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    Cabarete

    Because I sit at a bar all night, four nights a week, I get to meet a lot of interesting people and hear some really crazy stories. Absurd stories. Funny stories. Bizarre stories. I thought I would share some of these stories.

    This past Saturday I took my usual spot at the corner of the bar where I could gaze out over the ocean and scan for any topless females as well as keep an eye on the waitresses. I’m always fascinated by Domincian waitresses. I’m amazed at just how much they can sit around and talk about each other’s hair while simultaneously gossiping about the latest sexual debauchery taking place among the staff.

    Sitting directly across from me was a 6’6 African American New York city cop. I introduced myself and we started talking about some American football and basketball games coming on TV later. Sitting on the bar, directly in front of him, was a new Samsung Note 3 phone and a 10-inch Samsung tablet. I asked to look at them. The phone was huge but extremely thin, with an amazing screen. He had just bought them recently in New York and I think just the phone alone cost $700.

    The cop and I spent 5 hours talking at the bar. He was there when I came into work at 4:30pm, and he was still there at 11:00pm. During the night, he ate, and then I ate. He ate again, and then I ate again. He drank beer throughout, and I drank coffee. 5 hours later I was flying on a caffeine buzz…he couldn’t drink anymore beer. I thought, F^ck it, and drank another coffee.

    Several girls came throughout the night and sat to his left, and then to his right, and then across from him—all trying to make eye contact with him and get his attention. He is good looking, extremely well built, 6’6, about 215lbs, and with a fantastic, easy going demeanor. He laughs easily, and is constantly smiling. He looked like Denzel Washington. The waitresses began staring at him and more than a few were smitten with him. I was smitten with him. He was damn good looking and strong.

    After sharing stories with him for a few hours, he told me a crazy story of what happened to him last year in Sosua at the bar Classico. He was standing inside; standing at one end of the bar, drinking and watching the girls parade around him in high heels that were three sizes too small and twisting their ankles. An African American walked in briskly and stood next to him. This cop towers over everyone. This guy started making small talk with the cop. It turns out that he too was from New York. A few minutes later, a group of Dominican men walked in and were searching for the African American who was standing next to the cop. They approached both men. They assumed the cop was friends with this guy. This guy had had some altercation outside with these men, but the cop did not know this.

    One of the Dominicans grabbed a beer bottle and swung it at the cop. Glass hurts. The cop leaned back—avoiding the glass. Glass cuts. He grabbed the man and put him in a headlock. Headlocks hurt. Meanwhile, people were jumping on the cop trying to get him off. Security came rushing inside. The cop told him that he would release the guy as soon as everyone stepped back. Everyone stepped back. He released him. He was asked to come to the police station. He did. At the police station he was told that he would have to pay for the guys injuries. The guy had cut his hand on some glass on the floor. The cop asked, “Why should I pay when it was him who swung the bottle at me?” Wrong question. Never attempt logic with Dominicans. He refused to pay and was locked up.

    The next day, he was transferred to Puerto Plata jail. There, they told him that he would need to pay $7000 US dollars if he wanted the charges dropped and to get out of jail. He refused. They left and came back a few hours later and said they would settle for $5000 US dollars. He refused again. They told him it could be a month before his court date came up.
    Meanwhile, his friends were urging him to pay and be done with it. He refused. But then, he saw a group of Haitians in the corner of the jail cell, they were washing their clothes—pants, shirts, socks—with a quarter inch bar of soap and a small water balloon of water. It wasn’t enough water to even get one sock wet, and yet, here they were, washing their clothes with it.

    The cop stood there watching this. He started thinking about this possibility of spending a month in jail. He called for the captain. He told him he wanted to negotiate. The police smiled. They went to an office and started negotiating back and forth and settled on $2500 U.S dollars to have the charges dropped and get released. When he gave them the money, they were seated in some office. There was a lawyer there and some more cops. Right in front of the New York cop, they started to distribute the money to each other. They had no shame. They counted the money and started dividing the money amongst themselves. Afterwards, the cop was free to go.

    Part 2 will be about what happened to his Samsung phone and Samsung Tablet.

    PS. I don’t have time to re-read through all of this and make spelling corrections. These stories will all be unedited.

