Greetings and salutations, reader. My name’s Bangkok Seven and this is my blog. Earlier this week, the Thai government (and Pattaya One, where I got most of my info on the subject) began spelling out their proposals for getting tourists back in country starting in October. What they spelled sounds more like something you’d catch…
Happy Friday, internet. Here’s the 2nd half of Chapter 13 of my less-than-inspiring novel, “The Suburbs of Babylon.” “Rosarito is a paradox. Seasonally it is jammed tip to tail with college coeds drinking, dancing, whooping and shtupping with wild abandon. The sight of which is positively energizing. However, the town itself is nothing more than…
Hey there, friend. How’re you? My name is Bangkok Seven, and this is my blog. For this week’s offering, I’m serving up a piping hot photo spread spanning a plethora of inky artwork adorning the backs of several Patpong gogo dancers. It’s a nice slice of the back tattoo demographic from Pink Panther to Bada…
‘Sup reader, my name’s Bangkok Seven and this is my blog. On Friday’s I like to harken back—to ‘frowback,’ if you will—to past points of pertinence in my life, especially ones that helped lead me inevitably to this blissful existence in Thailand. For the past several (and next several) Fridays, this journey has come in…
Hello internet wanderer. My name is Bangkok Seven, and this is my blog. Last weekend was the 4-day government-mandated replacement for the 2020 Songrkan holiday that got cancelled earlier this year on account of a pandemic that only kills old people. But I digress. I took the opportunity to 1—get outa BKK for a bit,…
Happy Friday, one and all. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting sick of wearing a mask. A decade ago, if you’d have told me that in 2020 the entire world would hold it’s breath for a whole year, I’d’ve said you were looney. But here we all are, in the same global asylum,…
Hey bros, how’s ya bits danglin’? Mine are overworked. It turns out a pandemic makes for a lot of broke gogo dancers who then pump Seven’s pump for cash. I’m literally and groinally spent. My regular harem are all leaning on me in order to survive, and now a slew of new girls are scratching…
Well it’s Friday once again, and a weird Friday at that. We here in TLOS are experiencing a rescheduled Songkran holiday, sans water fights and everything else that makes Songkran Songkran. But it’s a government holiday, so instead of working I’m going down, down, to Pattaya town with a loaded god complex and a pocket…