UPDATE: The $3 deal is over. You can now grab the Baltic Trilogy at its regular price of $9.99. Thank you to everyone who bought it on release day.

I’m happy to be releasing three new books: Don’t Bang Latvia, Bang Estonia, and Bang Lithuania. For today only I’m selling all three in one package for $3. After today, this combo will sell for $9.99. In total you’ll receive 140 pages of Baltic stories and travel advice. All three books contain the following:

• Historical and cultural backgrounds that help you understand the mentality of each country
• Detailed descriptions of the women, including both appearance and personality
• The amount of work and time you’ll have to put in to get your flags
• Game breakdowns on meeting and laying Baltic women via internet, day, and night methods
• Detailed city guides on when and where to find women
• Sex stories that add color to the optimal game you’ll need to spit

Many travelers treat the Baltics as one entity, but each one can be quite different, forcing me to write three separate books instead of one. Here’s a review from a reader who received advance copies:

This trilogy isn’t Roosh’s finest work but contains enough gems and nuggets of useful information to make it highly recommended for any man planning to plunder the Baltics. From his writing you feel Roosh is at heart a nice, cool guy looking for a place in the world that still has the beautiful, feminine women of yesteryear. This makes his writing all the more poignant as he isn’t a dried up, cynical, exploitative pickup artist, looking to get as much action as he can and then move on, he is truly looking for connection in his life.

The highlights for me were without doubt the stories, evidence of just what a good writer Roosh is becoming – in my opinion the finest in the manosphere. Just reading them made me experience the loneliness, the homesickness, the daily struggle to understand foreign women, the constant uprooting as he goes to a new country. It really made me think twice about going for very long extended stays in foreign countries were I don’t have contacts nor speak the language well and that’s the mark of a great writer, that he makes you feel truly and deeply through his words.

A slight disappointment at the short length of these books and that he didn’t cover Vilnius in the Lithuania book (my preferred destination) but apart from that, this is another recommended installment from the world’s most eloquent love tourist.

I stayed in each Baltic country for one month, which is why I agree with the above reviewer that these aren’t my strongest travel guides. Nonetheless, I do think it has the right mix of travel data and stories to bring value for men who are interested in Eastern Europe. I picked a price point today so that even if you aren’t immediately interested in traveling to the Baltics, you feel that you’re getting your money’s worth.

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Coming up in a couple months is Bang Ukraine. I also have to drop blog posts on Sweden, Finland, Norway, and Croatia.

I went to the college club on a Wednesday night. The crowd was predominately college freshman. The guys didn’t look much older than my 15-year-old brother and the girls, while beautiful, were in huge groups. My Estonian friend Yargus was supposed to show up to meet me with a lady friend of his, but I got impatient and decided to go somewhere else.

In Tartu there were two popular bars and four large clubs. Three clubs sucked and the one I had just left from had mostly teenage girls. The bars weren’t much better. One named Zavod was a dank pit while the other, Moku, was the size of a bedroom. Still, for a college town of only 100,000 people, there were several options, all within walking distance of each other.

I checked out Zavod first. It was packed with people, mostly guys, and everyone was ugly. I heard Spanish and English as much as Estonian and there were senior citizens hanging out at the bar getting drunk. I left to take a peek at Moku. On the walk there I received a text message from Yargus: “Hey, that girl you danced with last week is going to Zavod. I just ran into her.”

Before getting the message I had seen her on the opposite side of the street after leaving Zavod, but she didn’t see me, and even if she did, I doubt she would have cared.

Maggie was 23 years old and finishing her final semester of college. I took a liking to her because of her wide eyes, thick lips, strawberry brown hair, and gentle smile. I used to like sass in a girl, but my time in Poland changed that. Girls who were sweet, gentle, and slightly shy became my new preference, and Maggie fit the bill.

When we met the week before, I led her to the dance floor. I thought I was doing well until she stepped back when I tried to touch her hips. I asked if she had a boyfriend, the only logical reason she would deny a subtle move, and she said that it was “complicated.” Tired of being tricked by European women with boyfriends who wanted to use me to get attention, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and never returned.

