Bangkok Reports

[QUOTE=Der Tourist;1453646]AJust to confirm that the asking price for ST in Baccara (and, I'm guessing some other bars) seems to be 2500 as opposed to 2000 which was the case until at least last year July. I already had 3 girls from Baccara and they would ask 2500. Bargaining doesn't seem to be very much of an option as it never has (at least with girls that I have been taking there over the years). Or I'm just not very much of a negotiator? I'll give it a go tonight and possibly tomorrow and see if it could go below that. Can't blame them, however. Everything else seems to have gone up over the years but gogo prices seemed to have been somewhat stagnating since at least 2006.[/QUOTE]You asked this question two days ago and you got an answer so you're asking the same question again for what reason?

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[QUOTE=Run Mann; 1453652]You asked this question two days ago and you got an answer so you're asking the same question again for what reason?

[url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?2677-Bangkok-Reports&p=1452888&viewfull=1#post1452888[/url][/QUOTE]The answer he got was wrong. 2000 baht is hard to get from a hot Baccara girl.

[QUOTE=Syzygies; 1453347]Having already lost a passport once in a bag I had with me shopping, I would not make that mistake again. It caused me a lot of hassle including early termination of a work visa for another country.

Sensible advice to only keep a copy of it with you. Far better to keep your passport in a safe place. Suppose you are going to the beach to swim. Would be shear madness to take a passport too. Another thing is that rain in Bangkok can be very heavy and you could get drenched.[/QUOTE]I'd rather lose my passport than spend days in a Thai jail, so I carry my passport with me at all times.

Of course it could get stolen from your room if you leave it there when you go out. There are reports of thieves breaking into hotel safes.

Carrying it in a backpack or anything like that is a bad idea. I keep mine in a waterproof sealed sandwich bag inside a zipped pocket. I don't swim but I'm sure swimmers could do something similar. When flying I use an inside jacket pocket where I also keep my wallet, cash, CC's, TC's, & other valuables.

Most people in BKK step out of the heavy rain for a few minutes till it stops. For other types of rainfall there's this thing called an umbrella.

[QUOTE=Run Mann; 1453652]You asked this question two days ago and you got an answer so you're asking the same question again for what reason?

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My last post was not a question but a share of experience in relation to ST prices in Baccarra.

Bargirls and Dairy Queen.

For awhile small Blizzard was 29 baht, recently they raised price to 30 baht, today it went back down to 29 baht.

Big lesson on market forces and pricing to be learned here. If only bargirls would learn this valuable lesson. LOL.

If you not getting 2500 short time go down! And I don't mean sexually. LOL

[QUOTE=Kumbu; 1453542]I imagined myself getting off the plane like John of Gaunt, emotional and gushing, reciting the words to arguably the most memorable line from my high school literature classes. I imagined myself getting off the plane, breaking down in tears, and weeping:.

I ran inside, checked in (the paper work was remarkably quick) , rushed upstairs, took a quick shower, grabbed my pre-packed first-night wardrobe and scampered down. I walk-ran through the lobby and through the doors, mumbling incoherently like Chief Inspector Dreyfus, and broke into a world-class sprint into the Bangkok night air, as excited as I have ever been. I barreled off into the night towards Sukhumvit and NEP like a horny silverback sensing the female in heat. That's what I'm talkin' about: this is mongering at its best.

My next post chronicles what this horny silverback managed to accomplish after that rather self-induced stressful opening scene. To preview, it was fffffffabulous.[/QUOTE]Hilarious. Are you sure you are not a published author. You do have great writing skills and style. As regards standing in line, Murphy's law rules. No matter which line you choose it will be the slowest.

[QUOTE=PinkPearl;1453669]I'd rather lose my passport than spend days in a Thai jail, so I carry my passport with me at all times.[/QUOTE]Dude what the fuck are you talking about? As many times that me and my friends have been stopped by the police, we have never been asked to produce a passport. Drivers license and insurance when driving, yes. And walking? Never been asked a damn thing by cops when walking. I can't believe you even travel, as paranoid as you are about every damn thing.

[QUOTE=Mr Enternational;1453790]Dude what the fuck are you talking about? As many times that me and my friends have been stopped by the police, we have never been asked to produce a passport. Drivers license and insurance when driving, yes. And walking? Never been asked a damn thing by cops when walking. I can't believe you even travel, as paranoid as you are about every damn thing.[/QUOTE]Stopped by the police in any SE Asia country. It is often a plethora of urban myths which contain false information of police stoppings.

