What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. I’m still in Ptown with my brother, who has come down with a cold on Wednesday that has hampered his efforts to monger and kept me busy running back and forth to the pharmacy. But I still managed to hit up the redlight a couple of times, and so here’s a summary of those events…
On Sunday The 6 was an absolute zoo. It took mere days for many of the girls to learn my name and that I hand out dinner money to whoever asks. It’s another indicator that if I moved here, 1—it would be easy to become as popular as I am in Patpong and 2—I’d be in a constant state of nearly-skint. On this visit, I finally made it to Dolls—Soi 6’s only gogo and a joint that preCovid was something like a phenomenon. Then it closed down for years. ‘Twas good to see it semi-recovered, with a couple of hotties in the mix. I also found a couple hotskinnies to chat and drink with in Passion, Playpen, Wet Six, and La La Land. I didn’t nail anyone, though. I think that kind of action has run its course for this old poon hound. These days, I just want my harem (I feel like I might’ve typed that exact sentence in the previous week’s post). That don’t mean I would turn down a BJ, or even a quickie if I was all horned-up and bored. But it’s not at the top of my to-do list anymore. I guess it’s just part of getting old.
Daytime Pattaya streets are full of farang boyfriends and their Thai arm candy. Some are brand new couplings. You can tell by both of their perma-grins. Hers from thoughts of paying all her bills. His from finally having a flesh and blood female who wants him around. It helps that she’s also the hottest thing he’s ever laid hands on. The longterm couples are the opposite. They both wear scowls. Scowls of apathy, of lack of fulfillment, of squandered potential and suspended animation. Still, at least they have someone with whom to scowl. That’s more than what The West has to offer.
The most recent set of days were a haze of Myth Night, LK, and Tree Town as my brother stalked those sois like Ahab pursuing his proverbial whale. Eventually he gathered enough Line IDs to stay home and just call one over whenever he felt the urge, which was at least once a day. That freed me up to do the Ptown things I like to do. I sped through a few more girls on the 6 before admitting to myself that I don’t actually like Pattaya girls. Yes, they’re fun and pervy. But I like Bangkok girls, and yes, there’s a difference. Veterans already know this but for the new and uninitiated, Ptown attracts and keeps a certain type of Thai chick. I’ve already described her: aggressive and pornographic. Which makes it easier to get laid, that’s for sure. Bangkok girls aren’t as naughty, and some take time and training. And maybe that’s a good enough explanation for why I like them better. It’s more fun to instruct an ingenue in the way of debauchery. To corrupt a sweet spirit and teach her to love an orgasm (hers and mine). They tend to attach to you when you do that, and you’ve got a friend and fuckbuddy for—well, not for life. But for a long while, at any rate. But back to Ptown…
On my 2nd trip to Walking Street, I was too early for all gogos except windmill where I caught what I thought was the chubby rotation. Turns out they had chubby and chubbier rotas. Then I wandered further south than I’d been in years. After the gogos petered out the soi became a weird hybrid of non-redlight businesses–handbags, weird restaurants, and clubs. I found one empty club with just one semi-hot hostess sitting inside. She bade me enter, and we sat for a lovely chat. Her name was Mook, a former gogo dancer who is now too old (she was 35) and lazy to take to the pole. Her English was almost as good as my Thai, so we got along swimmingly. I got the feeling she wanted my info, but I don’t date over-30s so when she went to the loo I quickly paid and bailed.
The advantage to getting to WS early is, you can hit either pinup or xs before they get top crowded. I arrived at the former at 20.10 and found a great seat with ease.i apott3d 4 perfect 10s in the first rotation, 3 in the 2nd. The 3rd rota (the one that doesn’t get their tits out) had 2. barfine is 2k shorttime not including the girl.
As I worked my way back to xs I let the universe guide me to stops in between. The first was the old glass house, a joint that yielded tons of hot ass half a decade ago. This time around there was 9ne 9 in the first rota. 185b smls is high for that caliber of minge.
