What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. Well, we’re lumbering into the summer, mongers, which means long, hot, wet days, and fewer tourists. Last year, we didn’t have a low season, at least when it came to foreigners. There were too many shut-ins who stayed at home an extra year after the scamdemic just in case, and came out in droves last summer turning what should’ve been a slow season into a pseudo-medium season. Finally, thank God, it looks like we’re back to a portion of the year without the seething, sweaty mobs of shit-for-brains raining on our parade. Now, we’re back to just regular rain.
As the weekend neared, I skipped over to The Game on Sukhumvit to have a chin wag with the bangkok prince about a possible future business venture. He got me day drunk and refused to let me pay for a single beer. The locals discussed the busy-ness of white hangouts such as the old English and the game. Apparently the downturn in Chinese tourists hasn’t hurt the BKK pub culture at all. On the mo’taxi ride back, we passed by Lumphini Park, and the wafting aroma of wet tropical foliage took me back to the days when I lived in the jungles of Krabi, eking out a paltry living and nailing Ao Nang clunge on the weekends. The smell of wet leaves would wake me up every morning, mostly because there was no glass in the windows. That’s right, I was strictly lo-so back in the day.
I was also able to Pong during the week. It’s noticeably quiet now, as we spiral into summer. Certain gogos are waiting to open till we’ll after 20.00. It’s not so much an effort to save electricity etc. as it is to allow for lazy dancers to roll in late. I’m curious to see what happens to the 5k shorttime gals who got used to high-rolling nipons for the past year. And I do mean year. Last low season didn’t really materialize thanks to that rebound wave of shut-ins I mentioned earlier who waited out the pandemic for an extra few months before splashing out in TLOS again.
K1 had a small contingent of newskinnies, which was a relief to see. No matter the ups, downs, highs mow, ebbs, and flows, as long as newhotties consistently find their way to the redlight, all is right with the world. Offy came over to rub my crotch for 10 minutes while she filled me in on every mundane event that took place in her life last week. Jesus, what a chatterbox. The stage at K3 got swept clean of girls by a gang of fat nipons who sat outside and insisted the dancers all come out there to keep them company. Weirdly, they all stayed except the hottest one, a newskinny with a wicked arm tattoo. I slid a hundy in her undies for remembering my name.
K Corner had 60 smoking hot vixens per usual. They’re remodeling the bar area so for now it’s walled off, making the place feel even more stuffed with muff. Every time I go in there, I see equal parts familiars and newbies. The best part about being in the midst of all that sweet clunge is, I haven’t made a play for anyone yet. At least not this year. And the girls I tried out and never called back haven’t been mad about it. The only negative are chubsters giving me the hungry eye. Sorry ladies, only 8s and 9s for this old dog.I spotted quite a few nipon two-at-a-time barfiners in the Pong. I guess that’s what you do when the hotel prices drop.
In new2, a girl who used to hound me for drinks until I learned she had no plans to audition for a conc position wouldn’t make eye contact, despite dancing two feet from my face. I guess she really took it personally that I won’t just flush money down the toilet for her sake. Luckily there was a new gal who was even hotter, so I trained my attention and my wallet on her, much to the fury and frustration of the aforementioned floozy. Such exchanges in the redlight are entertaining, but they’re nothing like those fabulous days of yore. Of the early 20teens when Patpong was a gogo powerhouse that put all other redlights to shame. Back then, Nana was cold, corporate, and boring while Cowboy had the hottest but most expensive girls. Back then, one could always find something better in the Pong. Today, Nana and Cowboy haven’t improved, while patpong barely carries on on life support. From 2010 to 2016, the Pong was a magical playground for hard-edged mongers. I cut my teeth at Electric Blue, Bada Bing (back when it was good), Glamour, Black Pagoda, Kiss Bar, Superstar, Goldfinger, and The Strip. Nothing compared to that adult candyland. Back then the Pong girls were warm, congenial, fun lasses who you could befriend and get close to, to the point that hitting a gogo was almost like hanging out at your BFF’s house, or FWB’s house. Every time I was in a bar with my galpals, they’d ignore every other punter and spend all their off-rotation time sitting with me. They all played games on their phones back then, and when one would go off to dance, she’d hand me her phone so I could keep playing for her. And if I racked up a lot of points, it translated to extra sexy times back at my apartment. I wasn’t required to buy drinks. We were just buds who also fucked on occasion. I even had concs in EB and Glamour who from time to time would come over to mine in pairs for a threesome. It was the closest I’ve come to real love in this life, and the most fun I’ve ever had with no clothes on. Today, the average gogo dancer is cold, calculating, and distant, with a laser focus on one thing: rinsing every dude for as much as they can. Contrast that with one night in Thigh Bar when one of my concs saw I was a little down, so she offered to blow me in the toilet. The days of the up-for-anything Bangkok gogo chick are over, I think, thanks to GenZ.