Maybe the newbies to travel look at cops and act scared. And maybe occasionally get stopped. But the Thai police are just like police in the UK. Do as little as possible.

[QUOTE=PinkPearl;1453669]I'd rather lose my passport than spend days in a Thai jail, so I carry my passport with me at all times.[/QUOTE]No one carries their passport; at worst if you super paranoid, make a photocopy.

In fact, common sense for regular travelers are to 1) register their passport with department of state [for yanks], and 2) scan a copy and store up in the cloud. But these precautions are only to help in case you do lose it and need to get new one. No one on the streets ever bother you!

[QUOTE=Mr Enternational;1453790]Dude what the fuck are you talking about? As many times that me and my friends have been stopped by the police, we have never been asked to produce a passport. Drivers license and insurance when driving, yes. And walking? Never been asked a damn thing by cops when walking. I can't believe you even travel, as paranoid as you are about every damn thing.[/QUOTE]If PP travels, which I actually doubt he does (rather stay inroom in moms basement and google various destinations) , he must have a hell preparing for all his safety precautions. The only time I have been stopped is driving motorbike without helmet in phuket. Then I showed a Bankcard with my photo and the officer send me on his way and asked me to put on my helmet. Did not even carry my regular drivinglicense from back home. If PP does what he says and actually travels, whatl kind of joy is there to be had, going around beeing scared all the time. From travelling to most parts of the world, and much worse parts than our usual mongerdestinations I might add, I have learned that a policeofficer or an immigrantofficer will not stop my white ass bcs he would believe I would get the hell out of there as fast as possible. Which is true for the most parts. No disrespect ment to people not carrying white asses. Most governmental officials out there (police or others) are not into arresting people for no reason. In most cases if asked you can simply get away with some sort of other I'd, go back to hotel to pick up passport or pay them off (we are dealing with corrupted countries for the most part and in some shabby countries I would rather pay my way out than actually carry my own passport). Just as an follow up to PP's paranoid worldimmage.

[QUOTE=Traveler1234; 1453798]No one carries their passport; at worst if you super paranoid, make a photocopy.

In fact, common sense for regular travelers are to 1) register their passport with department of state [for yanks], and 2) scan a copy and store up in the cloud. But these precautions are only to help in case you do lose it and need to get new one. No one on the streets ever bother you![/QUOTE]I would hasten to add that you should carry a drivers license just in case the police want some form of official ID. I've seen police stop numerous farang motorcyclist in Pattaya and not once did they have to produce a passport. If it were a hard rule then wouldn't it be a lucrative revenue stream for the police? PP appears to be overreacting.

I also carry a copy of my travel insurance certificate in case I get into an accident so that my incapicitated ass doesn't get medevacted to a govnt hospital.

[QUOTE=Traveler1234; 1453798]No one carries their passport; at worst if you super paranoid, make a photocopy.

In fact, common sense for regular travelers are to 1) register their passport with department of state [for yanks], and 2) scan a copy and store up in the cloud. But these precautions are only to help in case you do lose it and need to get new one. No one on the streets ever bother you![/QUOTE]I have no idea what Thai law says, but in the USA it's required. If you're here on a visa, or even on Permanent Resident status, you must have your visa / green card, and I'd, on you at all times. Is it enforced? Rarely. Might they choose to make an example of you at some point? Possibly.

I tend to carry my passport with me. Yes, it's a bit paranoid, but it's not completely without reason.

For a long time I kept just a copy of my passport front page in my pocket when going out, and my passport in the hotel safe. Then I got lazy and no longer carried the copy. A few years ago I was in Myanmar. I wanted to go to Pathein, and my lovely and gracious companion knew loads of people and arranged a taxi. Well, that morning we left at the crack of dawn. At the last minute I decided to go back and get my passport. Later that day, while hauling ass through the countryside, we came upon a military checkpoint. We were stopped and the soldiers demanded everybody's I'd. OMG was I glad I had my passport on me. After what seemed to be an eternity they finally returned my passport and everybody's I'd and we were allowed to proceed.

So, I got in the habit of carrying my passport. I realize that Thailand is not Myanmar and there is probably absolutely no reason to do so. But, once burned twice shy.

Sorry gents, for the delay in posting this. I'm finding it hard to remove my penis from Thai orifices, and these long reports don't write themselves. But nonetheless, here for your vicarious pleasure, may I present part 1 of my first night out.

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[b]Initial Thoughts and Claims[/b]

Bangkok feels like a house-remix of a Depeche Mode song. The rhythm is off, it has a slightly odd vibe to it, but it is decidedly invigorating, with a very slick, modern, groovy feel to it. It's not the Bangkok (Depeche Mode) you remember, but it has an eerie familiarity.

