Patpong is in a state of flux. For the first time in half a century, it’s transforming into something new. Specifically, it’s evolving into a more inclusive place. Alongside the old gogo bars and ping pong shows, a variety of new venues have popped up, including gay bars, cabarets, sports bars, and restaurants, along with…
Last year, I wrote a piece for Sweet3Mango about how, as an aging expat bachelor in Thailand, I’ve lost all desire and need to be nice to people. When I finally admitted it to myself, it was as if a ton of bricks were lifted from my shoulders, and I could stand up and breathe…
Hey guys, it’s me, Seven. Every once in a while, a dickhole masquerading as a “blogger” publishes something to the internet about Thailand that is so baffling and retarded that it warrants a response. Recently a website I greatly respect started posting articles written by a pair of real cunts. They’re an American couple living…
I miss Krabi. Now that I’m going on 7 years as a cosmopolitan Bangkok man (Bangkoksmopolitan, copyright BKK7), I’ve started to pine for southern life. Don’t get me wrong—I love the Bangkok red-lights, and the huge malls, great restaurants, and farang-friendly fare. I’m a city boy at heart. But I have to admit, there was…
Happy Friday, websurfer. It’s your man Seven, just counting the minutes till the weekend and frowing you a little frowback. This one comes from the list of ten Top 10 tips published last year via BKKNites and Sweet3Mango. I can’t remember which one posted this treatise on bar girls but if I had to guess,…
Every once in a while, a gogo dancer comes along whose talent and/or hotness deserves special recognition. A hall-of-famer who puts all others to shame. Today’s article is a tribute to one of those girls. Her name is Nuiy and she dances at Glamour in Patpong. Nuiy has the body of a goddess, and that’s…
Available only through patpongnightlife, here’s a personal interview with the lovely Kik, who has left the pole to raise her newborn…
Greetings, reader. It’s Friday again. Time for another frowback. This one’s from last year, and recounts an incident I witnessed in Patpong. A new gogo dancer, fresh from the country and naiive in her experience with tourists, got swindled. I know, there are dozens of stories where the opposite happens, but sometimes the tables turn,…
Hey everyone. Seven here. So, you’re probably already aware of the red light district called Patpong. If you’re not, A—what rock have you been living under and B—get your shit together. If you are, you probably know its main draw-slash-claim to fame: namely, gogo bars and naughty shows that’d make Caligula blush. Oh and you…