Sexy Go Go

First, I want to mention Showpark. After going back there numerous times and different days of the week, and had a chance to more closely scrutinize the girls, I've come to the sad conclusion they are not all that. When I say 8 or 9's in my earlier post, I was a bit mistaken. Maybe because of the art exhibition that day that brought out the best girls, but the average weeknight is rather average. The girls are also not solid 7,8, or 9's, but rather that is the average combining face and body. More often you'll see a 10 body, and a 6 face, giving you an 8, for example. Rare you'll find an 8 face and 8 body. Disappointed, I decided to try a place other punters I've spoken to, suggested. It's Sexy Go Go.

Sexy Go Go calls itself a cabaret, which is what the Europeans seem to call strip clubs. Cabarets traditionally have dancing and I guess dancing on a pole qualifies. It's a two level establishment, arranged in a semi-circle around a semi-circle stage. Imagine a larger version of The Brass Rail, except there's nothing special between the upstairs and the downstairs. For all intents and purposes, you're visiting a traditional strip club, EXCEPT the girls walking around don't ask you if you want a dance, they ask you if you want to fuck them. And God damn it, that is exactly what I've always said has been missing from strip clubs I've been to in North America! You see a hot chick perform and you think, "damn, I wish I could fuck her."

I'll start from the beginning, so bear with me as I go into a lot of detail.

Walking in, you are greeted by a bunch of bald-headed, middle-aged Eastern European guys. They didn't look like mafia, or particularly tough, just a little surly. To the right is the ticket booth. Entry is 300 kc (less than $20), but I tried to negotiate for 200. It was 1 am and I didn't think I would spend much time there. No dice, but the ticket lady said they would be open until 6 am. Because the public transit had already closed, I would have to walk home so I thought there may be a chance I keep myself warm and just hang out in the joint until 5 am or so when the subways re-opened.

Be warned. Because of its central location in the heavy tourist area downtown, there are a lot of black guys trying to convince you to go into the club, some legit, some not, offering strange deals like 300 kc for entry and free beer, which can be a lie. Inside the door, beside the ticket booth, they had another woman trying to upsell you. She was a young, blonde, Russian with hair tied back and very attractive. But you can see in her eyes she could also be cunning. Being inside the club, her offer was probably legit, but still too much: 1600 kc (a little under $100) for unlimited drinks. I declined, checked in my coat and walked in.

You start on the upper level, hit by a wave of music, lights, sound, people, and energy - disconcerting to a novice. Like any other strip club you've been to, there are tables and chairs scattered about, with some girls walking around and sitting beside guests. I was aware of the sex part and didn't know how it worked, but assumed, like a strip club, the girl would approach you. I walked down the stairs, towards the far side of the stage where comfy sofas lined the walls. I thought that would be a good place to start.

Scanning the premises, I noticed the girls were younger and prettier, on average, than those at showpark. You also had closer averages. Instead of 9 bodies with 6 faces, you got solid 6-6, 7-7, 8-8's. No real surprises. There was also a lot of variety. A few old ladies, young girls, model-types, and black girls...too many black girls. There was even Blossom. Yes, Blossom, like the girl from the 90's sitcom. Spitting image. She looked way too young, kind of ugly, but bounding with youthful energy. She followed another girl around I guess as a student learning the trade, but there was something unsettling about it because she was too ugly, young, and too enthusiastic, smiling at every opportunity. I could swear that was retard happiness; you know, when retards are happy at just experiencing anything new, they get all giddy. Kind of sad.



a handy menu was on the table, giving you the option of a table dance or other mini show. For what you can get at showpark, it didn't seem worth it. While I was there, no one took up any of these options.

A stripper was dancing on the stage when a young Mongolian girl approached me. She was young...maybe 20-21, cute, but not my type. She asked how I was and seemed genuinely very friendly. She wanted to know if I'd be interested in any activities, but I declined. She understood, smiled, and walked away. A second girl, who reminded me of Jamie Lynn Sigler, stopped by. Small talk was exchanged about where we were from. She asked me where I thought she was from and I said "Italy". Flattered, she shook her head. OK, I read up beforehand about these places. She must be either Ukrainian or Russian. She was the former. Again I declined and she happily walked away. For the most part, all the girls were like this. Very friendly and not pushy at all. You politely decline and they walk away. They'll leave you alone for most of the evening afterwards. The only exception being the black girls. They were scary aggressive. No small talk whatsoever. The first one sat down next to me and point blank: "I suck your cock?". They were all dark-skinned, with tribal-type faces, not the more westernized look like Beyonce, Rihanna, or Mya. Another black girl didn't even sit down next to me. She stood in front of me and smacked my balls, calling out, "Let's fuck now". HELL NO!

