What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. Well, according to Thaiger and the Bangkok Post, Thailand is reeling from the loss of Chinese tourists, who’re now flocking to Vietnam and Cambodia for the cheaper prices. This portly punter, for one, couldn’t be happier. But I’m not convinced that it’s true, because I walk the streets of Bangkok daily and hit the redlight weekly, and though the number of tourists is down across the board and expectedly so, I haven’t noticed a marked downturn in the sino set.
According to the news, heavy rains are in our future. Some outlets are predicting flooding in Bangkok. What does this mean for mongers? Not much. Because we are dedicated. We would never let a trifle like a flood stop us from seeing tits and ass. But it might be prudent to check the weather before heading out. It might cause a punter to punt in one location over another. For us long-timers, it’s par for the course. This is rainy season! (read that line and then imagine Gerard Butler kicking a Persian into a well). A Thailand expat takes the good with the bad, the rain with the sunshine, the fatties with the hotskinnies. And no amount of cons of living here would cause any of us to consider returning to the West.
Midweek I had Chinese delivered, popped an indica gummy and was set to watch YouTube on the couch, but then it started to rain. And I love rainy redlight nights because there are fewer tourists. Imagine my surp4ise when I found the patpong beer garden more than half full. That said, sex tourist traffic was way down. K1’s first rota was half hotties, half chunksters. My friend Pim came and sat down. I played with her naughty bits while she fed me her ladydrink. K3 wasn’t open yet–they’re gurls are all hot young brats who show up late, and later stull on a rainy night–but a crew of young nipos had gathered outside, waiting for those chicks like they were gonna sign autographs. K3 has definitely become the new fave among the sino-nipon set. One dude was very obviously a repeat barfiner and was back like a puppy dog for more of that good sweet honey. Minutes after opening, 6 nipons had already taken over, keeping the one bar maid busy for 20 straight minutes. When no one took my order by then, I bailed. Twouldve been sooner, but the ganja gummy kicked in and I got frozen.
An entire rotation in k2 were all brand new clunge. And they all looked hungry. It’s a mongers wet dream, low season. Now is the winter of our high season discontent made glorious summer by….well by the space-time continuum. Aside from the few clever Japanese, the low season redlight is a fish-in-a-barrel scene for the expat punter. By the time I headed over to k corner, I was properly stoned off that fuckin gummy. So stoned in fact that I didn’t realize an old gogo galpal was dancing 2 feet from me. When she finally caught my eye, she laughed and pinched my cheek. I just stood there, frozen again by the gummy. She kept shaking her ass in my face, trying to get a reaction with no success. Finally she lifted up her shirt and I snapped out of the trance.
K1 changed up their uniforms, foregoing the usual black lingerie for red. Reds usually the color for k corner. Rota 1 had zero hotties, though strangely, no fatties either. They were just mid, or at least, mid for Seven. Seven is a clunge snob. He only bangs 8s and 9s. Every girl in that rota was a solid 6. The 2nd lineup had a 10 and an 8. Pim wasn’t there, so I hopped to the terrace for a Cuban and double b ruskie. There was a fairly persistent breeze that seemed to indicate incoming rain. A gal I used to nail regularly was out on a shorttime run with a customer on her arm. She shouted my name and wai’d as they passed—a thing that’s always awkward. The dude’s never happy about it.
The girls in K3 also wore red, I assume so they could swap dancers with K1 as needed. I’ve said it before, but K3 has so many pornographically hot girls, it makes my stomach queasy. The K Corner lasses were also dolled-up in red. So I guess one King’s dress code has no effect on that bar. They’re only and always in red. One new gal tried locking Seven in from the stage like I was a common tourist. Just then, a girl I’d been ogling from afar for weeks but who always got snagged by a nipon customer came around the corner and headed in my direction. My heart skipped a beat, and I was seconds away from pulling her over for a drink when she relaxed her stomach and let a small ponch show. And that, friends and neighbors, ruined her for me forever.
On exiting the Corner, as the earlier breeze foretold it was pissing down, and so I was stuck in the Pong. A staffer from a bar I don’t go to anymore because the owner disrespected me called me over. He assured me no one I dislike would pop in, thanks to the rain, and so I sat down for a cocktail. Rota 1 was three girls who used to dance at The Strip. A long tall vixen who I’d banged half a decade ago passed by with a wai. Rota 2 had six girls who kept running to the toilet, indicating rampant drug use in that joint.
