What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. I’ve been back in country for four days, which was just long enough to nail three concubines, not recover from the jetlag, and hit the redlight twice. And for my money, it was twice too many. More on that later. I will say, it’s good to be back in a country where stores don’t lock up their chocolate and deodorant so thieves can’t walk out with it. I hope for your sake you never have to visit the cesspool that is the United States, but if you must, I recommend flying either with Singapore Air or my current fave, Starlux. These mofos are putting every other trans-Pacific airline to shame. Until China invades Taiwan, Sarlux will be the clear boss of the skies between here and California. I flew budget—meaning Premium Economy—because coach isn’t even humane, and though you can’t fully recline, it’s a very acceptable environment for a 13-hour flight. Everything is brand new, the food is pretty good, and the staff are fantastic. OK, Starlux plug over.
I got back to Silom at 1 pm on Wednesday and practically had a queue of harem girls waiting at my door. After doubling up with a 2 pm BJ and a 5 pm shagging, I hit the pillow early and slept till 6 am on Thursday. Later that morning, I took a stroll through the Pong. For years, a daywalk past the gogos would give me a thrill of anticipation for the coming evening. Not so, these days. If you’ve read my recent posts, you know I’ve been disillusioned with the Bangkok redlight scene of late. The girls think their vaginas are made of solid gold, quoting 5k for a shorttime fine (which is retarded) and lacking the kind of warmth and fun that used to characterize (at least) the goodtime girls of Patpong. Of course, the Disneyland-like appeal of first-timers and noobs will always be there. The unrefined will continue to crowd into Nana, Cowboy, and even the Pong’s King’s bars. But the discerning monger—the monger with taste—the monger that remembers Bangkok’s heyday—can’t but turn his nose up at 2025’s shitty excuse for a redlight. It depressed me enough to skip the gogos on Thursday and hunker down with harem girl number 1 for an extended session.
I finally mongered on Friday afternoon a quick conc BJ, hitting King’s 1 first, and found 80% of the stage to be new faces—mostly chunksters with a couple of 10s mixed in. They got snapped up for ladydrinks but quick.
The customer count was low season usual, which is to say the place was a third full and the girls outnumbered the punters 2 to 1. And since the off duty rotation looked as rotund as the first, I didn’t stick around to view them, especially since an obnoxious nipon walked in and asked every seated lass, “Don’t you like Japanese? Do you like Japanese?” Meanwhile half the chicks don’t speak English. One asked her friend, “What did he say?” “I don’t know,” she replied.
King’s 3 is still shut. Kings 2 had three customers. I made 4. A gurl who turned down a harem invite tried to pump me for a drink. I put a hundy in her knickers and sent her away. She persisted in complaining from her spot onstage. Somehow there were enough dancers for three rotations. I saw a few familiars but no stand-out hotties. It seems, in my 3-week absence, that the King’s crew got noticeably thicker. As I exited, the mamasan grabbed me and said, “Seven! Why are you so thin?” “I don’t eat” was my response. Which is only partially true.
King’s Corner was the winner again with a collection of some of the most fiercely hot clunge in all of BKK. That joint is a Hollywood fantasy version of a gogo bar. It defies logic how there could be so many fuckwarriors working in one spot. I suppose that’s why it was 3 quarters full. They’ve re-sparkled the stage, and the new vip section is now open, just in time for no-season. The new gals watched me like a hawk. I must be quite the enigma to them, since i dont adhere to any of the usual sex tourist tropes. I’m not in the market for minge, yet the staff treat me like I own the place. I just sip my drink and bounce along to the music without the familiar blueball energy of a noob. And that really is the great divide between a local and a one-week millionaire. The absence of urgency. The lazy, lion-of-the-pride vibe that only the properly laid can exude. My game is turned down to 2, and ironically that’s exactly what presents as catnip for the redlight pussycat.
I was one of just 5 customers in virgin. VirginX is still shut so there was no shortage of minge onstage. ‘Twas about 60-40 new faces vs veterans. A few fresh faces tried in vain to get my attention. They don’t know that, on this soi anyway, I’m kind of a big deal. It made me wonder how long I’d need to establish myself as a regular once I move to Ptown. I paid the deposit for the apartment on Friday and started packing clothes, so it’s really real now. I’m excited. Bangkok bores me to tears at the moment.
Super Pussy is doing well enough to open another ping pong show next to King’s sports bar. And a new sign in the beer garden.
On Saturday I hit Cowboy. My Bolt driver raced a tuk-tuk for half the trip. I walked in to Dollhouse and immediately another local shouted me over. We had a catch-up. He filled me in on the events of other locals’ lives, who’s died, who’s still kicking. He said, “I heard Stickman was here, did you talk to him?” as if we’re supposed to know each other. I never met the dude and wouldn’t recognize him if I fell over him in the street. But everyone assumes we’re comrades because he has a redlight blog and I have a redlight blog. Thank Christ I don’t know him. I don’t know how I’d hide the fact that I find his writing insufferable.
