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Gentlemen,

Since some of RVF's members are fans of the best newspaper ever, The eXile, I will take the liberty of bringing the epic Whore-R Stories to your attention. These consist of The eXile's founder Mark Ames hiring some Russian / Ukrainian prostitutes in Moscow (and elsewhere in the FSU) and describing all the details of the encounters. My favorite Whore-R Stories are these:

• Nine Years, Nine Whores, Nine Hours (2006): to celebrate the 9th anniversary of The eXile, Ames takes some Viagra and tries to fuck 9 whores in only 9 hours. His whoring marathon did not go as planned.
  

• A tale of two whores (2003): Ames finds two young Ukrainian hookers in Moscow and takes them home for a good fucking. One of the whores is a happy whore, the other one a sad whore. The happy whore talks nonstop. The sad whore wanted to shack up with Ames the morning after so she could quit whoring, but he kicked her out of the house.
  

• Meditations on Misogyny (2003): more introspection than fucking in this one; Ames ponders on women in that jaded, disenchanted way of someone who has actually lived life. Almost reads like a rant on RVF, or a Roosh blog post.
  

• Masha 4-Everyone (2005): the most hysterically funny of all whore-r stories, imho. Ames hires an Ukrainian whore to watch a moralist self-righteous Swedish movie about sex-trafficking and exploitation of women in the FSU. The whore laughed at it. Ames then fucked her.
  

The Whore-R, the Whore-R! I do love these stories because they're so depressing, they're almost cheerful. The stories are about people whose lives have been full of tragedy, disappointment, and danger... and, yet, they still endure and retain a speck of optimism in the face of enormous adversities.

Some photos of the whores:

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The last one was fucking depressing.. maybe cause im from there, maybe cause one of my crushes became a whore... good writer though

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(11-12-2013 09:01 PM)calihunter Wrote:  The last one was fucking depressing

To cheer up, read eXile plays the whores (2002) or eXile: 1, Whore: 0 (2002), in which the eXile team hires whores to play chess with, since they were tired of being defeated by Russian masters, and even 8-year-old girls from the nearest chess club.

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Ahh, memories. Was at one of the exile's annual parties in Moscow in the early 2000s and saw both Taibbi and Ames there, amazing time. It's a shame they kind of went off the rails and finally moved abroad. In the book Mark Ames admitted to having sex with an underage girl, hookers, heroin use, etc. Taibbi has definitely made a name for himself since then.

They definitely captured an era of Russia that is gone now, but honestly that lifestyle is really unhealthy. Roosh's approach of bettering oneself by reading, traveling, and having a healthy sex life is better and more fulfilling than the crazy expat life of 1990's Russia.

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The "Masha-4-Everyone" story is hilarious and very interesting. I love it how she recognizes her own experience as pretty similarly painful to the one depicted in the over-the-top movie, yet has absolutely no urge to be considered a "victim" that needs to be "rescued" or any sympathy for the colonialist anti-trafficking movements trying to do that. And she pretty much did go through one of the worst things possible in whore life. I wonder how whroes who had ok backgrounds and simply started doing it to get some luxuries feel about it.

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(11-16-2013 05:19 AM)BigDave Wrote:  It's a shame they kind of went off the rails and finally moved abroad. In the book Mark Ames admitted to having sex with an underage girl, hookers, heroin use, etc. Taibbi has definitely made a name for himself since then. They definitely captured an era of Russia that is gone now, but honestly that lifestyle is really unhealthy.

Here's what Taibbi said in 2010 about his time at the eXile:

Quote:When I first contacted Taibbi for this story, he replied unenthusiastically. “Ugh. No way I can talk you out of this, huh?” he e-mailed. “In the end nobody really wants to read about a couple of overgrown suburban teenagers writing about anal sex and the clap and then calling themselves revolutionaries when some third-world dictator gets bored of letting them stay published.”