Moku was quiet with only ten or so people, all sitting down. I grabbed a seat by the bar and ordered a scotch. If I wasn’t getting laid, I might as well enjoy some fine liquor. I ordered the most expensive scotch they had, which came to $6.

The bartender had a neck tattoo of a cheetah. Neck tattoos in Estonia were novel. It didn’t look quite right, but I’m sure the local girls thought it was bad ass. He started asking questions about where I was from and what I was doing in Estonia. It turned out that he was in the Estonian military and about to leave for Afghanistan.

“Afghanistan? As part of our war?” I asked.

“Yes, we have guys there now.”

“Estonia has troops in Afghanistan?”

“Yes about 150. You don’t hear about this in America?”

“Most Americans don’t even know that Estonia is a country.”

“Well we are a part of NATO, so we help you guys out so that if Russia invades us again you’ll help defend us.”

“Does Estonia have oil?” I asked.

“Not much.”

“Then we probably won’t come to your rescue.”

“But we have beautiful women.”

“I won’t deny that!”

Next to me was a group of four girls. The cutest one, who I later found out was the bartender’s girlfriend, motioned me over. I moved my chair a couple inches and leaned over.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Roosh.”

“Do you want to talk to my friend?” She looked over at the fattest girl in the group.

“Whatever,” I said, disappointed, but the fat girl didn’t even turn to look at me. I was getting rejected by a fattie I hadn’t even approached.

“Did you say something to her?” the cute girl asked.

“What are you talking about? I never spoke to any of you before.”

“Well, then why is she upset?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” I said, moving my chair back and turning away.

At last call, the cute girl came up to me again, still trying to solve the mystery as to why her fat friend was upset.

“Maybe she’s gassy,” I offered.

Then she stuck around, giving me the impression that she wanted to talk to me. It made sense once I found out that her boyfriend was being shipped out in a week. The bartender had been nice to me so I didn’t want to be a jerk and work on his girlfriend. It would have been more proper to wait until he was on the battlefield, fighting my country’s war.

I looked at the time as I left the bar. Almost 3:30. I wanted to go home, but something told me to keep going. I remembered the text message from Yargus. I started walking in the direction of Zavod, now hopeful about a girl I had long since given up on. I convinced myself that I wasn’t acting desperate, that I just wanted to see her reaction when she saw me. If it was positive, I’d pursue it.

On the walk to Zavod, a blonde girl was walking in the opposite direction. I don’t know what it is about Estonian girls, but approaching them on the street yields tremendous results. My first three street approaches at night all led to venue changes. For whatever reason, Estonian girls are totally different creatures when isolated from their friends.

“Excuse me, do you know of a bar that’s still open?” I waited a second until just before I knew what she was going to say, then added, “Except for Zavod. I really hate that bar.”

She laughed and started thinking aloud. She was cheery, thin, and had an average face that wasn’t as good as Maggie’s, but for a Wednesday night I couldn’t deny that she was a good prospect. I was committed.

She suggested a bar, then said, “Let’s go check it out.” Four for four. The only other place I’d had great luck with nighttime street game was in Iceland.

“So, dude, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“Did you live in America? European girls don’t usually say dude.”

“I watch a lot of American television.”

“I see. Well, I’m here for a couple months, just hanging out, I guess.”

“Do you know anyone here?”

“Yeah, I have a friend named Yargus. I like him because he’s older like me and we have some things in common. Most guys in Tartu are young, so it’s hard to get along with them.”

“Wait! Does Yargus have blonde hair?”

“Yes.”

“Is he like 30?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“I know him!”

“Oh, cool,” I said.

“He’s the creepy guy!”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah he’s the creepy guy. My friends know him as the creepy guy.”

My dick’s instinct was to throw him under the bus, but my brain fought it. “I think he’s cool,” I said. “He showed me around and introduced me to some clubs.”

“But he’s creepy!”

“No, I don’t think so at all. You’re wrong.”

She stopped walking, then said, “I don’t think I can hang with someone who is friends with Yargus.”

“You’re being offensive. It’s easy to call someone names. What did he do that was so bad?”