Dollhouse served up two 10s in the first rota and an 8 in the second. That bar has their contingent of old fat locals and they take up half the seats. The rest are wide-eyed one-weekers all trying hard for the one hot chick on the stage.
Long gun was all 2s, 3s, 4s, and 5s but they played Credence followed by Men at Work so all that dross was forgiven. Another reason to like Long Gun is, no one harassed you. A monger can’t set foot in half the bars on Cowboy due to overpriced drinks, padded bills, and relentless old barmaids and their crusty claws.
The caliber of sex tourist varies widely in TLOS. I’d say half are the presentable type. Khakis, polo shirt, combed hair, mouthwash. But the other half, Jesus Mary and Joseph what a collection of dirtballs.
Not that the girls care, as long as he’s buying g drinks. Three absolute shitbags were in Tilac making a scene. One dude shouted at staff in between stuffing a hand down the back of his shorts to scratch is ass. Out of two rotas, I spotted only one hottie. This redlight really puts Patpong in perspective. There are more hot girls in one Pong gogo than the whole of Soi Cowboy.
I popped in to rainbow to say hi to Bee but she was already sat with another local and mutual UK expat friend who’d just returned from London. We made a trio and chatted about life in the hellish West vs this tropical paradise. I counted zero hot girls in both rotations. He was very affectionate with bee—more than I’d ever feel comfortable with in a redlight setting, because I am a heartless pimp. I told him as much, saying the closest I get to being affectionate is biting a girl’s elbow. He said it was because she was a “one that got away” of sorts. The same is true for me. I never nailed Bee, and looking back at photos I took of her from 2016-2018, I’m chagrined at never dipping my wick in that pulchritudinous poontang. But the reality is, back then there were a dozen girls hotter than her, and they all got tied to my bedpost at one time or other. I simply didn’t have time. These days, she’s past her prime, and still, she’s the best Cowboy has to offer. It’s a testament to how far the soi has fallen from its glory days, when every single slag was a 9 or a 10. That was 15 years ago.
After that, I hightailed it t’Pong for Virgin’s “Hawaii” themed party. There was lots of new clunge on hand. An old gray-haired punter who id seen the previous night was back to re-barfine the same skinny slag he’d rented out for a 3nd time. Fucking amateur. Every good monger knows you never barfine twice. You get her Line and have her over before work. Jeez who’s training these dupes?
Nat was in the bathtub again. She’s a shadow of her former hot self, having put on some KFC kilos (KFC-los for short), but still an authentic sex bomb. I slipped a hundy in her knickers just to check if she was clean-shaven. She was.
It’s always fun and awkward (fawkward for short) when a dude walks into the gogo with a barfine from a different gogo, and she’s a chick you’ve nailed a dozen times in the past. That happened in Virgin. A frail old baldy limped in with a girl from King’s Corner who used to be a conc of mine 10 or so years ago. She kept looking over and giving that congenial smile that said “I know what your wang tastes like” while the oblivious cue ball stared bug-eyed at the stage. On my way to the loo I ran smack into Nok. I grabbed her arm and felt the crispy crust of fresh ink. That girl’s always getting new tattoos.
In contrast to the previous night, King’s 1 was an absolute zoo, and good for them. They put Nana and cowboy to shame with their overflowing roster of hot ass, and they deserve the attention.
In Cowboy a typical rota is eight fatties, one 7 and one hotskinny. In Patpong, it’s the reverse. And yet, I’m disgusted with the Pong because, even though it still slaughters the other redlights, it’s a shameful shadow of its former self. I wanted to hit up King’s 2 and K Corner but I was exhausted. I’m still not back to normal after three weeks in Cali. That’s also why this post is so short. Sorry not sorry.
In other news, six gogo dancers asked to borrow money this week. To me, it’s a clear indicator that the redlights aren’t doing well. Which can be good for a flush monger. There are deals to be done. Moves to be made. Chicks to be photographed, if you know what I mean. I look forward to the lasciviousness of the next couple of weeks.
This week’s Members Only Gallery is another in-gogo video compilation of some of the redlight’s best busts and butts of the 20teens.
The link is here: https://bangkokseven.com/members-only-gallery-another-in-gogo-video-compilation/
but only if you become a Member. The price is $1 per month ($12 per annum), and new content is added weekly, and you can access all Members Only content by clicking on the Members Only Content link at the top of this page.
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: I’ve mentioned her before in a blog—maybe a year or so ago—but if your fb feed is anything like mine—full of Thai chicks—you might be inundated by photos and videos of Ae Asia. She’s on social media like white on rice. Once upon a time, though, she was a lowly Soi 6 girl. And if you, like me, had a chance to nail her you know that 1—she’s a sweetheart and 2—her bedroom skills are around a 7 out of 10. Some poor American shlub has taken her out the redlight and all the way to the USA, trying to make a buck off her as an internet sex object. I’m not advising you to join her fan club. But it is nice to see a bar girl make good. Maybe give her a look-see.
