What’s up reader, Bangkok Seven here. You’ve found your way to my blog. Over the past month, I’ve been sharing some photos from past years when the vibe on Patpong was decidedly more festive. There was no Koof to speak of, and so the party raged on with no inkling of the devastating pandemic about to turn the world on its head.
This week, I present for you a small collection of images I whipped up right at the start of the lockdown, back in March of 2020. It depicts several nude-ish Patpong gogo dancers who, over the years, had consented to being photographed by me in my apartment, ostensibly for my “naked ninja” series.. When Covid first hit, it was clear that these gogo dancers would suffer. Unable to work, they soon found themselves penniless, homeless, and hungry. So I tried, in my small way, to come up with an idea that portrayed the situationn they were in–a sort of limbo, waiting and hoping, of fearing Covid but fearing starvation more. What would that look like, in symbolic form? The results are below. Using Photoshop and a couple other free online picture editing programs, I ended up with these…
The lovely Rose used to dance in The Strip. She was always energetic, quick to laugh, friendly, and didn’t mind being pawed-at. For years, she showed no interest in me at all, and I more or less felt out of her league. She was just too gorgeous for this old gogo rat.
But then one day, out of nowhere, she stopped dancing and shouted “Seven!” I nearly dropped my beer. She turned her bum toward me, pulled her shorts down and said “photo, photo!” So I snapped one. Then when she’d finished her rotation, she came and sat down, grabbed my phone, put her Line in it, and sent herself the picture. A week later she sent me a message inviting herself over to my place. We were playdate mates for a while, but then Covid hit and she vanished from the scene. Last I heard, she’d gone back to Issan.
What I remember most about Rose was how brazen she was. She even consented to do a naked interview with me, which you can still find on Youtube. No naughty parts are visible, of course. That would go against community standards. But I promise you, she’s naked in it. And ravishing.
Miw’s made an appearance more than once over the last month. She used to dance at Kiss Bar, and is currently in Phuket. She was spectacular on stage, and eventually her prowess outgrew littl ole Patpong and she headed off in search of greener pastures. But for a brief time, she was one of Seven’s ninjas. The middle picture is Pui. Mother of two, longtime veteran of the famous Electric Blue A-Gogo, now renamed XXX Lounge. She posed for my “Patpong Dangerous” exhibit, and wound up on a cake. Here, she fit nicely into a flask, looking as trapped as she felt during the lockdown. She messaged me once to ask for cash, but then went M.I.A. I assume she’s out in the country somewhere. The 3rd image is of May–also an EB holdover who transitions to XXX Lounge quite comfortably. She’s got a pair of very modest C cup fake tits that aptly complement her small frame. She has two sons, no husband, and bills to pay. I’ve lost track of her as well.
Before taking this photo of Kukkik I wrapped her in Christmast lights. Not sure what I was going for, but in the end, after re-rendering this image four times, they’re almost completely blended out. But in case you were wondering what those yellow dots were, those are LED lights on a string tangled around her naked, crouching body.
Kik’s back tattoo is featured prominently in the “Patpong Dangerous” exhibit. And somewhere I’ve got a bunch of phots of her onstage in XXX Lounge–her last-known location before disappearing post lockdown. Before that, she had a long career in King’s Castle 1. Sometime in 2019, she got herself a farang benefactor and had to switch to a gogo where they didn’t pressure the girls as hard to go short-time.
Most recently, I’d heard she found a stage in Nana. That was between the two Bangkok lockdowns. No idea where she is now. I miss her big smile and paradoxically bashful demeanor, while at the same time her total lack of compunction about stripping naked, ten seconds after walking in the door.
Wan and Praew were super-popular dancers at King’s Castle 1 when I found them and coaxed the pair back to my place for a photo shoot, mainly because of their awesome back tattoos. They were prominently featured in Patpong Dangerous, so much so that Wan became worried that her boyfriend would see the photos and get mad at her. She asked to be removed from the exhibition. I said ‘no.’ Both gals have since quit the biz. Wan’s a housewife now, as far as I can tell. Praew took a job at an overnight shipping company. Long story short, nobody gets to enjoy all that back ink anymore.
Baifern got her start in Pink Panther, then moved briefly to the Japanese soi, and at the time of the most recent lockdown was a regular in King’s Corner. She struggled with health problems over the course of the past two years and finally got back to normal just in time to have her livelihood stolen by the gogo closure. These days, I don’t know what she’s up to. I just hope that when the bars reopen (rumored to be March 1st) she’ll be back onstage in King’s.
The fact is, these girls are all lovely human beings, and grabbing the pole on the gogo stage was how they fed their kids and kept a roof over their heads. The Thai government has seen fit to shutter those establishments, with no science to back up the move, putting these vexing vixens in the same boat as all other tourist-reliant workers in the country. I suppose someone near the top of the food chain thinks they’re helping The Great Reset, while others are deliberately trying to stamp out this kind of entertainment in TLOS. But I’ve got news for them. Money talks, and always will in certain circles. And Thai chicks are just too damn gorgeous to ignore or shut indoors. Sooner or later, they’ll bring sexy back. And there’s nothing the fucking bureaucrats and politicians can do about it.
By the way, all of the above works are ink on acrylic and can be purchased through the Patpong Museum. The average price is around 3,000 baht.
Keep on truckin’ everyone. Keep on keepin’ on. Keep hope alive, because the red-light will return. Count on it.