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It's not nearly as famous as Amsterdam in this regard, but prostitution is legal in Costa Rica, and it's become quite a big destination for sex tourism. There is one hotel in the capital city of San Jose that is known as the epicenter for this controversial hobby, and finding out details on what to expect and how things work is surprisingly difficult. Michael Paladin is an expat living in Central America, and for the benefit of his friends and others who are interested, he's investigated the Del Ray Hotel, and he's happy to serve as a tour guide for those who are curious about the place.
Here is Michael's account of a night at the Del Ray Hotel, with details and advice near the end: Gabriella, she of the overflowing, stretched beyond all safety margins white miracle fabric tube top was sitting across the 'pit' from me. Long, black hair, blue eyes, a petite body with a magnificent set of un-enhanced breasts that threatened to escape every time she laughed. We'd been visually flirting for about an hour, me at the usual end of the roulette table, she at the 21 table, end seat.
I'd probably had one or two too many Flor de Canas, since they kept bringing them free to the players at the wheel. You can probably imagine where it landed, close enough that she had to bend over to pick it up. In less time than you could say bingo, she'd cashed in her chips and was on the stool beside me, whispering in my ear Do I bring you luck? Now I had to place my chips AND drink with one arm She turned her head to the side, glancing up at me with her dark eyes, glittering make-up and some brand of perfume that created raging fantasies immediately What would you like to do tonight?
She was close enough to whisper that in my ear, which she slightly grazed with her tongue. I could play with you, she laughed, glancing at my stacks of chips. I'll bet you could, I thought. I'm a writer, a researcher, a guide to those who follow in my footsteps, through the twists and turns of Fine - I knocked back the last of the Flor, pushed my stacks forward to the croupier, cashed out and One would have thought that having been given their freedom from the fabric, those magnificent mounds might have ended up further south.
Gravity takes his toll sometimes: I did what I had to do for science, the general fund of knowledge and so forth, just to keep my fellow men abreast of things. They will stop at the mirror by the cashier's cage to check out their cleavage and make-up the light is better there while looking around the lobby, the bar and the casino area for likely targets. Professionals, or part-timers, and dressed to thrill. There is always at least a ratio of women to men, if not more.