What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is what I found in my phone’s notepad at the end of the week…
I spent most of my redlight time on The 6 last week, both with and without my brother. It turns out that having a wingman works as a foil in certain bar girl interactions, and having him around was something of a utility. Early in the week, though, I slipped to Soi 6 solo while my sib entertained one of his hefty hussies back at his condo. It was as crowded as I’ve ever seen it. I found a girl in Envy who said “I remember you.” Goddam my memory is getting bad. But I keep hitting on the petite skinnies like a pervert with Alzheimer’s, so even when I do forget, I always wind up grabbing the same petite asses in every bar. It was Nipon hell in there save for me and a gross little white dude passionately kissing a chubster, who reciprocated with eyes open and a look of patient aggravation. I buzzed through a couple other bars, looking for old drinking buddies but finding none. Beem, May, and Pang were all absent. I’d find out later that they were all back in Isaan visiting family at the same time. I have to pay better attention on this soi. In the midst of my vodka-soaked rampage, another girl caught my eye and I sauntered into her bar only to discover I’d just left there 30 minutes before, after putting the moves on a different gal. So then I had to awkwardly buy drinks for both—who weren’t friends—and make small talk with each while they ignored each other. Bad form, Seven, bad form.
A tiny brazen little fox pulled me into Avarice and I wound up buying her two drinks, which is one more than I usually do. But she kept sticking her hand up the leg of my cargo shorts, and so I didn’t want to leave. Eventually though, I did.
A huge contingent of every type of farang infected The 6 like maggots in a gaping wound. The only balm was the equally enormous collection of newhotskinnies in nearly every bar. Ptown is overflowing. There are 10 times more freelancers on the Beach Road. Walking Street was like a prison riot. Pin-up was rammed but security opened a seat for me. I spied 2 gals I’d conc up instantly. My usual gal had a customer but she left him briefly to give me a hug and ask where I’d been. Then I bounced back to Chick where a special show was in full swing. Not surprisingly, the theme of the night was geishas. The bar staff sported kimono tops while the dancers were decked out in pink pleather. The manager came over to shake hands, and asked if I wanted to do a live stream from the bar sometime. I said sure, though in truth I wouldn’t know how to do that or why. This sales rack Kerouac only knows how to blog.
Everywhere I went, from The 6 to WS, 30 and 40something farang couples invaded the space. They drank in the beer bars. They sat stageside in the gogos. It was awful.
As I ambled down the drag, heading for Shark, I spotted a lady holding a sign for Sapphire and so diverted to there, remembering the time I regularly conc’d two smoking hot lesbians from there. They were a working couple and only went home with me, and no other customers. The tomboy had short platinum blonde hair and a beautiful face. Her gf was a total smoke show. I’d take them home for a double hand job. Neither would consent to fuck, but four hands on my junk was something of a party. Ironically, the tomboy showed the most enthusiasm for my man-parts. She was fascinated by a dick-and-balls, and the effort she put in to her handies was glorious. Her superhot girlfriend was just along for the money, but somehow her reluctance and pouty looks as she cupped my nuts was erotic as all hell. I had them probably half a dozen times back in the 20teens. Then I fucked it up by taking them to the cinema one afternoon. The tom sat between me and her gal, and apparently showed me too much attention. The femme got jealous, and they stopped coming over. Soon after, they quit Sapphire and I never saw them again. Back then, that gogo was a sight to behold. Every rotation had half a dozen 9s. Today you’d be hard pressed to find one 8 in the whole place. But a man’s brain grades beauty on a curve. If there are no 8s or 9s, he’ll find and fixate on the best 7 of the bunch, which I did. And the girls in there are hungry. Hungry for drinks and for barfines. I eschewed them, though, and beat a retreat to my bed.
On another night I was back on The 6, this time with the sib. Sweet Bar changed owners, and my fave gal from there has disappeared, as have all the smoke shows from Miso: Nan, Zacream, and Sun. My bro went to play pool with his number 1 and I tumbled into a bar and met Fay, from Phuket. We had a long talk about that lovely southern island. She had a run-in there with a farang clam who gave her shit because the bitch’s boyfriend was hot for her. It conjured a foggy memory of the potent air of violence that always seem to drift through the redlighst of the South like a storm.
