no money in Ukraine, nothing at all," she said. "Kuchma made a real mess of it. That's what we're stuck with. If I wanted money I had to get out." "Couldn't you do anything there?" "Do what? There's nothing. In the best case, if you run your own business, you can make up to 1000 rubles a month (about $33 dollars). That's if you're successful. There's nothing at all." She wanted me to talk about California. Village whores want to hear that there's a happy place, a hope. So I told her all about the beaches, the Santa Cruz Mountains, the horses and apricot orchards. "Have you been with an American before?" I asked her. "Just yesterday," she laughed shyly. "But he hated Moscow and Russia. All he talked about was how he wanted to leave." I moved the topic back to Ukraine. "You can't even get health care," she told me. "My brother got into a horrible car accident. Broke his legs in four places, had internal bleeding. One day I go to the hospital to visit him - we went every day - and he's doing worse. I ask the nurse what's wrong. She says, 'We ran out of syringes. We have the medicine but no syringes.' It was blackmail. I had to go buy them all myself downstairs in the hospital apteka. She was ready to let him suffer to make me buy them." "What if you don't have money and you're in the hospital?" "They put you aside in a separate ward and let you die." She said that she hadn't had any bad experiences as a whore. A friend from her village helped bring Galina out and set her up. I asked her how much longer she'd do it. "I don't know. No more than a few months ahead. But I'll stop. I know some girls who are married and they keep working as prostitutes. Their husbands even know. I have one friend, married. Her husband has his business, she has hers. I can't imagine that, working through the night, then coming home to your husband and getting in bed." "Maybe he doesn't love her," I said. "He does, he just doesn't care." "Are you married?" "No," she said. "Are you really gypersexualnaya?" "That's just an ad." I gave her a towel and sent her into the shower. She entered my bedroom; I pulled the towel off. Her body was better than I'd expected: thin waist, thick bones built for the steppes. Her ass was meaty in a good way, her breasts were large, the nipples awkward. In a year, she'd be unfuckable. She tried to put some weird village condom on me with her mouth, the first trick every whore learns. It wouldn't go. It was tight and I was as flaccid as, well, the condom. She tried blowing me again; I got to about a 30 degree angle, but lost it when she tried mouth-applicating the condom. "Let's lie down a minute," I suggested. I was in the mood for voluptuous. I told her she was soft (myagkii) and she got offended. "Soft is what you call a pillow. My flesh is gentle (nezhnii)." After some 20 minutes of determined body and hand pressure, I was able to achieve enough wood. I got on top of her and slowly wriggled my way inside...and nearly blew within seconds. That would have been funny if she was a girl I'd picked up from a bar, but I wanted my money's worth. So I pulled her on top of me and let her ride me while I thought about the horrible TV interview I'd given earlier that afternoon to the Kultura channel, all the embarrassing things I'd said. I yelped once or twice -- she must have thought it was from excitement. The panic helped me last about five minutes, and then the fun 'n' games were over. Zip! Sorry. Afterwards, she admitted she had a child. I'm not sure why she admitted it -- maybe it was too obvious from her breast structure: large nipples, large erasers. "Where's the husband?" I asked. "He left, the bastard." "You don't know where to?" "No. Just left. Doesn't care about feeding the baby, about giving her clothes, medicine. Just left, with no conscience." Welp, I thought, at least he can sleep well knowing he's just produced another whore. I know I will. Issue In #166 20 May 03 (2 years, 7 months old) Also in this Issue Bardak Calendar Paul McCartney... The Five McKartnees... Snapper Safari Do South African women shave their snappers?... SIC! SUCKUP-NIKOV... DEATH BOER-N... THE PARTY LIE... J'ACCUSE!... Schopenhauer Awards Schoepenhauer Awards Today we'll introduce you to the Intestinal Roundworm... Summer Cafes: from Paradise to Purgatory Restaurant Review byElizabethFamilton Scandinavia's Summer Cafe is a fine restaurant in any season... Snapper Season Feature Story To investigate the whole phenomenon of snapper grooming, we called local Moscow beauty salons... Death Porn COCOON III: GREY POWER!... FIND A NEED AND KILL IT... A True Loser - For Once Book Review byJohnDolan Every now and then, someone sends us an apparently self-published book good enough to read... Burma: They Ain't Like Us War Nerd byGaryBrecher Burma is one of these multi-ethnic places, and that usually means trouble: the war as a permanent fact of life... 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eXile - Issue #166 - Whore-R Stories - Whore-r Stories: whore.com - By Mark Ames Moscow-based alternativenewspaper Search the eXile All Issues This Issue This Author This Column | Advanced Search... Email thousands of beautiful Russian Ladies! Home | Archive | Club Guide | Restaurant Guide | Songs | Field Guide To Moscow | Political Trading Cards | About Us Browse Column (19) Previous (6) Next (12) Whore-r Stories: whore.com By Mark Ames ( editor at exile ru ) Browse Author (147) Previous (68) Next (77) T his issue's Whore-R story is a bit different from the rest. First, I chose my whore from the Internet rather than from the Moscow Times. I chose this issue's whore, Galina, through omen.ru (I prefer publichouse.ru for its picture-heavy convenience). She wasn't the best looking girl or the youngest, but she was the most voluptuous in my brief search. I've been on a steady diet of heavy pain killers and celibacy for over a week now. Pain killers cancel out celibacy and when you throw in age and general exhaustion, you get a flaccid unit. The anketa claimed that Galina is "gypersexualnaya," and I was curious to find out what hypersexual means to a lying pimp. I called the whore's number and ordered her for delivery as if she