I ordered the cheapest thing they had, which was the beer on tap for 89 kc ($5). Quite reasonable compared to anything in Toronto, but borderline outrageous in Prague. It was very relative. You could have a bottle of name-brand whisky, liquer, vodka, etc, for just 990 kc ($56) whic when shared among a group of friends, is a great price for a night out, but again, relative because it costs just 200 kc for a bottle of the stuff in the supermarket here, and most restaurants don't charge more than double retail for a bottle.

The floor show surprises. In a typical strip club, girls go on stage, dance, strip, and repeat. But at the Sexy Go Go, there is variety. Shortly after I came in, the live sex show started. Monk chant music played as a guy wearing a robe came out and motioned to the crowd like he was preaching. A nun followed behind. He turned towards the nun, who dropped to her knees with her hands in prayer, face him, before moving her hands under his rob, grabbing his cock out, and sucking on it. Everything live, right there. They proceeded to disrobe, and fuck in a variety of positions before he got up with her on her knees, finishing on her face. Paper towels appeared out of nowhere it seems and they packed up, bowed, and left the stage.

Next up was a stripper that was a dead ringer for a fashion model. She was tall, very lean, with high cheekbones and a small, tight ass. Not Victoria Secret runway, but traditional runway where the chicks are a bit stick-like. If you ever imagined what a fashion model might look like strip-dancing, this was it. Not quite sexy because she was so skinny, but it satisfied that part of my curiousity and imagination.

What followed was more strippers and dancers. Around the club, were three young dancers, the kind you see on stage performances at concerts or in music videos. 19-20, 5'4 at most, and really tight dancer bodies. They were easy 9's. Young tight bodies. Trouble was, they were part of the sex entertainment. You could make an offer, but would likely be turned down. They danced on stage every once in a while, as a sort of intermission between the shows.

Other acts included a more traditional can can dance, without nudity and just lots of leg kicks, a really fat, old lady singing czech opera tunes, a lesbian show with this one involving a teacher and student, and near the end of the evening, a real fat lady dressed in traditional czech garb, stripping. I applaud them for the variety, but seeing that fat chick naked made my dick limp for an hour. She was taller than me and easily 300+ pounds. I couldn't even see her pussy. It disappeared somewhere in the folds of the skin, possible where the breasts merged with the stomach and became an undulating wave of fat.

The point is, you never got bored with the show and could sit there all evening just watching the stage, which is what I did.



Sitting for hours, you have to relieve yourself every so often and it came as quite a surprise how clean the bathrooms were. They weren't modern and new, but very clean and had the fresh smell of oranges in the air from freshly sliced oranges in the urinals.

In the men's bathroom, I struck up a conversation with a Russian university student named Alexander. Later on, he introduced me to his friends, Elia, Tom, and Tesla. Their parents sent them to Prague to study and hopefully find a job. As Tom explained to me, the Czech Republic's universities are considered some of the best in Europe and certainly better than most in Russia except for the University of Moscow, which is also notoriously hard to get into. Sitting and drinking, they told me about the other clubs they went to such as one called Captain Nemo which was highly regarded by some of the punters in the chat forums. If I could trust anyone's judgement, it was 4 university boys whose tastes were similar to mine: hot, young, and slender. Captain Nemo was the complete opposite of those qualities and should be avoided. Tom told me he wasn't interested in any of Sexy Go Go's girls because he had a girlfriend, and showed me her picture. She was a raven-haired brunette, resembling a younger version of the evil chick in Prison Break, wearing a skimpy little bikini. Nice.

Continuing our talk about other clubs, they described the two other clubs next to Sexy Go Go, which I was also interested in: Darling and Atlas. They thought the girls prettier at Sexy and the entertainment better, which is what others have said. Also much cheaper.

