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
In the land of blind redlight districts, the one-eyed district is king. Am I right, reader? From the late 2000s to the mid 20-Teens, Soi
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
‘Sup reader, how’s your life goin’? Personally, I’m in a quandary. A pickle, as it were. Like a ship trapped between the Scilla and Charibdes,
Hey reader, how’s ya balls hangin’? Mine are low and pendulum-like. And it’s even worse right now because I’m not in Thailand. My harem is
I’m not a journalist, or even a pretend journalist like most of the ‘journalists’ in Bangkok. I’m a whoremonger with a website. I don’t generally
On a breezy, beautiful Saturday morning I arrived at Ekkamai bus station around half 10 to find the Ptown ticket queue to be 50 people