And then, because they’re new and the sign is the biggest on ws, I slipped into shark. Goddam there are some hotties in there. The venue is deceptively large. When you walk in it looks like just a small with mirrored walls to make it look bigger. But it is bigger. There’s a parallel stage at the front, and a perpendicular stage behind them. The place is a chasm of gash. A gashasm. And 55b happy hour beers were just what Dr Feelgood ordered.
Then I hit Fahrenheit in search of an old galpal from Patpong but I didn’t see her. Instead I got an eyeful of three 10s and three 9s. And 160b vodka sodas was icing sugar on the donut.
Made it to XS at half 9. The joint was a circus of tits, and I was drunk enough to do a bit of in-seat dancing. That’s where an old white man bops and moves to the beat of the song, to the delight of any Thai girl who catches the show. There were too many hotties to count but if I had to guess I’d say twenty 10s and ten 9s.
Around midweek I struck out for another solo trip to The 6. A few nights earlier I’d met the world’s tiniest bar girl who promised to give me the best BJ of my life if I came back to her bar. I did, and she tried, but this monger’s been around the world a couple times. It was definitely the best BJ of the year so far, but the winners in that category are still a three-way tie between two of my current harem and a sweet German backpacker whom I met whilst beach-hopping in Panama. But it was still a great effort on her part, and that’s what we love about the Ptown girls, ain’t it? They’re all quite aggressively sexually professional (aggrosexopro for short, copyright BKK7). You can always count on an excellent beej and/or pornographically enthusiastic sex session from a Soi 6 girl. No dead starfish action down that alley. No, sir. Back when I first arrived, I met a long tall hottie at Saigon Girl named KungKing, but a few days later, she bailed on the bar after getting in a fight with a coworker. Tonight as I sauntered toward Playpen I got a Line message from her: “I see you but I not hear you me” which is Thai for, I called your name but you didn’t hear me. So I knew she was somewhere else on the soi. I backtracked about 50 meters and then she shouted me down from her new bar, which I won’t name, and we had a drink. Originally from Bangkok, she’d come to Ptown in hopes of making some fast money, but as she doesn’t go with customers, it’s been slow going. I told her I was a teacher, and could instruct her in the ways of the farang wang (farawang for short, copyright BKK7), but thus far she’s been too shy. She did say she’ll be going back to Bangkok at the end of the month, and would likely swing by my place at that time. She had a nice smelling vape, and I asked to try it. ‘Twas the first one I actually liked. Coke flavor. It reminded me of the cola flavored candy we’d get from the ice cream truck as kids in LA. After bidding farewell to her and The 6, I trundled down to Walking Street, hitting Skyfall because the girls there are always amiable, if not hot. I counted three 7s. 165b vodka sodas. Truthfully, I just wanted to hit XS and Pin-Up again but in order to give a more rounded report I forced myself to visit bars where hotskinnies weren’t a guarantee. You’re welcome. I also pushed on to Lighthouse with 100bTtiger drafts and ten girls onstage, three of them 10s.
In my endeavor to find gogos with hot chicks other than Pin-Up and XS, I stumbled into Chick, a new bar rife with superhotties and crystal chandeliers. 95b happy hour bottles. Each rota was hotter than the last. I actually pitched a tent, and that was mere hours after the world-class BJ on the 6. Nothing like Ptown to make a middle-aged man feel 40 again. Turns out the XS/PU crew run Chic as well (of course) and also a smaller venue called Opium, so I swung in there for a non happy hour 120b Tiger draft.
Since my brother who only eats pizza and burgers wasn’t with me, I was able to grab a moo taud and kow niow snack on Soi Diamond for $3 US—that’s farang pricing, but I didn’t mind. Speaking of Diamond, a new version of Electric Blue A-Gogo is supposedly opening next to Windmill 2 in the near future. No confirmed date yet.
And just for shits and giggles, I decided to hit as many Thai gogos on Walking Street as I could before my legs gave out. Here’s the summary…The Palace is deceptively large. I was the only farang. Everyone else was of the sino-nipon connection. One Night Jack had eight-girl rotas with one hottie in each. 170b room temperature SML. Next to Pin-Up is a tiny gogo called PH39. It’s a mishmash of horrid and OK looking gals. A skinny solo farang came in, sat down, ordered an orange juice, had one sip, paid and left, indicating he was a stupid git. Because as we all know, you never leave before the rotation.
