Bitch-Air The fucking flight

 

Last weekend, I had the pleasure of attending a bachelor party. One of my university friends decided to close his eyes and jump into the chasm, at the bottom of which await the rocks of the institution of marriage. These rocks, sooner or later, will crush the guy, but he knows what he's getting into, but that's not the point right now. He's the division director of a brokerage firm, which, translated into the economic language of a bachelor party, means that the party's budget was at least 6 figures. The guy has a huge penthouse apartment in the city center where this whole jamboree took place, so thankfully we didn't have to walk the Ráday street - Teréz körút - Budapest nightlife route wearing "this is the last day of my life" world pity t-shirts, as unfortunately happened last summer. A bachelor house party is the coolest combination in the world. There was no problem with alcohol, because this animal bought a crate of Black Velvet and Bacardi, and everyone brought at least one bottle of something as a gift, or at least to get drunk from. In every party, just like in this one, there was a real asshole, about whom no one really knows how the hell he ended up there, but usually it's some relative of the celebrated person in such cases, and of course, it was no different now. I have never seen such a colossal idiot, because this animal managed to arrive with his GIRLFRIEND in hand with a 2-liter coke, and damn it, the girl he brought knew the bride. We couldn't decide who should beat this idiot up, but I think the host took on this role, and then subtly told the girl that if she turned left at the gate, she would find a taxi more easily. But damn, I've never seen someone bring their girlfriend to a bachelor party. After this, I was just waiting for this idiot to pull out his sandwich wrapped in a napkin, which he made for himself at home. In everyone's family or circle of friends, there's an unbearable jerk who is capable of such moves at any time, and whom we don't want to invite, but we can't say, "hey, it's almost half past six, and you've found the beer in the fridge, introduce yourself while you're putting on your coat"... It was incredible to watch. We got over this shock with difficulty, but on the principle that the bachelor party must go on, we continued drinking and moved towards the inevitable and best part of the evening, when the prostitutes slowly arrive. Gábor didn't mess around with this either, as he immediately ordered two. The girls were 20 and 22 years old, and looked like any girl at Ötkert or in the corridors of ELTE or KVIF. I didn't mention these places by chance, because the reason I started writing this post will really start to make sense from now on…

The girls each received 30,000 forints, which included a show, eating whipped cream from the appropriate places, and a shared half an hour with Gábor in a room, taking turns. In other words, while one was with him, we could do whatever we wanted with the other for a certain amount of money. It's an interesting life, but at least they openly do what other girls do night after night, just without money, or maybe for a bottle of Martini sparkling wine and a table of company. I have never paid for sex and I don't plan to, because somehow I don't have the appetite to sleep with a prostitute, although Dave and I had an interesting evening when the girl we picked up turned out to be a prostitute. I won't go into detail about what happened that night, I'd rather describe a much more interesting and instructive conversation I had with one of the bachelor party girls, let's call her Andi. Before I start describing the conversation, in view of the whole story, you should know that I was involved in nightlife at one time. I've seen a lot of things, experienced quite a few things, rough nights, witnessed conversations and events that I simply couldn't have imagined before. I got to know the girls of the night, so I'm aware of what's going on in Budapest's nightlife between 10 PM and 8 AM.

A few years ago, I viewed this world and the people surrounding the night from the inside, so I know exactly what goes on in agencies, in the dream district, and generally in entertainment venues where the bar's turnover exceeds 1 million forints in one evening. Let's go back a bit to Andi from the bachelor party, because through her, you will understand what I'm talking about. Andi is a 20-year-old girl from Szolnok who is currently attending the Faculty of Business Administration at Corvinus University and is a second-year student. She moved to Budapest two years ago and has been living here ever since. When I found this out, I obviously had no questions, because I know exactly how this works. I've seen the processes of this, and I have to say I understand these girls. Because what is it about? Girls from the countryside want to do something with their lives, so they move to Budapest. Most of them do it because of university or college, but some just come up because they either don't have opportunities or can't stand the rural atmosphere. 