    Frank

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    Poor guy.. there is nothing worse than standing / sitting innocently somewhere and end up getting in over your head in a mess you didn't even make! Honestly the guy who got into trouble should have paid this man's 'exit fee'.. but of course, he didn't, I'm sure, he just did a 'runner'... how to ensure people never come back to the beautiful DR

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    Oh I'm so happy Frank is sharing some more stories!

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    A 6'6 African American cop from NYC paid 2,500USD for putting some Dominican in the headlock???

    Only Frank12!!!

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    Geez, I guess I got off lucky for beating the crap out La Bruja with a dog chain..

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    Quote Originally Posted by JMB773 View Post
    A 6'6 African American cop from NYC paid 2,500USD for putting some Dominican in the headlock???

    Only Frank12!!!
    Haha...are you suggesting that any of this is not true? Any wager? I'm willing to provide names, but it's going to cost you a lot if you lose.

    Frank

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    I believe it. I remember when Lou from Shark Bar got arrested for trying to break up a cat fight between his ex girlfriend and a bartender. He got whacked on the head with a beer bottle by someone passing by in car while he was trying to restrain one of the girls. I forget what he paid(he also paid for the two girls), but he also lost a night's business on a Friday.

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    Any story is better than no story.

    Ir seems as though this is Part ONE and the coming tale of the phone and tablet will be Part TWO, though. Unless this was, well, a flashback. Or something.

    I will gladly read the story, but I am not a betting man. I would not pay money to find out what happened to Katniss Everdeen, either. But that does not mean I have lost interest.

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    Part 2

    After the New York City cop and I hung out for 5 hours at the bar on Saturday, he got up to walk up around a little. Not long after he left, he was followed by a well known working girl that usually hangs out on the east end of Cabarete near the Fuji film store. The waitresses wanted to follow him around as well. Hell, i wanted to get up and follow him. He was damn good looking and strong. He was chick magnet!

    Anyone who has lived in Cabarete for any time will instantly recognize her—she has long bleached blond curly hair, walks with a limp, is around 5’3, and is very, very skinny. Many people here in town know here as a drug addict and thief. I’ve never seen her inside any restaurant or bars here, but I do see her every evening hanging out in the street. She likes to hang out on the street near the new condos called Morning Breeze, right past Scotia bank, near the Fuji film store.

    She was following the cop around and explaining to him the “Happy Hour” special she was running. He wasn’t interested. He walked to his rental car which was parked on the street, opened the door and got in. she immediately opened the passenger side door and got in as well. He told her to get out. She said would get out as soon as he gave her some money. He refused. She said, “Ok,” and got out of the car and started walking briskly down the street with a limp.

    Before he drove off, he reached for his phone. It was not there. Nor was his new 10’ Samsung tablet. Both had been on the passenger seat. When she got in, she sat down on them. It was nighttime. He had been drinking a wee bit. He forgot about them on the seat. They both were sitting directly underneath the Happy Hour special of the bleach blond.

    He got out of the car and started walking in the direction she headed in. The motoconchoos and some other people saw her take off down an alley. He asked them if they knew where she went and explained what she had just taken from him. They told him to wait right there, and they took off in her direction. Twenty minutes later, they returned and said they found her and that she had already sold his stuff to someone else. They said that the guy who bought the stuff wanted $700 US dollars. He said, “keep the stuff” and walked away.

    They followed him back to his car and said they could probably get it for $500 US dollars (another Happy Hour). Meanwhile, two cops showed up. He explained to the cops what happened. A few minutes later, a guy showed up with his phone. It was his new Samsung Note 3. It’s a $700 dollar phone in the U.S. He told the cops “that’s my phone he has in his hand!” They told him there was nothing they could do about it, but if he wanted to press charges they could go to the police station and file the paper work. He told them he didn’t have the time.

    While the Dominican man held his phone in his hands, the New York cop started contemplating how much it was going to cost him to replace the tablet and the phone. It would have been well over $1000 US dollars. Now, here he was standing with two Politur officers, a Dominican with his phone in his hand, and other people listening to the details of the negotiation.

