Category: Seven’s Weekly

In the early 20teens a band by the name of Florence and the Machine made a song called “The Dog Days are Over.” She must

I’m a redlight optimist. When it comes to this life, I try to look on the bright side. To see the silver lining. Find the

Hey reader, how you livin’. This worn-out whorrior (whore warrior) is tuckered out. I’m tired because it turns out flitting between Bangkok redlights all week

‘Sup reader, how you livin’? If you’re a Bangkok punter-slash-monger, you already know that the redlights are absolute mayhem at the mo. There are more

What’s up reader, how them nuts hangin’? I’m assuming low and sticky, if you’re in Bangkok. It’s hotter than hades and Patpong’s ladies these days.

Hey reader, how they hangin’. If I sound a bit down in the mouth in this post, it’s because I am. I’ll try to put

How’s it hangin’ reader? Hot enough for ya? As this wrung-out whoremonger is going on year 14 in TLOS, summer 2023 is already one of

How’s life going, reader? My name’s Seven, and this is my blog. If you read last week’s post, you’ll know I’ve been discouraged by recent

How’s it hangin’ reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. Patpong sucks ass now. After surviving the scamdemic and bouncing back in grand

‘Sup reader, how was your motherfuckin’ Songkran? If you’re a tubby middle-aged mongerblogger like me, it’s probably not even over. Tomorrow I’ll shuffle back to