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October 24, Well you would think for a tiny Roman Catholic village such as ours there would not be allowed whore houses on the island, the villagers would surely object one would imagine. Well not so, there is not just one in operation but two.
Disguised as hidden back-back street speak-easy bars that the general public doesn't even know is open for business. There you can find a whole lot of imported "young female staff" from the Brothel Capital of Belize, Orange Walk town. She: "young bitches dressed up in mini skirts, lipstick and HIGH HEELS on a sandy island where shoes isn't even required or a necessity" This eye-opener of the new type of business' springing up on the island came to my attention by accident when the Punta Gorda football team came to Caye Caulker to play a match against the local team a fortnight ago.
Right after the game, and the winning team from PG left back on the boat to Belize city to continue their journey to their hometown, the entire Caye Caulker football team jumped on golf carts and had simply disappeared from the football field leaving the girlfriends wondering where the hell they had gone. Not being able to find the team an hour later, a few girlfriends did enough investigating until they heard about the whore outlet bar and decided to confront their men.
Apparently, when you walk in to the bar area behind the high fence on the side street off back-back street, you see hardly anyone besides the bartender and maybe a single patron.
If you are easily discouraged by the empty look , you would leave. Persistence made one wife discover the little path leading to the secret garden in the back of the bar behind the high hedge where she not only encountered her man, but the entire football team, each member draped with a different Spanish woman, all with empty tequila shot glasses in hand laughing and carrying on oblivious to the approaching trouble. It wasn't long after I heard about another wife who had gone to the thatched bar on a separate occasion and found her husband there and tried to light the bar on fire promting me to write about it.