    Side note: this is exactly why I cannot ever own a gun in this country. In this situation—with two Politur officers standing there doing nothing while a Dominican held onto my $700 dollar phone, I would have pulled out my gun and told the guy to immediately hand over my phone or I will shoot you in the balls, and then I will shoot the Politur officers in the balls. Not a smart move over a stupid phone.

    He negotiated a price of $17,000 pesos, or roughly $420 dollars. He got his stuff back and I saw him in the bar on Monday night (during the Monday night football game) where he told me, the owner, Big Frank, and a US foreign Officer (Brian Gallo) that works for the US State Department in Washington DC & Afghanistan.

    Ps. After he got home on Saturday night and tried to check his phone, he noticed his Us SIM card was gone and so was his Memory card which held all of his photos.

    Frank

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    Quote Originally Posted by frank12 View Post
    Part 2

    After the New York City cop and I hung out for 5 hours at the bar on Saturday, he got up to walk up around a little. Not long after he left, he was followed by a well known working girl that usually hangs out on the east end of Cabarete near the Fuji film store. The waitresses wanted to follow him around as well. Hell, i wanted to get up and follow him. He was damn good looking and strong. He was chick magnet!

    Anyone who has lived in Cabarete for any time will instantly recognize her—she has long bleached blond curly hair, walks with a limp, is around 5’3, and is very, very skinny. Many people here in town know here as a drug addict and thief. I’ve never seen her inside any restaurant or bars here, but I do see her every evening hanging out in the street. She likes to hang out on the street near the new condos called Morning Breeze, right past Scotia bank, near the Fuji film store.

    She was following the cop around and explaining to him the “Happy Hour” special she was running. He wasn’t interested. He walked to his rental car which was parked on the street, opened the door and got in. she immediately opened the passenger side door and got in as well. He told her to get out. She said would get out as soon as he gave her some money. He refused. She said, “Ok,” and got out of the car and started walking briskly down the street with a limp.

    Before he drove off, he reached for his phone. It was not there. Nor was his new 10’ Samsung tablet. Both had been on the passenger seat. When she got in, she sat down on them. It was nighttime. He had been drinking a wee bit. He forgot about them on the seat. They both were sitting directly underneath the Happy Hour special of the bleach blond.

    He got out of the car and started walking in the direction she headed in. The motoconchoos and some other people saw her take off down an alley. He asked them if they knew where she went and explained what she had just taken from him. They told him to wait right there, and they took off in her direction. Twenty minutes later, they returned and said they found her and that she had already sold his stuff to someone else. They said that the guy who bought the stuff wanted $700 US dollars. He said, “keep the stuff” and walked away.

    They followed him back to his car and said they could probably get it for $500 US dollars (another Happy Hour). Meanwhile, two cops showed up. He explained to the cops what happened. A few minutes later, a guy showed up with his phone. It was his new Samsung Note 3. It’s a $700 dollar phone in the U.S. He told the cops “that’s my phone he has in his hand!” They told him there was nothing they could do about it, but if he wanted to press charges they could go to the police station and file the paper work. He told them he didn’t have the time.

    While the Dominican man held his phone in his hands, the New York cop started contemplating how much it was going to cost him to replace the tablet and the phone. It would have been well over $1000 US dollars. Now, here he was standing with two Politur officers, a Dominican with his phone in his hand, and other people listening to the details of the negotiation.

    Side note: this is exactly why I cannot ever own a gun in this country. In this situation—with two Politur officers standing there doing nothing while a Dominican held onto my $700 dollar phone, I would have pulled out my gun and told the guy to immediately hand over my phone or I will shoot you in the balls, and then I will shoot the Politur officers in the balls. Not a smart move over a stupid phone.

    He negotiated a price of $17,000 pesos, or roughly $420 dollars. He got his stuff back and I saw him in the bar on Monday night (during the Monday night football game) where he told me, the owner, Big Frank, and a US foreign Officer (Brian Gallo) that works for the US State Department in Washington DC & Afghanistan.

    Ps. After he got home on Saturday night and tried to check his phone, he noticed his Us SIM card was gone and so was his Memory card which held all of his photos.

    Frank
    Wait now somebody stole his stuff and he had to pay to get his own stuff back????

    I think this NYC cop should stay in the "Big Apple" if people in DR is using him as a get rich scheme.

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