My name is James Whitaker. I'm 28. I have been traveling around the world since November 2006. I run my internet business from my laptop. My friends think I'm crazy. I think it's crazy to sit a cubicle for more than 5 minutes in a single lifetime. These are my adventures.

My name is James Whitaker. I'm 29. I am back in America, running my internet business and ready to go back on the road for summer 09. These are my adventures.

My name is James Whitaker. I'm 30. I am back in San Luis Obispo for a few months while I decide what to do when I grow up. I still play and work with websites.

January 2, 2008

The Man Spa

Fed up with the heat, and wanting showers, Peter and I went to the Man Spa where we thought we’d maybe sit in the sauna, tell off color jokes with fat Porteno senior citizens, have a massage, and then shower up and leave. Instead, this place was a full blown, unembarrassed whore house. The bitch that rubbed me down was definitely not a masseuse. Not unless massuesses typically have humongous fake tits, rock the botox face, wear skirts with no underwear, and rub your balls from the back every three minutes.

I think this exposed a little bit of my naivete about life in the big city. But it was a decent massage, and armed robbery by US standards. It was only 25 US dollars for an hour…INCLUDING THE BALL RUBBING!!!!

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