“He’s just creepy.”

“You’re just talking shit. The only person who’s creepy is you.”

I made a U-turn, only steps from my apartment, and headed toward Zavod. The fact that this girl, probably no older than 20, was wrongly judging a fun and charismatic guy was unacceptable. I wondered if maybe she had been watching a little too much American television.

By then it was four a.m. The odds that Maggie would still be at Zavod were almost zero, but by going home I felt that the girl on the street would win. I’d show her—by going to the worst bar in town.

Zavod was even worse than before: five guys for every hideous girl. But there was Maggie, standing alone and not talking to a guy. Now came the moment of truth. I walked up to her and squinted, as if I barely remembered her. She saw me and closed the gap with a big hug. I’ve never seen a smile so big.

Within a couple minutes her hand was on my chest. I repeated the same move from the previous week, the hip touch move, and this time she didn’t resist. I got a drink and we talked so close that we were practically in full embrace. She was maintaining the conversation, doing her best to make sure I didn’t leave. My boner had arrived onto the scene.

Her blonde friend interrupted for a conference. She was with a guy, so the best scenario would be that she left with him while Maggie stayed with me. That’s exactly what happened. After the friend had been gone ten minutes, I suggested that we leave, too. She didn’t object.

I dragged her back to my cave, saying that just because she came inside didn’t mean we were going to have sex. Once in my apartment, she wouldn’t even let me kiss her. It had to be the boyfriend. She wouldn’t let me get close, either, but at the same time she didn’t seem uncomfortable, enjoying the strong vodka drink I made for her.

After an hour of talking without progress, I resigned myself to getting her number. At one point, after running out of ideas, I said, “How about we go to my bed and make love?” She laughed it off. With failure inevitable, I began to get looser with my speech.

“I don’t think I’m going to stay in Tartu for more than a couple more weeks. I really like the city, but it’s a bit too small for me. I’ll go to Tallinn and then to Lithuania to finish my writing project, but I really want to live in Ukraine. I want to stay there for a couple months. I study Russian an hour every day.”

“So you’re not staying in Estonia for long?”

“I know I should lie to you and say I’m staying long, or at least keep it vague, but after my time in Poland, I think I need to take a break from Europe to go somewhere different. Ukraine gives me that opportunity. Unfortunately, you and I won’t fall in love and have hairy half-Estonian babies,” I said, smiling weakly.

Then, inexplicably, she kissed me. I was so caught off guard that I didn’t even have a chance to wet my lips. Like a switch she went from being guarded to being passionate, and in no time we were on the couch with me frantically removing her clothes. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I had 100% given up on the idea of sex, but then we were fucking on the couch and then on the bed.

After I came down from my orgasm, I looked at her and said, “I didn’t expect that.” It’s almost becoming a cliché that I get sex after I thought all hope was lost.

“I like to give surprises,” she said.

“I had given up, you know.”

“I know you had, and that’s why I kissed you.”

“So you made me suffer?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it worked.”

“I knew I wanted to have sex with you when we were at Zavod,” she said.

“But you resisted coming to my apartment, and then to kiss.”

“I know.”

“Even then you knew were going to have sex?”

“Yes, I had already decided.”

What a mind fuck! What she was saying was that the only game I needed the entire night was to not give up. As long as I hung in there, I would have been rewarded. While I do think I could have blown the opportunity by doing stupid things, what she was telling me suggested that girls decided on sex well before men realized they had.

Maggie reminded me not to bother figuring out women, but just to do the things they reward. They reward guys who approach, make conversation, and persist. I can happily do all three.

After she left the next afternoon, I thought of Yargus and the text message he had sent. It was probably just an afterthought to him, a way to ping his new American friend, but for me it made all the difference. I made sure to thank him the next day, not mentioning what had happened with the girl I met on the street.

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5 Reasons From Estonia:

5 Reasons From Lithuania:

5 Reasons From Poland:

5 Reasons From Ukraine:

Do you notice something in common with the photos? The girls are cute, but they’re not all hot. In selecting them I aimed for the 7 range, which would more fit the profile of girl-next-door than model.