He then fell out of touch, re-emerged a month later, and agreed to meet me for lunch at a Manhattan restaurant. I arrived late, and he was visibly annoyed. There was no boyish smile. “I just don’t see why you’re doing this story,” he said. When I told him that Ames was now living in New York he grew more agitated. I mentioned some of the Exile pieces of his I planned to write about, and he said, “That was covered in the book.” I told him yes, that was true, but the book had been published in 2000, and, frankly, I didn’t think it was very good.

“The book wasn’t good?” he said.

“No, I didn’t think so,” I said.

“My book?” he said.

“Yes, the Exile book. I thought it was redundant and discursive and you guys left out a lot of the good stuff you did,” I said.

At this, Taibbi’s mouth turned down and his eyes narrowed.

“Fuck you,” he snarled, and then picked up his mug from the table, threw his coffee at me, and stormed out.

The restaurant was packed with customers, and they all turned to watch as I sat there, stunned, coffee dripping from my face. The waiter arrived with the milkshake Taibbi had ordered. After wiping myself off a bit, I went outside, where Taibbi was putting on his coat, and asked him to calm down and come back into the restaurant. He walked up to me, glaring, beside himself with rage.

“Fuck you!” he yelled. “Did you bring me here to insult me? Who are you? What have you ever written? Fuck you!”

I tried to talk to him, but gave up when he walked away. I went back inside, paid the bill, left, and began walking up Sixth Avenue. Halfway up the block, I turned around, and Taibbi was behind me.

“Are you following me?,” I asked. He walked toward me, raising his arms as though preparing to throttle me or take a swing.

“I still haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you!” he said.

“Are you kidding?,” I asked.

And at that moment I thought he might be kidding. There was part of me that thought it must have been a prank. I half expected some old Exile accomplice, maybe even Ames, to jump out from behind a tree with a camera. Maybe they’d been setting me up all along. Maybe there was horse sperm in the coffee. But the anger in Taibbi’s eyes was genuine, and, after some more glaring, he fumed off. That was the last I saw of him.

Eventually, Taibbi sent lengthy responses to e-mailed lists of questions. “I once considered Mark my best friend,” he wrote. “When I left I never thought I was burning my bridges to The Exile permanently, and being shut out as I have been from all contact with the paper I helped build during these seven years, not even having my letters answered at any time by Mark or anyone else on the paper during that period, this is one of the truly unhappy things that has ever happened in my life. Both The Exile and Mark’s friendship were very important to me, as were the memories of both of those things, and I’ve lost all of that now. That I’m now being accused of not only wanting to harm the paper, but desiring Mark’s maiming or even his death, only deepens my sadness about all of this.” He went on to say that “most people by the time they get old are full of regrets about the things they never got around to doing when they were young, but thanks to the paper I won’t ever have that problem.” But, he concluded, “if you romanticize any of that ugliness, I’m pretty sure you’re missing the point.”

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This guy has definitely "been there".
Most of the MRA type misogyny stuff I've read on the internet seems fake and gay (especially redditors, sheesh), contrived after much reading of Roissy's archives and getting righteously indignant during long sessions of Girl Writes What on youtube, at least compared to this guy's pretty bizarre journalism. Very interesting. I'm sad to hear that the exile is no longer solvent.

Edit: Damn, this website is awesome. I really like Vlad's Daily Gloat and pretty much all of the articles are hilarious. I have work in like five hours but don't even give a shit - this stuff is too good not to binge on. It sucks to be living at home and a little ueber-Russian-centric hilarity is some quality escapism. Better than going to the movies.

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Actually the best stuff published in the exile IMHO are the war nerd series. Some really amazing and funny analysis of various historical campaigns.

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(11-17-2013 03:13 AM)BigDave Wrote:  Actually the best stuff published in the exile IMHO are the war nerd series.

I love the War Nerd (aka: Gary Brecher, John Dolan), too. After the eXile closed down in 2008, he was writing articles for its successor, the eXiled. He wrote a bunch of awesome articles during the war in Libya in 2011, e.g.:

• Libya, by da yout’, for da yout’… for now
  

• Does this guy look Libyan to you?
  

but the best of them all is the following IMHO:

• Assassinations: where Accounting meets Human Resources
  

Brecher is now blogging at the NSFW Corporation.