Now that I think of it, the 20teens girls were better everywhere, like the friend of a girl I was banging in Ptown who, when she lost a game of billiards on Soi 7, blew me in the toilet. I promise that’s the end of my toilet blowjob stories. Or the girl who got her gum stuck in my pubes while 69ing. Or the Ao Nang slut who woke me up to bang every time she had a nightmare (that was back when I’d let a girl sleep over). I swear the chicks these days just want to start an OnlyFans or get FB and Insta followers. And to add insult to misandry, every wannabe Thai online thirst trap looks exactly the same. The nose job/lip job/chin implant/skin bleach/cheek filler too-wide pelvis combo has transformed too many hotties into Frankenthais. I shit you not, the collage below are all different chicks.
Now that I’m retired, I have lots of extra time on my hands, and I spend some of it scrolling through the articles that Google wants me to read on my phone. Most are Thailand-related, of course, but all of them are stupid and retarded. Here’s a quick summary of some from the other day…
A Blafrican American chick quit her job to move to Bangkok and she love-love-loves it. Weirdly, she didn’t mention that she has no hope of finding a boyfriend because every dude in this town can have one or two or five superhot Thai chicks. She really likes the low cost of living and the warmth of the Thai people, though.
Some dickhead tried the egg salad sandwich at Lawson’s as if it’s a thing, because the late Anthony Bourdain claimed it’s his favorite. The article completely missed the fact that the real treat is the one with bacon in it, and when it comes to just egg salad, 7-11’s easily beats Lawson’s. But that’s what you get from Business Insider—shitty information.
A stupid Russian tourist got hospitalized for picking a mystery fruit off a tree in a public park and eating it. If you’re so broke you can’t afford food once you get here, you shouldn’t come. Fucking stay home, idiot.
The Guardian reported that a member of a Texas band can’t go on their European tour because he was arrested by border patrol. It’s a Trump hit piece. The article claims the dude has had a green card since 2000. There’s just one problem: green cards are only good for 10 years, so he’s either an overstay or he fucked up his immigration status.
The same stupid shitty rag also reported that the reason no one likes The Last of Us Season 2 is because of all the song breaks. That’s incorrect. It’s because of Bella Ramsey’s potato face.
In other news express.co.uk announced that the Philippines is cheaper and nicer than Thailand, so if you’re a tourist looking for a place to go on holiday, I for one hope you’ll consider going there rather than here. In fact, I’ve half a mind to head over there for a bit, just to see what all the hype’s about.
This week’s Members Only Gallery is Part 5 of my “Hottest Honeys of Patpong” Series. The link is here:
but only if you become a Member. The price is $1 per month ($12 per year for you non-mathameticians) , and new content is added weekly. I’m too dumb to figure out how to link the weekly posts to a single button on my website, so I put the links on my social every Friday. Sorry for the inconvenience.
And that’s all the monger that’s fit to ponder for now, friends. Sorry for all the typos. I didn’t proofread. Check back next Sunday for another summary of this redlight life. In the meantime, you can read more Bangkok-centric stuff on my Substack: https://bangkokseven.substack.com/
Slideshows from previous blogs going back several years can be found at https://www.youtube.com/c/BangkokSeven
My buddy Jack and I host a growing Facebook community with lots of nightlife-related content at: https://www.facebook.com/groups/thaiagogo
and I’ve got a small but robust group of pervs posting photos daily at a group called Super Hot Asians here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/374120690195407
Follow me on Twitter/X @BangkokSeven for daily monger material, along with these other profiles that’re chock full of photos of hotties:
@superhotthais
@BangkokNightli2
If you’re feeling generous, you can leave a tip on any of the above X profiles. All proceeds will go to creating more redlight content.
I’ve started to sell my artwork in digital download bundles, so if you fancy some gogo dancer-related pictures, mostly nude Thai chicks photoshopped as paintings, you can get ‘em on the cheap at my Etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ThailandNights
Right now I have several bundles of four to five pictures each (as shown below) for under $10 US apiece.
And until next time fellow BK Bukowskis and Bathshebas, keep your balls (or tits) warm, your beer cold, and cheers to another week above ground in the greatest country on Earth: Thailand.
Pro Tip Post-Script: This is a tip that I’m learning late, and one that most of you likely already know. If you want to gather a group of fellow expat drinking buddies for yourself, a posse if you will, you only need to hit up a joint like The Game. The place is full of friendly blokes who want nothing more than to chew the fat with other farang dudes. However, if you’re like me and you loathe other foreigners down to your very core, you’ll want to avoid those Sukhumvit bars, or at least pretend not to speak English when you’re there.
