What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. When I lived in the UK, a crew of my drinking
What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. OK more accurately, last week was my “last week” in Bangkok—at
What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. I’m officially over the Bangkok redlight, friends. It’s a shit show,
What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. Last week was my first full week in country after nearly
What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. I’ve been back in country for four days, which was just
What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and it’s my final week of penance in the hellscape that is Los Angeles. By this time
What’s up reader, my name’s Seven and normally, this would be my weekly redlight diary. But since I’ve been trapped in the hellhole known familiarly
What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and since I am, at the moment, languishing in the hellhole that is Los Angeles, California, and
What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. At time of posting, I’ve already been back in Los Angeles
What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. So, it’s looking like the rumors of war over the past