While Showpark cost 1000 kc ($57) per half hour, Sexy Go Go's standard rate was 1800 kc for 20 minutes, 2300 kc for the half hour, and 4000 kc for the hour. That was double the costs of showpark, but you were getting significantly better product. The girls at Sexy were younger, more uniform in quality as I mentioned earlier, and the areas were well lit to see them from as much as 10ft, clearly, whereas you often didn't know what you got at Showpark until you were right up to their noses and seeing a hot chick from a few feet away turn into a total hag up close, has been a regular occurance for me at showpark. Compared to Toronto and most North American cities, it's slightly cheaper, but the huge advantage is you get to see and speak with the girls before deciding whether or not to go all the way. Regular punters in the chat rooms often repeat the mantra that the overall experience depends on the chemistry between the two of you. You could have a 10, but if she is not smiling and acting like a dead log, you'll feel very disappointed. Whereas an 8 who gives you the time of your life, putting her hands all over you and enthusiastically appreciating your company, is easily remembered.

In Toronto, a strip club such as For Your Eyes Only can operate out of a 5 storey building, but only used up 2 of the stories. You can wonder what the other floors are for. At Sexy Go Go, those other floors are the apartments where you fuck the whores. Once you've settled on a girl and agree to go to the rooms, she takes your money and uses a portion of it to pay the club to rent the room for the duration agreed upon. I don't know how much it is, but I'm guessing it's not that cheap. That explains how the club gets a cut of it.

You are led around a passage to a quiet area with elevators and stairs, taking you up to the rooms. The rooms are way bigger and more accomodating than the almost sterile, purpose-built, closets of showpark. Showpark felt trailer trash because the rooms resembled sleeping areas in a trailer, but Sexy Go Go had regular sized apartments of about 250-300 square feet with a double bed, tv, radio, mirror, and shower.

Back to pricing: the other clubs, Darling and Atlas, were far more expensive. Darling asked for 3000 kc per half hour, which was 3 times that of showpark and well above most girls in any North American city. That could be justified if you were sleeping with high 9's and 10's, but it didn't seem like there were any according to the Russian kids.

As the night progressed, we had a good time. At one point, a tall, Amazonian blonde led Alexander up onto the stage and simulated oral with a dildo on him and brought her pussy up to his face as she slid the dildo in and out of her vagina. He was horribly nervous up in front of everyone, despite having a hot chick naked in front of him, but it was justified because she also towered over him, with legs that could probably crush him. Elia was falling asleep as the group also waited out at the club until public transit restarted. Tom was getting a little bored and Tesla was snuggling up to a girl he'd been trying to neck all night. Tom explained Tesla wanted to fuck the girl for free, but Tom said to me pointedly, "you know that's not possible. she is whore and she wants money". Tesla and the girl had hidden away onto one of the sofas, away from my view. When I came back from the bathroom, the girl was gone and Tesla was in a bad mood. I could guess what happened: fed up that Tesla was just interested in trying to get a free one and jerking her around for two hours when she could've found some other punter willing to pay, she eventually told him to fuck off. By then, Alexander and Elia had gone home and Tesla and Tom decided to take off, perhaps hitting an afterparty somewhere.

I stayed by myself for the rest of the night, not the slightest bit sleepy because of the excitement still coursing through me. This was a fantastic new experience. But around 5:30am, I decided to take off. The club was still hopping. If anything, there were now more guys here and the girls were still going around, trying to fuck. I just didn't want to be around to watch the inevitably weird spectacle of a strip club closing for the night. And the girl dancing on stage barely did anything except the two step for three whole songs and still hadn't taken anything off. By the time she did, I was unimpressed and a little angry.

Overall, Sexy was a great experience and highly recommended, especially when you compare it to strip clubs back home. For $100, you can get a 5 song lap dance lasting maybe 20 minutes, whereas you get full service for 20 minutes, at the same price.

Say Hello To Daddy

The surreal just keeps happening. I'll get to the gay porn star in a second. It's a douzy.

Today, I shot Nataly - one of the cutest and erotic pornstars to come out of the Czech Republic in years. When she first walked in, I was floored. Tanned, with skin smooth as silk, she looked better in person than many of her pictures. I was really worried before our meeting because much of her previous photo work didn't turn out that great. Honestly, what I shot didn't do her justice either, but I can't be faulted because I was using an experimental camera and lacked proper lighting.

This was my very first shoot in Prague and it started horribly. I'm shooting everything in my hotel room, to save costs and because it's just convenient. Despite being booked in similar gigs, it's never easy meeting strangers this way even if you did have the proper attitude. She came in, looked at me with a bit of worry and was somewhat cold, but by the end of the shoot, she was happily showing me her family photos, asking me to add her in facebook, and calling up the booking agent to tell him what a great guy I was to work with and wanted to work with me again. Absolutely fantastic! Except for the family photo part.