The 6 has suddenly become complex. It’s not enough to find a reasonably skinny girl and root her. One must be discerning if one is to live here and thrive. Case in point: Mingkwan. She’s the prefect size and shape, but her mental state is unstable. Plus, she garners the attention of every pervert that walks by. Finding half an hour when she’s not otherwise being plied with drinks by other farang is difficult. One afternoon I rolled in at 17.00 and she’d already had nine tequilas. She’s 19 and can take the abuse now, but if she keeps going like that she’ll be out of the game before she turns 21.
Whilst enjoying a slice outside Slice one evening, I looked around and realized The 6 is back to its former glory. Hardbodies are suddenly everywhere. There are literally 50 girls on the 6 that I’d fuck on that soi now, and I tried to make headway with at least a dozen of them last week, which raised another issue I’ve often struggled with. I’ll never understand why tourists sit with dumpy girls. I think it’s one of two factors: 1—they’re not used to girls showing interest so they’ll reciprocate anyone’s affection and 2—they’ve such low self-esteem that they think they don’t deserve a 9 or 10. But as we seasoned mongers know, Thailand is where the mutt farang can be king. An ugly dude by Western standards can get a 10 here. It’s as easy ask saying “hello” and showing a little kindness.
What’s the female version of gladiator? Gladiatress ? Ptown is full of gladiatresses these days, especially on The 6. Any dude with halfway decent game could scoop up a harem in no time. I found one such succulent succubus in a south-side bar. 19, from Sukothai. Her name’s Woonsen, and she has very sensitive ladyparts. I know because as I massaged them, she nearly fainted. There are moments in these bars when a man meets a minge and the melding is like magic, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before she becomes a willing cocksmith for his aging wang.
In a different bar, I bought a drink for a gal and ordered a vodka-soda for myself. The bill was 405 baht. What.the everloving. Fuck. In the bar next door to that one, I got three drinks for the same price. Just what do these Soi 6 cunts think they’re doing? I might have to make a comprehensive list of which bars are price gouging, so you gents know who to avoid. But overall, The 6 is suddenly resuscitation. There are hotties on the soi again. I amassed half a dozen conc hopefuls in a handful of days. It’s given me a feeling of excitement for a redlight that I haven’t had since 2018.
In short, the current state of soi 6 is utterly fuckdiculous. There’s mountains of minge. A cluster of clunge. A gargantuan group of gash. A ton of twat. A fuckload of fanny. I’ve amassed so many whores on that soi that visiting them all in one go would cost upwards of 4,000 baht. I now have to divide the gauntlet in half and only visit either the beach side or the Second Road side in a night.
In the lobby of my brother’s hotel I spotted two black guys—American by the looks—who had that first timers perma-grin on their faces. That look is what I call the “firsttimer’s smile.” It comes with widened eyes, as if they’re in disbelief of what they’re seeing and doing.
At Toscana one night I was having a cigar with my sib when an old farang rolled in. He wore a long sleeve button down shirt tucked in to jeans and brown loafers. The staff brought him a Coke and a bottle of Johnny Walker. He finished half the bottle before his meal arrived… Salmon with a glass of pinot grigio. Now that’s a man who knows his days are numbered, and he wants them to be filled with the best pleasures life and his budget have to offer. I hope when I’m his age I’m able to live the same way, with caution to the wind, a full glass, a decadent meal, a beachside sunset, and an alley of hot puss just a stone’s throw away.
In other news, I had to stop watching Shrinking because despite being the best written comedy on TV right now, the fag propaganda got to be too much. When will these cunts learn to tone it back? Or actually, they probably don’t want to. They know their show is great so they bank on people still watching despite getting fag shit shoved down their throats. Not this guy.
Apologies for cutting this post short. It turns out that when I have to devote half my attention to babysitting my brother, I have less energy to devote to waxing pornographic on the interweb. At time of posting, he has a week left to go, so here’s hoping I’ll find my way back to pedantic pontification after that.
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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/ and I promise to post new stuff over there soon.
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And until next time fellow beach 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 for locals…if you’re a redlight regular, be sure to take vitamin C and D daily. There’s a cold going round Pattaya at the mo, so if you plan to get close to any frisky femmes on Soi 6, Walking Street, or LK, you’ll need an immunity boost.
