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‘Twas another week in the redlight for this weary, weather-worn gogo rat—specifically, the redlights of Nana Plaza and Patpong. Here’s how the last seven nights shook out…
Six of those nights were spent in Patpong, a magical place full of history, wonder, and clunge. Last weekend, Playboy Bunny Bella Smiles did a meet-and-greet at Black Pagoda (photos courtesy of Black Pagoda are included in this week’s YouTube slideshow—link below) where her grace and poise provided a stark, impressive contrast to the everyday sex pungency of the BP girls.
Wednesday was the manager’s birthday in XXX Lounge. Lots of his vanilla normie friends turned up, including a demographic I have almost no contact with these days–farang women. I made the mistake of behaving like I usually do in the gogo, grabbing fannies (British definition), pulling tits out of bikini tops, smacking asses. When I realized the normies were watching it all in utter horror, I paid my bill and bailed, but not before shoving a couple slices of Gallery pizza down my face hole.
The only theme party this week was a “jungle-slash-army” party at The Strip on Friday and Saturday, with buy-one-get-one-free drink specials. I had six black russians the first night and four on the second, and was totally smashed on both occasions. The girls were decked-out in camo and armikinis (army bikinis), complete with toy pistols and M-16s that fired plastic bb’s. Jack Nites was on hand to take photos, and I snapped a few of him snapping pics of the girls (see the YouTube link below). And although it wasn’t advertised, XXX Lounge busted out with schoolgirl cosplay uniforms Thursday and Friday and I have to say, the staff looked fantastic.
Bada Bing has been putting on a raucous party nightly, thanks mainly to the captivating talent of their heavy-hitters Luktal, Noey, and another girl whose name I can’t remember. They really are a sight to behold, and I’m chucking in a photo of Luktal’s lovely backside (and back tattoo) for you here, but not Noey, because her overseas boyfriend doesn’t like seeing her on the Internet.
Khun Panom, the somtam lady, has been absent from the Pong all week, giving me a merciful break from buying dinner for the girls. No such respite from feeding the cats, though. The orange and white female insists on sleeping at my feet outside XXX. Her brother refuses my food donations but looks on with envy while the other one eats. In the end, I did get hotpot for the strip girls on Saturday. By the time it arrived I was already in Pink Panther. They probably think it was the hotpot fairy bestowing on them soup and fish balls for being good little gogo girls.
Another pharmacy started selling weed. With the addition of Patpong Stix across from Foodland, the total number of dispensaries in the Pong now is 6, and no one is enjoying it more than the gays. Their cluster of bars at the north end of Soi 2 is constantly mired in a giant cloud of weed smoke.
I’ve started hitting Nana Plaza once a week for the stunning roster at Billboard and to visit my friends in Twister, where more familiar faces show up each time. Poy and Kaew are there now, along with Bum, Best, Bee, Pui, and Nuchy. This time I popped over on Friday.
Billboard was even more rife with hotties. And hags. It’s similar to the state of chicks in cities like Milan. If you’ve never been, there are only two types of women in Milan: insanely, mind-bendingly hot or hideously ugly. My theory is that for centuries, the hot people have fucked other hot people, spawning ever more hot offspring, while the ugly people have only fucked each other, leading to an entire strain of really really ugly people. There are no average-looking women in Milan, and it’s the same in Billboard. They’re either superhot or…not. In fact, the same is happening in some Patpong gogos on a smaller scale. King’s 1, Pink Panther, XXX, and Bada Bing have all amassed a gang of really sexy girls. Every gogo bar has a gravitational pull and some pull harder than others. Right now, Billboard is a supermassive black hole, pulling in hot ass from every corner of TLOS. And similarly, Twister boasts an exciting variety of lookers. The twister girls can be divided into 3 phyla: rough, rough-but-hot, and hot. Assuming they’ll pull from their current staff to fill the soon-to-open location in the Pong, it’s a promising bet it’ll be a nice new hangout spot for this old redlight rat.
My visit to Billboard was interrupted when group of tubby, swarthy fellows pulled up at the table next to mine and proceeded to gas me with horrific farts till I could take no more and was driven gasping and hacking to Twister where I hung out with Bum for a bit before retreating back to Patpong.
Saturday was quiet thanks to an early deluge. There were lots of tourists, but few girls. I briefly considered jumping a mototaxi to Nana like I did in the old days, then remembered it’d be a waste of time. Gone are the days when I could roll into a redlight and hook a new harem gurl with a couple drinks and a Line ID. I feel for any new would-be mongers in current year. They’ve been priced out of the game. The price of everything has gone up, from taxis to drinks to barfines to short-time, to the food you need to keep you going. Only the price of street Kamagra has stayed the same.
The outside patio at the end of soi 2 that’s run by The Strip had one ladyboy last week. Now there’s half a dozen and no actual chicks. Somehow, the LB’s are getting more short-time action than any of the actual girls in the actual gogo. I can’t fathom why a dude would want to bang a chick with a dick, but to each his own.
And that’s all the monger that’s fit to ponder for now, friends. Check back next Sunday for another summary of red-light events. In the meantime, you can read more about Bangkok life on my Substack: https://bangkokseven.substack.com/
Redlight videos and slide shows, including the companion for this post, can be found at https://www.youtube.com/c/BangkokSeven
Follow me on Twitter @BangkokSeven for daily pics from the redlight. Follow King’s Castle’s Twitter @SPatpong, and until next time, keep your balls warm, your beer cold, and cheers to another week above ground in the greatest country on Earth: Thailand.
Pro Tip Post-Script: If you bring your girlfriend to Thailand on holiday, don’t take her to a redlight district. Or if you do, don’t get drunk. The only time I saw farang in danger in Patpong was last week, when a white couple, smashed out of their minds, stumbled down Soi 2 with a ping-pong show barker in relentless pursuit. The harder they tried to get away, the more aggressive he became. In short, don’t come to a foreign land and get so drunk that you can’t be responsible for your and your girlfriend’s safety.
