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My Riga story, copied from reddit post history so have censored swearing;
TL
R; How I ended up with an hours credit in a brothel in Riga.
Me and a friend were in Riga, Latvia. The fact he was a co-worker is relevant and also the fact this was his first trip aboard that wasn't to a beach resort. I'd arranged the trip as he was interested in the off the beaten path type of travel I enjoy and was a bit on edge as in the last 3 days I'd taken him into the Chernobyl exclusion zone and also had a run in with a soldier in Belarus.
Anyway in Riga I had arranged for us to go shoot some AK47's and we were getting picked up. A top of the range Audi pulls up and two guys get out who look like they have no business owning a car that expensive. Stereotypical gangsters with shaved heads with scars. We get in and head over to the shooting range which turns out to be closed. One of them has a heated phone call then explains that the owner is hungover but will open the place in an hour or so. They say they run a bar we can have a couple of free beers in whilst we wait. It's 10am but sod it.
We then drive for a bit and pull up outside a house with bars over the windows and an electric gate closes behind us. Bit weird. We go into the house and there is a swimming pool in the hallway and we walk over to cream leather bar. They let us know the beers normally cost 7 euro but we can have two free each, anymore and we have to pay. Bit nervous at this point so we get through the first beer quickly and relax a bit and start chatting with the guys. After a bit one of drops the bombshell that this is the best brothel in Latvia and if we get bored there are girls downstairs for 40 eur an hour. ***** sake what've we gotten into.
After another beer I decide that it'd be interesting to chat with them about what it's like to be a gangster running a brothel. After a graphic conversation and being shown photos of various A-List celebrities sitting at the bar we are at they then ask what we do for a living. I mention we work for a gambling company and realise I've made a mistake immediately. "You guys must have a lot of money then?". ****. "Maybe you come back tonight and break the brothel record?". My friend asks "What's the brothel record?" as he doesn't have a single inkling of what they could mean. "11" the guy responds. "11 what?" says my friend. My mouth is agape at this point. "11 girls at the same time". This is the point where most people would do the math in their head but my friend did it out loud. "11 girls, that's 440 eur so 480 eur would break the record. I can afford that.". **** **** ****. I mutter to him that they don't know he isn't serious. One of the guys starts to walk off saying he's going to arrange it for tonight. "No no no!" I manage to explain and we laugh it off.
Anyway they realise we aren't going to spend any money so we start to drive back to the shooting range. Whilst driving one of the guys turns around and says "There is no shooting range. Get your cards and PIN's ready. We are going to play a game of whether you live or die." Major ****. Me and my mate look at each other and go white. Dead silence for about 10 seconds before the guy starts laughing and says it was a joke. *******.
We get to the shooting range and I don't care at this point and am just getting through my rounds as fast as possible. At the end the guy informs me they don't have the hand grenade I paid for. I ask for the 40 eurs I paid for it back and the guy says no, surprised I even asked to be honest. He says "You can have explosion at my house". I tell him I don't want to blow stuff up in his garden and replies "No no no, explosion in bedroom at brothel, 1 hour credit!". I say no but he insists and writes me out a voucher .
TL

Me and a friend were in Riga, Latvia. The fact he was a co-worker is relevant and also the fact this was his first trip aboard that wasn't to a beach resort. I'd arranged the trip as he was interested in the off the beaten path type of travel I enjoy and was a bit on edge as in the last 3 days I'd taken him into the Chernobyl exclusion zone and also had a run in with a soldier in Belarus.
Anyway in Riga I had arranged for us to go shoot some AK47's and we were getting picked up. A top of the range Audi pulls up and two guys get out who look like they have no business owning a car that expensive. Stereotypical gangsters with shaved heads with scars. We get in and head over to the shooting range which turns out to be closed. One of them has a heated phone call then explains that the owner is hungover but will open the place in an hour or so. They say they run a bar we can have a couple of free beers in whilst we wait. It's 10am but sod it.
We then drive for a bit and pull up outside a house with bars over the windows and an electric gate closes behind us. Bit weird. We go into the house and there is a swimming pool in the hallway and we walk over to cream leather bar. They let us know the beers normally cost 7 euro but we can have two free each, anymore and we have to pay. Bit nervous at this point so we get through the first beer quickly and relax a bit and start chatting with the guys. After a bit one of drops the bombshell that this is the best brothel in Latvia and if we get bored there are girls downstairs for 40 eur an hour. ***** sake what've we gotten into.
After another beer I decide that it'd be interesting to chat with them about what it's like to be a gangster running a brothel. After a graphic conversation and being shown photos of various A-List celebrities sitting at the bar we are at they then ask what we do for a living. I mention we work for a gambling company and realise I've made a mistake immediately. "You guys must have a lot of money then?". ****. "Maybe you come back tonight and break the brothel record?". My friend asks "What's the brothel record?" as he doesn't have a single inkling of what they could mean. "11" the guy responds. "11 what?" says my friend. My mouth is agape at this point. "11 girls at the same time". This is the point where most people would do the math in their head but my friend did it out loud. "11 girls, that's 440 eur so 480 eur would break the record. I can afford that.". **** **** ****. I mutter to him that they don't know he isn't serious. One of the guys starts to walk off saying he's going to arrange it for tonight. "No no no!" I manage to explain and we laugh it off.
Anyway they realise we aren't going to spend any money so we start to drive back to the shooting range. Whilst driving one of the guys turns around and says "There is no shooting range. Get your cards and PIN's ready. We are going to play a game of whether you live or die." Major ****. Me and my mate look at each other and go white. Dead silence for about 10 seconds before the guy starts laughing and says it was a joke. *******.
We get to the shooting range and I don't care at this point and am just getting through my rounds as fast as possible. At the end the guy informs me they don't have the hand grenade I paid for. I ask for the 40 eurs I paid for it back and the guy says no, surprised I even asked to be honest. He says "You can have explosion at my house". I tell him I don't want to blow stuff up in his garden and replies "No no no, explosion in bedroom at brothel, 1 hour credit!". I say no but he insists and writes me out a voucher .