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
Greetings, reader. How’s your ballsack hangin’? If you’re in Thailand, the answers is probably ‘low and steamy.’ Cuz y’know, it’s hot. My original plan for
Happy weekend, reader. It’s already March. The year is speeding by. Thankfully, the world slows down in the redlight, where this old monger spends most
What’s up reader, how was your week? My name’s Seven, this is my blog, and my week was spent in a little neighborhood called Patpong.