Then I hit 79 Agogo, which was a pinata of pussy. ‘ Twas a shit ton of girls of every shape and size in an insurgency of minge. A mingesurgency. 95b drafts. Then Baccarat for 95b drafts and twenty-girl rotas with one acceptable chick in each. I hope you appreciate the amount of half-decent fanny I subjected myself to in order to bring you this report.
In a weird bit of news, Munro Russian girls bar has paid for a new sign. They changed their name to Monro, because their facade features a picture of Marilyn Monroe, missing the point that after all the effort, it’s still misspelled. I like that place, though. Russian girls are hot.
Sensations hat two rotations with one 8 in each and 99b Tiger drafts. I went out of my way to hit Peppermint, because back in the 20teens I found several hotties that turned into longtime shorttimers. There was one 8 in each rotation. 95b Tigers.
As the weekend loomed, I ventured out again solo whilst my sib tried in vain to kick his cold. First, we split a bottle of shiraz and smoked a couple Partagas on his balcony. Then he went to bed and i hit the street. This time I returned to LK to get a better look at lady love, then say hi to my galpal in Las Vagas, then check some previously unvisited joints. LL was packed with girls and punters. No 8s or 9s, or 10s but the vodka soda was 145 so that’s something. Dolls on LK has removed one of its mini stages. Now only 4 girls dance at a time on top of two tiny gogo boxes. It’s clear they make their overhead by matching groin-grabbers with punters and slinging ladydrinks. I saw an 8 who made fuckme eyes at me for her entire rotation, then went and sat with a fat old hobbit.
In Las Vegas my galpal kept me company for the length of a drink. I played wither tits and fiddled wither vajeen which she patiently endured. She said “I know you go Soi 6 every day. You have too many lady already.” I gently stroked her nipples while assuring I only had eyes for her. It didn’t affect an immediate result, but I know I’ll wear her down eventually. More than anything, I want her to pose naked for some photos. She’s got a body like a sexy roller coaster.
Afterward, I stopped in a Sugar Sugar, a bar that captured my horny imagination back in the early 2010s. ‘Twas a bevy of buxom bovines this time round. I didn’t finish my 130b SML. I just beat a hasty retreat outta there. The clientele were equal parts swarthy riffraff and crotchety old farts.
And that rounded out my 2nd week in Ptown. If I’m honest, it’s starting to wear on me. I just keep baht-bussing The Beach Road between Walking Street and The 6, with sojourns to LK in between. It’s getting monotonous. I miss Bangkok.
Speaking of, I heard the King’s Group back in Patpong have opened a 4th gogo. Now, this’ll get confusing so try to follow. Their new bar is called “King’s Castle 3.” It’s in the location of the old King’s Castle 2, which has since moved to the other side of Soi 1. The original plan was to tear down the wall separating the old King’s 1 and 2 to make one giant King’s 1. They’ve opted not to do that, and instead are refurbishing the old King’s 2 into a new King’s 3, next to King’s 1. The gogo that used to be called King’s Corner and is now named King’s Castle, remains unchanged. So now in Patpong the King’s bars are: King’s 1, King’s 2, King’s Castle (I still refer to it as K Corner) and soon-to-be King’s 3.
Speaking of, this week’s Members Only Gallery is still more in-gogo candids from the King’s Group
The link is here: https://bangkokseven.com/members-only-gallery-great-moments-in-the-kings-gogos-2020-2022/
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 post the links on my social every Friday, and provide a summary of all posts at the end of each month. 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/
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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: View Talay 6 is a great place to stay while in Ptown, but if you opt for it, check first with your rental company to make sure you’re not on the 9th floor, because there are half a dozen condos on that floor where very loud people come and go in the wee hours of the morning, and instead of keys for their doors, each has a 7-digit code that beeps very loudly when they enter it, and then a computerized female voice either chastises them if they get the code wrong or congratulates them if they get it right. All of this takes place at an obscenely loud volume that is exacerbated by the echo effect of the long hallway.