Let's stick to the university example. In 80% of cases, parents find it very difficult or impossible to support their child. There's the dormitory, of course, but there are few things worse than that, so renting a flat + utilities that need to be paid remains. You also need to eat something, and after all, we're talking about the most beautiful young years. At such times, parties are also mandatory, and we haven't even talked about clothing, resit fees, textbooks, and personal needs yet. If the parent cannot support their child, they have to earn the money themselves. Some crappy student job for 400 forints an hour, which boils down to leafleting, frying potatoes, or some data entry swamp. Apart from the waste student jobs, scholarships could also be a source of income, but we're talking about ridiculous amounts here, because what is it that someone with a 4.7 average gets 22,500 Ft! They would have to live on this at 18-19-20 years old in Budapest + the above costs. The first somewhat normal job that comes to mind is hostessing, and this is where the story begins. Promotions for Milka, greeting guests at a home trend exhibition, there's nothing wrong with that, and you can earn 6-10 thousand forints a day with it. Yes, but these are just entry-level jobs, the lowest caste of hostessing. After this come the truly paying jobs, and those who are beautiful are quickly noticed and offered jobs that come with more money, but in exchange for the increased money, they obviously have to take on more, and indeed many of them do. This is a captivating spiral, and a stronger drug than the smell of money has not yet been invented. The more beautiful a girl is, the more exclusive events and parties she is invited to hostess, where the sharks who are successful in life are already present, and who can get almost anything with their money. Money meets female beauty and the life of a successful man. I don't need to derive this equation for everyone to roughly know what the result will be. Formula 1 jobs, private company parties, entering a world where the biggest problem is no longer paying tuition fees and the 30,000 forint rent. From this point on, however, it's up to the girls how much money flows to them, and we're still not talking about them having to have sex for money.

As I said, everything starts with hostessing jobs, and those who have the inclination or simply the desire for more money will sooner or later say yes, first only to a photoshoot, then with less and less clothing. Here, the path forks, and everyone can decide which way they want to go. Very few girls say that this is enough for them, thank you very much, because whoever has come this far will not turn back. Especially not when the really big money can only be talked about after this. The other path is meeting the aforementioned sharks and exploiting the opportunities hidden in that, while the third path is erotic work. Travel and so much money in one day that they couldn't earn in 1 year with "normal" work. The sight of money is capable of many things, and they will get into more and more, and in return, they will get a standard of living that when they weigh their current lifestyle, they won't really have any questions, because they will get the answers from Ferenc Deák and the baroque-style structures of the 100 euro banknote. Andi is currently going down the same path, only she doesn't do it in front of the camera, but in everyday life.

This is a terrible thing, by the way, because it's very difficult to get out of it precisely because of the money, because if you're used to a certain standard of living, it's damn hard to give up. You earn 6-8 thousand euros a month, some even more. And if you finish school, will you go to job interviews to get a job for 140 thousand a month + cafeteria? Many lives are ruined at this point because this work cannot be endured mentally for long, and from then on, it's a straight path to cocaine, which helps to endure all of this. I've been in an apartment where three porn actresses lived together, and I saw the conditions they lived in because cocaine, alcohol, and nightlife completely destroyed them. Many can't stand not only the work but also the sudden amount of money, and they even go to Friday's for breakfast. These are sad things, but everything has a price, and they decided to pay it. We are not a superpower in many things, but certainly in women and parties. Of course, it's also an open secret to everyone that most, and especially these new types of highly successful casting and massage porn (Bangbros, RealityKings, Publicinvasion, Woodman), mostly feature Hungarian girls, and the source seems inexhaustible. Let me give you an example of the numbers we're talking about. A foreign guy lives on the banks of the Danube, who has a shipping company in the port of Hamburg. Hold on tight now... The guy gets girls from an agency 6 times a week, but the guy has a stipulation that they send him girls under 23, and the same girl cannot go to him more than once, meaning if a girl has already been with him once, they cannot send her out again. I don't know if I've made myself clear, so the guy has sex with different girls 6 times a week for YEARS, and the same girl cannot go twice!!!!! This is the first important point of this post. How many girls do you think it takes to satisfy the needs of this guy and who knows how many other guys like him? We haven't even talked about foreign businessmen staying in our city, private corporate parties of Hungarian top executives, bachelor parties, the incredible number of massage parlors, the angels of nightlife, the girls who are already abroad, the consumption of the average Hungarian citizen, or the world of porn.

