There’re Spaniards and Italians but they’re quickly going the way of their American counterparts: unfeminine, rude and bitchy.
I carried a city map with me at all times, making it easy to approach girls waiting at public squares, parks and bus stops.Once they would answer my query, I would use standard game to transition the conversation and get a number.My single gripe with Slavic women is that most of them have pale skin.I’m not much into blondes and prefer my women to have a bit of color.The good news is that the women are extremely loyal to their men, a far cry from the sluttiness of American women.
The bulk of my game consisted of day gaming around town.
The game is what I call “deep game” requiring a much greater time commitment.
It’s the kind of game I’ve been doing most of my life before getting a bit spoiled in Scandinavia.
Over the next few days, as I braved the chilly street of Serbia’s capital, my impressions were only strengthened, reinforced and solidified.
I’ve been with all kinds of women but there’s something very alluring about Slavic women. While the rest of the world is being infested with feminist cancer, Serbia—like the rest of Slavic countries—has simply been immune.
The other good place to spit game is the pedestrian street of Knez Mihailova.