was a Pepperoni Supreme from Jack's. If you go to her apartment, the price is $50; for delivery, the minimum order is two hours for 2500 rubles. I met Galina out in front of my podezd, took her upstairs, poured her some Montenegrin wine, and tried coaxing her into talking. She had one of those rough village accents, phrases lipped and words slurred, almost like a train horn or a wildebeest: "Nu chto-zhe!...Nu..." "Rooo! Mroooo!" She came to Moscow from a village in southeastern Ukraine about six months ago. "There's no money in Ukraine, nothing at all," she said. "Kuchma made a real mess of it. That's what we're stuck with. If I wanted money I had to get out." "Couldn't you do anything there?" "Do what? There's nothing. In the best case, if you run your own business, you can make up to 1000 rubles a month (about $33 dollars). That's if you're successful. There's nothing at all." She wanted me to talk about California. Village whores want to hear that there's a happy place, a hope. So I told her all about the beaches, the Santa Cruz Mountains, the horses and apricot orchards. "Have you been with an American before?" I asked her. "Just yesterday," she laughed shyly. "But he hated Moscow and Russia. All he talked about was how he wanted to leave." I moved the topic back to Ukraine. "You can't even get health care," she told me. "My brother got into a horrible car accident. Broke his legs in four places, had internal bleeding. One day I go to the hospital to visit him - we went every day - and he's doing worse. I ask the nurse what's wrong. She says, 'We ran out of syringes. We have the medicine but no syringes.' It was blackmail. I had to go buy them all myself downstairs in the hospital apteka. She was ready to let him suffer to make me buy them." "What if you don't have money and you're in the hospital?" "They put you aside in a separate ward and let you die." She said that she hadn't had any bad experiences as a whore. A friend from her village helped bring Galina out and set her up. I asked her how much longer she'd do it. "I don't know. No more than a few months ahead. But I'll stop. I know some girls who are married and they keep working as prostitutes. Their husbands even know. I have one friend, married. Her husband has his business, she has hers. I can't imagine that, working through the night, then coming home to your husband and getting in bed." "Maybe he doesn't love her," I said. "He does, he just doesn't care." "Are you married?" "No," she said. "Are you really gypersexualnaya?" "That's just an ad." I gave her a towel and sent her into the shower. She entered my bedroom; I pulled the towel off. Her body was better than I'd expected: thin waist, thick bones built for the steppes. Her ass was meaty in a good way, her breasts were large, the nipples awkward. In a year, she'd be unfuckable. She tried to put some weird village condom on me with her mouth, the first trick every whore learns. It wouldn't go. It was tight and I was as flaccid as, well, the condom. She tried blowing me again; I got to about a 30 degree angle, but lost it when she tried mouth-applicating the condom. "Let's lie down a minute," I suggested. I was in the mood for voluptuous. I told her she was soft (myagkii) and she got offended. "Soft is what you call a pillow. My flesh is gentle (nezhnii)." After some 20 minutes of determined body and hand pressure, I was able to achieve enough wood. I got on top of her and slowly wriggled my way inside...and nearly blew within seconds. That would have been funny if she was a girl I'd picked up from a bar, but I wanted my money's worth. So I pulled her on top of me and let her ride me while I thought about the horrible TV interview I'd given earlier that afternoon to the Kultura channel, all the embarrassing things I'd said. I yelped once or twice -- she must have thought it was from excitement. The panic helped me last about five minutes, and then the fun 'n' games were over. Zip! Sorry. Afterwards, she admitted she had a child. I'm not sure why she admitted it -- maybe it was too obvious from her breast structure: large nipples, large erasers. "Where's the husband?" I asked. "He left, the bastard." "You don't know where to?" "No. Just left. Doesn't care about feeding the baby, about giving her clothes, medicine. Just left, with no conscience." Welp, I thought, at least he can sleep well knowing he's just produced another whore. I know I will. Issue In #166 20 May 03 (2 years, 7 months old) Also in this Issue Bardak Calendar Paul McCartney... The Five McKartnees... Snapper Safari Do South African women shave their snappers?... SIC! SUCKUP-NIKOV... DEATH BOER-N... THE PARTY LIE... J'ACCUSE!... Schopenhauer Awards Schoepenhauer Awards Today we'll introduce you to the Intestinal Roundworm... Summer Cafes: from Paradise to Purgatory Restaurant Review byElizabethFamilton Scandinavia's Summer Cafe is a fine restaurant in any season... Snapper Season Feature Story To investigate the whole phenomenon of snapper grooming, we called local Moscow beauty salons... Death Porn COCOON III: GREY POWER!... FIND A NEED AND KILL IT... A True Loser - For Once Book Review byJohnDolan Every now and then, someone sends us an apparently self-published book good enough to read... Burma: They Ain't Like Us War Nerd byGaryBrecher Burma is one of these multi-ethnic places, and that usually means trouble: the war as a permanent fact of life... Gay May Holidays Club Review byDenisSalnikov Like most of Moscow's Golden Youth I spent the May holidays in an exotic country - Morocco... Set Font This feature requires JavaScript. Other Formats Printer-friendly Plain Text Email Article Email address(es): Note: Affiliate Links By buying from these merchants, you help to support and enhance our online presence. 200 beautiful RussianBrides a week! Photo galleries, personal profiles, introduction services. Travel to Russia Visa support, hotels, train tickets, tours and cruises. See your message here! Write to web_adv at exile ru Interested in advertising? Write to the_exile at mail ru "the eXile". Tel: +7 (095) 795-3376 , fax: +7 (095) 245-1415 E-mail: office at exile ru (website-related issues: webperson at exile ru )