Tens of thousands of young girls are needed for this, and these girls live among us. Where do these girls who satisfy this demand come from? When I said these girls live among us, I meant that they are completely average girls from next door. And the craziest thing is that these girls are closer to you than anyone would think. I personally know girls (yes, more than one) who have had boyfriends for years, and even work alongside it, but 2-3 times a month they go to a London businessman for sex. They get 300 euros for it and go home to their boyfriend with the excuse of "I had a girls' night out with my friends." There are many such cases, and believe me, I'm not talking about 10, not 20, and not 100 girls who do this. Now, I'm sure someone will say that they feel very sorry for me for moving in such circles where I only see this. But I would still ask, where on earth does a 21-22-year-old girl in school without parental support get the money to spend a summer at festivals, or where does that 65,000 forint Guess bag and Dior sunglasses come from? I'm talking about an incredible and incomprehensible number of average-looking girls, which an outsider, so to speak, cannot even comprehend, and I don't blame them for that. Half of the modeling agencies and event organizing offices deal with this, and networks known to everyone mediate girls to Europe or anywhere in Budapest, which I don't want to name here.

Hostess jobs, portfolio photoshoots, or a free makeup session... It doesn't matter how, but the point is to collect the girls' contact information, and sooner or later, they will be offered a photoshoot first, and those who are willing will be offered everything else, until they find themselves abroad, earning thousands of euros a week. Human trafficking is no longer what it used to be, with pimps and exploited prostitutes. The same industry as before is conducted within legal frameworks, only with hundreds of times more profit, and in such a way that it is maximally beneficial for the girls as well, so the win-win situation will never be overturned, and it's not in anyone's interest anyway. They spend 2-3 weeks in Austria at a multi-millionaire's 3-day pool party, then come home because the exam period begins. Not many people can resist such an amount of money, especially since it's slowly becoming a social prestige to be a porn star or a prostitute. In 2009, I met a Kuwaiti girl who worked as a prostitute in the Netherlands and Belgium, then, as usually happens, she moved up a level and now she mediates girls abroad. She told me about the processes and my jaw dropped at what I heard. Everyone collects girls differently; she specifically picks them up at high-end entertainment venues. (Speaking of entertainment venues and their angels, since I mentioned it, what is it about in short? Clubs employ decorative girls for an evening, whose task is to have as many guys as possible buy them cocktails and champagne, thus generating as much turnover at the bar as possible...)

So, those certain prostitute services are more frequent than a Budapest-Gödöllő scheduled bus service by Volánbusz. The main destinations are, without exception, wealthy businessmen, celebrities, or simply those who can afford hourly rates around 4-500 euros. Italy, Germany, the Benelux countries, Switzerland, Russia, and of course, the top destination, Dubai. With the mention of the Arab Emirates, we have arrived at the top of the prostitution pyramid, because I have been in a BMW 5 Series that was earned in a summer in the desert. Everyone is aware of who represents this line at home, as we only need to think of Eindhoven, the silver girl, the Croatian-Hungarian friendship, some Playmate girls, or even the civis city whose "boyfriend's" fortune was estimated at several billion forints last year. At such times, I am always touched by the overwhelming power of sincere love. 

The concept of prostitution has long ceased to mean what it once did. We are no longer talking about the degenerate alcoholic living in Rákóczi Square who performs oral sex for a can of pills, nor about the prostitute who comes to your house on call. Paris Hilton and the 2000s gave this concept a new meaning and completely redefined the image of prostitution. Exclusive parties, elegant hotels, travel, and a high standard of living characterize this lifestyle, wrapped in an expensive robe with money as the bow and cocaine as the accompanying card. The thought of keeping a prostitute often doesn't even cross men's minds, because a good-looking woman by your side is as much a status symbol as an Aston Martin or a bottle of Cristal champagne, which must be paid for. The girls mentioned above can do what they do because there is a demand for them, and if there is, why shouldn't they do it? Oh, for moral considerations, yeah, right... A significant part of the so-called celebrity world does this. Singers, actresses who would do anything for their rise, and even those you wouldn't expect. But if you don't believe me, feel free to attribute it to the fantasies of a deranged idiot.  

This world has changed, and when I asked Andi what she felt when she had to sleep with some crappy guy she didn't want to, she replied that it no longer bothered her, it was like shaking hands with someone. The everyday girls who live among us and do all this, each according to their temperament, without us even noticing. Because they party with us in 4bro, they sit next to us in business economics class, or they are a friend you think you know, but don't forget one thing. A woman cannot exist without secrets, because a woman without secrets would not be a woman...