At the weekend, Jack Nites of bangkoknites messaged to say he’d be taking photos in the Pong and would I be around. I said I could arrange that, and swung onto the K1 terrace for a Cuban and chivas. Then Jack arrived and we plowed through all four King’s bars, taking photos and flirting with the girls. Jack’s presence as official photographer lends me more legitimacy in the eyes of the new dancers, and I take liberties with ass-grabbing and nipple-tweaking. Plus the bars give us free beers, and I get randier the more I drink. On the whole, ‘twas a fun night.
On Saturday I swung into Paddy Reilly for a Black Heart Stout v Guinness taste test and a plate of spaghetti. I’ll post the results on my Substack later this week. Then I went home and took a long daytime nap off those two pints, and woke up at 20.30. There was nothing else to do but hit the redlight. Kings 1 was 95% full of sinos and nipons having a loud, rowdy party. One Tokyo drifter sat next to me, took off his shoes, and tucked his smelly feet up under him on the seat. I get that there are exotic cultures in the world, but there should be some universal level of decorum. Like not taking your shoes off in the gogo, for fuck’s sake.
In K2 there’s another regular punter that I see all the time. He wears NBA jerseys and American football caps so I assume he’s a yank, but he’s got Asian DNA. If I had to guess, I’d say Hawaiian or maybe Filipino. His drinking ritual is unique. He orders ice in a tumbler, a plate of lime wedges, and five shots of tequila. He then combines all parts by hand, two shots at a time. I’ve never seen that approach, in all my travels. The girls were their usual money-focused selves, and I’m not really chasing anyone in that joint. But I did slip a hundy into one lady’s bra, just to keep some bait on the hook.
K Corner continues to lure gorgeous girls like sexy moths to a flame. Every time I go there, my eyes pop out of my head at all the hot clunge. It’s not 20teens levels of hotness by any stretch, but for the times we’re living in, it’s a spectacle. One such hottie remembered me from Jack’s photo shoot earlier in the week, and beckoned me to come sit with her. I wouldn’t have done it, except she’s a 9, and I can’t say no to 9s. We had a lovely chat. All my usual Thai-English pickup puns worked like a charm. I got her Line and told her what I always tell a gogo dancer the first time we meet: if you ever need money, message me.
All the amazing ass in K Corner and K3 is a really good thing, because only the King’s bars are keeping Patpong alive. Virgin is closed more than its open. VirginX has human landmines aka ladyboys in the mix, and the frog-owned bars look dire. It’s crazy to think that, of all the gogos in BKK, nothing in Nana or Cowboy holds a candle to the King’s group, and in the Pong, all the other bars suck ass.
At 22.30 I wasn’t ready to go home so I flitted to G’s German for a Karlsbrau Bock Bier and chicken panang, which was delicious. I could’ve eaten five plates. The soi was a festival of gayness. I know when I go there I’m an outsider regarding all that, and so I have no complaints in that arena. But it is a bit like finding oneself on another planet. Dudes in sleeveless hoodies sip champagne from elegant flutes. Progressive women try to fit in, but end up looking superfluous, like a third leg or extra appendix. Guido makes everyone feel welcome. He’s the first to notice I’ve lost weight. He recommends the bock, knowing I want to be flattened by the brew.
After that, I picked up more indica gummies to ensure I’d pass out in due time, and hoofed it home.
In other news, according to Thaiger News’ Facebook page, a Chinese tourist was held without bail last week in Pattaya for killing a ladyboy. It’s hard to know who to feel worse for. I mean, most men would have the same reaction when they bring a barfine home and find a wang and a set of balls under her skirt. Then again, who comes to Thailand and doesn’t educate oneself first? One person is dead and another’s life is permanently ruined for lack of communication. Certainly, LBs should always be forthright about what they are. And as far as I know, they are, for the most part. Maybe it was the language barrier. Or maybe the Sino was just stupid. Either way, it shouldn’t happen.
This week’s Members Only Gallery is an album of the latest pics sent to me by gogo dancers Puy (of Twister Nana Plaza) and Sai (of Kinky Girls Patpong).
The link is here: https://bangkokseven.com/members-only-gallery-gogo-dancer-update-puy-and-sai/
but only if you become a Member. The price is $1 per month, 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: If you’re trying to lose weight (like me) and you’re looking for an alternative to Chang and Leo, 7-11 sells Japanese vodka sodas in a can. You can find them next to the Smirnoff Ice in the fridge. There are three brands—one is 7% alcohol, and the other two are 5%. The 5%ers taste pretty good. The 7%s taste like ass. I’ve incorporated them into my nightcap routine, and so far it seems to be helping me shed some kilos.