Call me a romantic, but I actually cared and when I saw the pics of her brother and father, I could not look at her like someone I really wanted to sleep with. Something about it just made it way too personal, like a friend talking to another friend.

This is where it got a little interesting. The gay pornstar you see above, is her FATHER: Robert Van Damme. That's right, GAY pornstar. Look at the dude. He's 40 years old and looks better than anyone I know my age. When the two go out together, people mistaken them for boyfriend and girlfriend all the time because they both look great. That's when the other "aw shit" moment came to mind: he's the same age my first girlfriend is now. That means if the stars-aligned in some cosmically, messed-up way, I could've slept with my first girlfriend's daughter.

Sleeping with girlfriends' daughters, gay pornstars with sexy, 20 year old daughters doing straight porn, thoughts of how both father and daughter love to suck cock - all too much for my mind, or any mind. I haven't told you guys about the pissing part yet. Yeah, I shot her pissing. Would've liked to shoot her with someone pissing on her face, but once again, it doesn't feel right after you've seen the family photos.

Showpark

Presenting, Showpark. It's supposedly the largest brothel of its kind in Europe, but it operates more like a flesh mall. The girls pay about 4000 kc (a little over $200) per day to rent a tiny, 120 square foot room with an elevated bed, tv with music and erotic channels, and a minifridge (minibar). There are 62 rooms, spread out in the entire floor of a renovated warehouse. Imagine if the Distillery district had a brothel and you get the idea. The area is up and coming like the Distillery 10 years ago with other trendy lounges, restaurants, and bars, mixed in with sex shops and a daily outdoor flea market populated by Vietnamese booths selling knockoffs, cheap Chinese stuff, and pirated wares.

I'm all over the place because I'm tired so forgive my lack of narrative direction.

Showpark is a must for every male tourist. The experience is surreal. Stepping in, you are greeted by friendly, university-age employees in uniformed polo shirts and casual pants. It costs about $10 to get in, but I bought a pass that's good for 10 admissions, for $30. The surroundings have a night club/strip club feel with dim lighting accented by neon or coloured halogens here and there. Winding corridors are lined with the rooms mentioned before, with a little light above each room. If the light is on, it means the girl is with a client. There are about 62 rooms, with the floorspace divided in the middle by administration and the cafe/lounge I mentioned in my last post. The girls can set their own prices, but because of competition, pricing doesn't vary much between the hottest girls. The older whores and the ones working in the afternoons are a little cheaper. The rent covers an entire day, but attractive girls can easily break even and then some, with a few hours of work. It costs about $60 per half hour session and trying to negotiate with one of the girls, the hot ones weren't budging much for longer periods because they know they can easily get another half hour at full price with another pervert.

As luck would have it, I came during the opening of an erotic art exhibition. It's one of those art shows rich yuppies put on because they either have the money, or they're blowing a dude that is. I think this is the latter because one of the artist was female. There were a few photos and drawings, all available for sale, but NOTHING was good enough to buy. Art is subjective, but do you expect anything showcased in a brothel to be good?

Whatever the case, this art exhibition was a big deal. The brothel turned into a yorkville-like lounge. People dressed smart casual, with the artists dressing bum-chic. Champagne and cigars was everywhere. Guests mingled with hookers and each other. The cafe/lounge area was the busiest because that's where the bar is, but there was action around because the artwork was posted all along the corridors. Perhaps this night in particular was more surreal than normal because of the strange company of yuppies and artists, with hookers 5 feet away from them trying to work. If you were remotely interested in the art, you'd have to walk along the dim halls, stopping and looking at the pieces, passing half naked women as you go along. I can read the artists minds now: "the exhibition itself is an art piece. you are looking at eroticism, while being immersed in it". Fucking yuppie-speak. If I were a hooker, I'd be pissed, seeing these rich kids showing off their stupid hand-drawings, while I have to sell my body to make enough money to pay the mortgage or my mother's medication. The worst part is, these yuppies are just sitting around drinking and smoking, not hiring any of the girls and helping them make a little money.

Like I mentioned in my last post, I thought showpark may be a good place to score free wifi and work on porn. The internet connection was quite good and it was a blast watching the hookers walk by, start work, grab a coffee or drink from the bar, or play a little in the mini casino just off to the side. It was a trendy place to chill.

