Happy Sunday to you, reader. Thanks for stopping by. My name’s Seven and this is my blog. Bangkok’s oldest red-light district, also known as Patpong, had itself a festive week. A new gogo bar opened on Soi 1, and there were two big weekend parties on Soi 2. And this intrepid gogo rat was there…
What’s up reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. How’s your dry day going? If you’re reading this on Sunday morning, you’re more than halfway through 24 hours of imposed sobriety thanks to local elections—that is, if you didn’t plan ahead and stock your fridge yesterday. Stay strong. Alcohol will resume flowing this…
In The Smiths song “The Queen is Dead,” Morrissey asks “Oh, has the world changed or have I changed?” I wonder the same thing, only about Pattaya. How they hangin’ reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. The last three times I’ve gone to Pattaya—heretofore I’ll refer to as Ptown—has produced a disturbing…
What’s up reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. I’m what you’d call a Pong Rat—a monger/punter who prefers the dark, sinister sois of Patpong to the other RLDs in BKK. I love the grit, the history, and most of all, the girls. They’re an eclectic collection (eclectollection) of party monsters, most of…
Happy Sunday, reader. I’m Bangkok Seven and this is my blog. It’s been 9 days since my 3-week purgatory vacation in the United States, and 7 straight nights in Patpong has proved to be adequate therapy for purging any negative effects caused by exposure to the poisonous hellscape of America. (Pictured above: at Black Pagoda,…
What’s up reader, my name’s Bangkok Seven and this is my blog. If you read my stuff regularly, and if it’s felt like I’ve been phoning it in lately, that’s because I was. For the last 3 weeks, I’ve been enjoying the vices and vexations of the communist, New World Order, Great Reset hellscape that…
Happy Sunday, reader. I’m Bangkok Seven, and this is my blog. Last week, I had the pleasure of sitting down with the handsome gentlemen behind the nearly-unknown “Bangkok Gogo Dancers” social media presence. In the past few months, they’ve started an Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/bangkokgogodancers/), a Twitter (@BangkokNightli2), a Facebook page, and a members-only page over at…
Things are getting back to normal in Bangkok’s oldest red-light district, and barring any govt turnabouts or surprise police crackdowns, it’s looking like we’ve turned the corner on the most hideous global event in our lifetime. The curtains came down at several gogos last week (or rather, they came down off the stage and went…
Happy Sunday, reader. Low season is here, weather-wise, but the streets of BKK are smattered with more tourists than we’ve seen in two years. It’s great to have them back, isn’t it? How I missed their loud, inane conversations, lack of cultural understanding (saw a dude screaming at a homeless Thai for the crime of…
Look, I’m gonna be honest witchoo. I’ve never said or typed “witchoo” before in my life, nor will I do so again in the future. Also, I hate going to Nana, Cowboy, and Soi 7. I’ve sort of been doing it out of obligation to my 12 readers, to give ‘em the lowdown and the…