I purposefully picked girls that exist in high numbers in their respective countries. The girls above are definitely above average, but you won’t have to walk around for long to find this level of talent. Any day I go into a club I will have a couple chances at the girls like the ones above, even if it’s a sausage fest. There seems to be no shortage of bangable girls, as if there is magic womb that continuously spits them out.

You’re probably thinking, “Well NYC or Miami has these types of girls everywhere, too.” Great, but are banging them? Are they giving you the time of day without attitude? Are they fun to interact with? Do they know how to please you? Are you happy with them? If the answer to those questions is yes, then congratulations, you’re the man.

But I know how the situation is for the average man in most American cities. Girls like the ones above are intensely pursued by many men and a growing list of qualities are needed to land them with consistency. At the minimum you need game, which takes a couple years of practice to get at a high level. You’ll then be able to easily bang girls, some cute and some average, but good luck trying to experience meaning with them. In Eastern Europe it takes longer to bang, but it’s easier to have meaningful—and dare I say fulfilling—relationships. Most importantly, the girls above are attainable, meaning they’re not out of reach even if your game isn’t yet at an advanced level. In some American cities you need to bring the Britannica of game just to get with 6s, assuming you can find them.

Even in a tough place like Kharkov, Ukraine, where a special game is needed on girls who are more simple-minded and transactional, I wouldn’t have to think for a second in picking them over American women. If you rather have femininity, beauty, and homemaking skills over sarcasm, ball-busting, snark, and flip-flops like I would, then the choice is clear: Eastern Europe.

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Years ago when I was operating as DC Bachelor, my full name and even “Roosh” was a secret. If people saw me in the street they’d ask if I was “DCB.” When getting out of DC became my most important goal, I changed the name of the site to Roosh V, a generic title that wouldn’t be dependent on my location.

A lot of newbie creators who put out of their work think getting haters is a sign of accomplishment that suggests their content is of high quality. I, too, thought this. I thought it was fun that all these anonymous morons were foaming at my writing. What I didn’t realize at the time was that these amateurs were the seed for more determined haters that fit more the personality profile of obsessive stalker.

There was a gossip blogger in DC who started writing posts about me around 2006. Let’s just call him Big Gay Rob. He was like the Perez Hilton of the city. He started emailing people for my full name and place of employment. Eventually he got my name. He published it and my heart stopped. Thanks to Google, for all eternity my birth name would be associated with my writings. Not long after, he found out about my previous employer and suggested people call them to say that I’m an awful human being. He went on a tear to reveal the names of the most prominent DC bloggers at that time. There was also another gossip blog allied with him that said I was a rapist who had every STD known to man and simian.

By the time my public information was released, I was a few months away from quitting my job and heading to South America for my first big trip. But what would happen if I wanted to get another job? There would be absolutely no way that a corporation would hire me after doing a simple Google search.

Big Gay Rob made the decision for me: my writing would become my life. Failure was not an option. I had to succeed or be resigned to bartender jobs.

The next couple of years were hard. I hemorrhaged money and was always on a tight budget, having even to resort to stealing drinks in bars. I also encountered difficulties in my travels that I hadn’t expected, but I kept writing and putting out books that I thought other guys would like. Thankfully, they have rewarded me with their purchases. When Big Gay Rob published my name I wanted to crush his skull, but today if I see him I’d shake his hand. There was opportunity in the crisis he created for me that took a few years to germinate.

Sharing personal information is step one in the hater manual. If you are someone who tells the truth, regardless of the subject matter, it will question people’s beliefs and world view. They will hate your guts for it and become motivated to tear you apart. Publishing your name, home address, or private pictures is their first method of attack.

If you’re still standing after getting outed, and show no signs of quitting, step two is to make up lies to tarnish your reputation. The main lie used on me is that I’m a rapist who consciously spreads STDs to women. Game denialists say that I sleep with prostitutes. Recently I read the story of a hater contacting all the female Facebook friends of a certain PUA saying he has STDs, takes advantage of women, and so on.

I was not personally prepared for step three, which is to get the authorities involved. Now I must stress that I’m pissed at myself for letting a hater get leverage on me, but it happened so I had to deal with it.