The girls were hot. Speaking with some of the staff earlier, I learned thursday and fridays around 9 were the best times. Here's the freakonomics of it: most girls would probably have day jobs or school so weekdays are mostly a wash. They'd want weekends to themselves to do their own thing too, so the best time to work would be thursday and fridays. Most wouldn't be driving there and take the transit system. Because of their regular day jobs/school, they wouldn't work late anyways and with the transit system shutting down at midnight, most would work till 11 at the latest. This analysis was proven true while I was there. I took a walk through when I came in, and a walk through when I left and most of the hottest chicks were gone by then. It's definitely better to go earlier, even close to the end of work hours. Not only are there less customers, the girls are also fresher.

Speaking of customers, I didn't see a lot of white-trash, truck-driver types. The company that runs showpark tries to present an upscale image and it must be working because most of the punters were young, decent-looking men.

The girls were also a surprise. I expected more slave-traded, eastern european girls, old ladies, moms, with the occasional hot, young chick, but most of the girls were 24 and under with rocking bodies. Walking around Prague, you don't see many fat people like you do in America, so all the chicks are in good shape. Even the few old ladies and moms at Showpark, were in good shape. Up close, you start to see a little wear on the faces. You could tell the girls were young, but some exhibited the ravages of too much partying and smoking. Smoking is probably the most likely cause as I've seen girls in Prague smoke way more than the men. At showpark, the girl sitting at the next table went through half a pack in less than an hour. At the restaurant I went to last night, the two bitches sitting at the table next to me, finished a brand new pack between the two of them during dinner. WTF.

As the evening drew to a close, I ran out of time and couldn't try any of the girls. Well, that's not true. There are plenty of cabs available so even if I didn't make the subway, I could cab back to the hotel. If there was a chick hot enough, I probably would, but you can see how the pricing warps your sense of values when a lay with a girl costs $60 and a taxi back to the hotel costs almost the same. :)

On my way out, I walked by a hot blonde who had Paris Hilton's body, with Nicole Richie's face..and bigger breasts. She was a looker. Maybe 5'9 at least. I was really considering her, but when I asked her the price and if she spoke english, the minor attitude put me off enough to decide to go home.

11:30 and hungry as hell because I haven't eaten all day. So what's a guy to do when you're downtown, just came from a club, and need a quick bite? A street sausage of course! Not like what you think here. They have huge, self-contained stands and clean cooking grills. I ended my night with a jumbo, Wenclasas special for $1.75. The great thing is, these stands also sell beer, but I wasn't in the mood. The lady selling the dogs did give me a free sip of their famous hot wine, which was really good on this cold night.

Kind of gay I end this night eating sausage though.

Wifi In A Brothel? Great Idea!

Problem: Jetlagged, 11 pm, wide awake, and in need of an internet connection to do work, but the free internet at the hotel in the suburbs is 1996 slow, and the somewhat faster connection costs $70 per 24 hours. Internet cafes, coffee shops, and much of the transport system are closed so I need to find someplace that opens until 5-6am when the transit system reopens.

For most people, the sensible solution would be to simply find a nice hotel lobby downtown that has free wifi. Being a porn producer and requiring more privacy to work on adult content, another solution came to mind: the Cafe at Showpark - the famous Czech Brothel.

I'll tell you guys more about showpark in a later post, but it's not some dive or brownstone like you see in Amsterdam. Imagine showpark looking like a nightclub. In the center is the administration area and places to congregate. There are two wings consisting of 30 or so rooms each. These rooms are leased by the girls. Instead of pimping out girls, they just supply the location, rooms, and marketing. It's up to the girls how much they charge. They just have to pay for the lease.

Inside you'll find a mini casino, bar, and changing rooms. New this year is their Cafe area. On my first walk through, I was stunned. You're walking through hallways resembling a nightclub, only to walk into a very modern-looking, high-class, lounge/cafe. It must be their way of trying to get punters to spend more time here. In between fucking sessions, you can have a pick-me-up. It's also a great place to wait for girls to arrive/become available, and meet some who may walk by. It makes sense because the girls are not working for the company, and thus if they are spending an entire day working, they need a place to chill and relax too.

It was a no brainer for me: free wifi, refreshments, opened late, and the comfort of being able to work on porn material without having to worry or feel embarrassed if someone catches a look at my screen, like my experiences so far at other coffee shops and sandwich places.

The image you see above is a 3D rendering. When I visited, not all the furniture was in place, but it looked like the rendering. You know the company running the joint has serious money if they can afford such a amazing remodel AND 3D rendering of the modelling...for a brothel!