The Suburbs of Babylon Chapter 17 Part 1

TGI Friday, am I right reader? Time for me to belch another Frowback onto the internet, in the form of the next chapter of my heretofore unread self-published semi-autobiographical novel, The Suburbs of Babylon… “Chapter Seventeen You’re with me so much, though you’re never with me anymore. And it makes me cry. —The Sundays SETBACK…

The Unbearable Triteness of Mongering (and Sevenisms Part 3)

What’s wrong with me? That’s the first thought that crossed my mind yesterday when, for the first time in over two years, I didn’t publish a weekly blog. Then I remembered only three people read this thing, and then I didn’t feel so bad. And yet, the question persisted. What’s wrong with me? I successfully…

Seven’s Vision for a Future Patpong

Hello there, friend. How’s your Sunday going? My name’s Bangkok Seven, and this is my blog. Even before Covid-19 devastated the country’s tourist industry, Patpong and other red-light districts in Thailand were seeing less foot traffic. The advent of Tinder and online escort services made the ole gogo bar nearly obsolete, causing some of the…

The Suburbs of Babylon Chapter 16 Part 1

Happy Friday, internet vagabond. My name’s Seven, and this is my blog. On the last day of the work week, I like to post something that harkens back–frows back, if you will–to a time in my life before Thailand (TBT for short, copyright BKK7), especially those events that contributed to my moving here. Below is…

The Sunday Ritual: 2010-2020

‘Sup everyone, and by ‘everyone’ I mean the one person who reads my blogs, I’m Bangkok Seven—whoremonger with a heart of gold and frequent visitor to Patpong—BKK’s oldest adult entertainment zone, aka red-light district. But I wasn’t always a Pong rat. In fact, I lived in Thailand for three years before ever setting foot in…

The Suburbs of Babylon Chapter 15

Here at Patpongnightlife.com we like to use our Fridays to frowback. Frowing back as it were, to the TBT—the time before Thailand, when life was decidedly less….paradisical. In his oft maligned unmemorable manuscript titled “The Suburbs of Babylon,” a quasi-autobiographical account mixed with great feats of fiction, Bangkok Seven paints a picture of his past…

La Red-Light Danse Sans Regret

Bonjour, netsurfer. My name is Bangkok Seven, and this is my blog, the main topic of which is Patpong, hence the name. Today, mes amies—and don’t ask me why I’m using French, maybe it’s because of time recently spent in Le Bouchon or perhaps its due to my new affinity for the character of Frenchie…

The Suburbs of Babylon Chapter 14

Happy Friday, reader. Fridays are my chosen day to throwback—or “frowback,” yes revel in the throes of that cleverness—to the history of events that brought me inevitably to Thailand. One convenient source of that history is my oft maligned and barely tolerable tome of mediocrity known as “The Suburbs of Babylon.” So, I’ve been publishing…