In my European trip I misunderstood the Schengen tourist visa rules until I had already overstayed. I was aware that I may be hit with a fine or an outright ban for 1-3 years, a penalty I was mentally preparing for. While in the Baltics, towards the end of my trip, a hater from Estonia put up a web site that said I was a horrible sex tourist who was staying in Europe “illegally.” He linked to posts that detailed my travel and game strategy. He went on to spam Reddit, Couchsurfing, Stormfront, and the commenting sections of many Estonian media sites. The ensuing traffic I got from Estonia was ten times what I’d normally get. The problem is that he also put up phone numbers and email addresses to the police in Tartu and Tallinn, the two biggest cities in Estonia.

Within two weeks of arriving in Tartu, a brigade of Estonians went online and announced places where they had seen me (one guy even correctly guessed the apartment company I was staying in). By the fourth week I was recognized every night I went out, more than I ever was in my home base of Washington DC. While I was nervous of police involvement, since getting deported would mean a definite travel ban, the bigger effect was that I couldn’t game in peace. Too many people knew me and were “warning” all the girls that I was a dangerous rapist who spread monkey STDs to pureblood European women. Many girls were curious about me, but their friends would invariably cockblock by saying I was “dangerous.” I remember one girl telling me, “There is no way I’ll let you leave with my friend!” I don’t like playing the race card, but if I was a blonde Swedish guy I wonder if the reaction would have been the same.

One night in the club, towards the end of my stay in Tartu, I noticed two girls looking at me and talking. It was obvious that one of them knew me and was telling the other about who I was. The girl who knew me was massively overweight. I ignored them.

At the bar, another guy recognized me. I bought him a shot because I was in a good mood. Eventually I started talking to a blonde girl. Things were going well until I got a tap on the shoulder from the bouncer. He ordered me to come with him to the front.

There were two policeman in full gear waiting for me. I figured that this was it, I’m getting kicked out of the EU, short of fulfilling my sex mission in the Baltics. The cops asked me for my ID but I said it’s in my room, which was true. I felt heavy vibes as they briefly discussed what to do, but I maintained the best poker face I could.

They asked for my name and I give my full name, not Roosh. They asked me to write it down and I did. One of the officers looked at my name and squinted his eyes, like he was trying to figure things out. They asked me where I was from and my birth date. The guy I bought a shot for came to my defense, saying I’m a “good guy.” The blonde girl also watched with a concerned look on her face. They had a small conference and said that I’m not the guy they are looking for, thanked me for my cooperation, and left.

My guess is that the obese girl called the cops on me and said that my name is “Roosh.” If I gave that name, the game would have been over and there would be no Bang Estonia (currently in development). I went back to the blonde that I was talking to, who was much warmer to me perhaps because of the “danger” factor, but I figured it was best to leave in case the cops figured out that I was the same guy. I went to another bar, where I was recognized again by yet another girl.

I’ll be the first to admit that the episode was exciting, but the benefits of anonymity cannot be overstated. I slipped out of Tartu and went to Tallinn for a week where I went unnoticed despite a last ditch effort by the haters.

A couple months ago some guy wrote about how he saw fake “Wanted” posters in his neighborhood. There was a picture of a black guy and under that his full name and number with a message saying he was a liar and cheater who hurts women. It became clear to me where the future of hate is going. The haters, which in our case are feminists, liberals, and beta males, will try to use government institutions to get you to stop doing whatever they don’t want you to do. But since their accusations are usually based on lies or half-truths, I liken it to amateur terrorism. It’s only the recent case where they were correct in that I was overstaying that they could have caused a big problem for me.

Big Gay Rob had won. He gave me a couple grey hairs. He also made me more committed to my writing. He helped me think of the big picture in how I could make a living from my work. My Estonian haters have also won. They made my time in Estonia more stressful than it should’ve been. They probably cost me a notch or two. They also made me realize that if I want to write a guide about a country, I can’t announce going there. They taught me how to do my work in complete peace and anonymity, which I was successfully able to do the past three months in Ukraine.

For every attack there is a countermeasure that makes you less prone to further attacks. I’m sure one day the haters will cook something else up for me, and when it happens I’ll be ready for them.

A lot of people ask me which Baltic country is best for a visit. If you’re like me, you’d think that all three countries are similar, but after my nearly four months in the region I noticed a surprising amount of variation between them. Of course I’m not talking about architecture or food—my main field of study was the women. Here’s a breakdown of how they stack up…

BODY

Estonian women have some curves and boobs while Lithuanian women have boyish bodies that are Asian like (I was grossly disappointed with the Lithuanian ass). Latvia is somewhere in between. The biggest problem with Estonia is that they have a growing obesity problem. If all Estonian women were thin, they’d win by a mile, but for now they only get a slide edge over Lithuania thanks to their more juicy curvature.

First place: Estonia

FACE

Estonian women shine yet again, with wonderful cheekbones and bright blue eyes (well over 50% of the Estonian population have light eyes), but I have to give top prize to Lithuanian women. Their faces reminded me of Argentina in the amount of cosmic beauty they contained. Some of the most beautiful women in the world I’ve seen have been from Lithuania.

First place: Lithuania

HAIR

Latvian women do better than Estonian women, who have adopted some of the Scandinavian style of head shaving (Finland is just a ferry ride away). Lithuanian women, however, have extraordinary long hair. It is common to see girls with hair going down to their pancake asses and sometimes passed that. It doesn’t make sense why hair would be boner inducing, but it is. I told many a Lithuanian girl that I wanted to make sweet love to their blonde locks. A couple of them let me extract a specimen for personal use.

First place: Lithuania

PERSONALITY

Estonian girls are plain fun because they love to drink. They also like talking in English and can hold their own in a conversation with an experienced man. Latvian girls are the worst: they are too guarded and take forever to open up, probably because they assume every foreign guy is a sex tourist thanks to Riga being the capital of Eastern Europe for that sort of thing. Lithuanian girls can be hit or miss, but generally I find them to be shy and detached.

First place: Estonia

ENGLISH LEVEL

Estonian girls have the strongest English while Lithuanian girls have the weakest. Latvian girls speak fine English but you may have some issues with the Russian girls in Latvia who may not speak it. I had moderate problems finding fluent English in Lithuania.

First place: Estonia

EASE OF BANGING

In Estonia I didn’t get any one-night stands, but by the first or second date I was straight. In Lithuania I got a couple but the quality was a bit lower, so it’s hard to say which is “easier.” I think if you’re prepared to go on two dates, both Estonia and Lithuania will be similar, with Lithuania a slight edge if your standards aren’t too high. Latvia was significantly harder for me than the other two.

First place: Lithuania (but for 6s and below)

FUN FACTOR

The only place I actually enjoyed going out in was Estonia. Lithuanian clubs were too cheesy for me and Latvia was scam-artist central. Estonia also has more of a pub/bar scene for when you get tired of the clubs, which you will.

First place: Estonia

OVERALL

The choice is easy: Estonia. If I had to go back to only one country, it would be there, but I’m reluctant to do so because of the increasing amount of sex tourists from Finland and Britain and also the rising obesity problem—and with that—fattitude. Some rude responses I got from Estonian girls made me think I was in America. My guess is that you have about one or two years until the place turns to total shit and it’s not even worth a weekend visit. It’s not quite poosy paradise, as my Danish friends below can explain, but I had a pleasant time.

Lithuania has tons of beautiful women (I’d give them a slight edge over Estonian girls with overall appearance), but it’s quite hard to pull quality. It’s the type of place you have to stay for a couple months to really be able to tap the higher talent pools. In Estonia, because the girls like foreign guys, you may be able to get something special from a shorter stay.

If you want to read more detailed reports I made of these three countries, click the following links:

• Latvia
• Estonia
• Lithuania

When it comes to comparing Poland to the Baltics, I can tell you that the Baltics have prettier girls, but Polish women have less attitude and are a tad more sexual. If the whole point of your trip is to go for “hotties,” then the Baltics are a better bet. But if you just want a cute-girl-next-door type of deal, then Poland.

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