An oft repeated mantra on these pages is that BKK, Pattaya and LOS in general are not what they used to be. How many times have you read old-timers and not-so-old timers say something to this effect? Someone recently (I forget who, and couldn't be assed to search for it, maybe sometime in June of this year) said something to the effect that BKK is not what it was even three years ago. Now that's curious because it has been almost exactly three years since my last visit, and so I am as close to the best experiment one could do on this (we all know that is not really true: for that you would need controls of people having visited at various other periods of time, and large Ns so as to wash out the effect of individual variation, but still, amongst friends, I'm sure you will forgive my lack of experimental rigor).

So one of my jobs here is to evaluate the veracity of the following two claims.

Claim 1: BKK has changed in the last three years,

Claim 2: BKK has demonstrably [b]deteriorated[/b] In terms of quality of monger interests (beauty / numbers of ladies, quality of service, price, and other intangibles).

I think Claim 1 is almost certainly true: very few places on Earth fail to change over three years, but Claim 2 is the real key. It seems like people are grumpy about the girls these days, they're just not like they used to be. Tsk-tsk-tsk. The girls are fatter, older, more shark-like, charge a lot more and provide far less GFE. Or so the mantra goes. So I'll try to compare as best I can to my previous experiences and I'll call it as I see it.

[b]Soi 11[/b]

My first impressions are that Soi 11 has really developed in the last three years. Last time I was here, the Aloft hotel (where I am staying; will post a monger's review in the BKK Hotels thread soon) was nothing more than an annoyance of construction and dust as I walked down towards Sukhumvit. It is now a gleaming, shining phallic monument to what BKK offers the monger. There are also a lot more of those volkswagon street bars where they line up half-empty vodka bottles, light them up with Christmas lights, crank up some god-awful music and await the unwashed masses to descend and partake. This has lead to Soi 11, at least after 11pm or so, becoming an unwalkable paininthecunt soi to walk down. I actually wish they would get rid of these stupid street bars. They serve no purpose other than to enliquor (made that word up) people too lazy to go indoors. Al Fresco boozing? More like a walking hazard.

Most of these traps are frequented by white dudes and their white girl friends (and young Arabs, actually). I always wondered about that. Why would you bring your girl friend to BKK? It's much like the proverbial bringing sand to the beach. And I always wondered what it would be like to be a hot blonde woman from some European country, to arrive in Thailand and find all the men completely uninterested in you. It's kind of fun to watch the confusion on their faces. Please don't comment about this: I don't really want to know why people bring their girlfriends to BKK, I'm sure there are plenty of good and utterly boring reasons.

[b]FLs on Sukhumvit Road[/b]

I had forgotten what a ball-grind it is to walk down Sukhumvit between soi 11 and soi 3. The vendors have apparently multiplied, but their mating partners appear to be exclusively of subcontinent origin, because the majority of street vendors in that little strip are now Indians, whereas three years ago they were in the minority. But goddam, why won't these people just get out of the fucking way? People of all ethnicities from all over the world, they just stand there and gawk at tube socks on sale next to the fake-ebony cock-and-balls. One is not available back home, and the other seems like a waste of human ingenuity (I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which). Ordinarily I would just muscle myself through the crowd, but you can't do that in BKK, unless you wish to create the most unholy cocktail of human sweat spread all over your own body.

So I navigated down Sukhumvit, noticing that the Starbucks on soi 5 has been transformed into a McDonald's, although the Starbucks has moved down a few stores. Also, on a Th night at around midnight, there were plenty of FLs and LBs. I mean, loads and loads of them, just waiting for someone to come and swoop them off their sore, swollen feet. As you walked the gauntlet of SWs, I got a real modern urban feel. I mean, you walked through various little ghettos: first it was the sultry LB section, then the African ladies section, then the pre-menopausal women, then the creeky-voice LBs, then more African ladies, etc. My guess is that the multiple ghettos of African ladies has to do with where they come from: some Nigerians, some Kenyans, maybe a South African section? As I walked through the Kenyan section, one lady grabbed my hand and would not let go. Apparently she digged my measly frame and slightly feminine gait. I had to yank three or four times to prise my scrawny arm from her meaty grasp. Dang, she had some man-hands, the kind that could throttle little Kumbu in an instant. Not a turn-on.

[b]Nana Entertainment Plaza[/b]

[u]Mandarin[/u]

It was late, and time was cranking, so I decided tonight was not to be a major reconnaissance night. I'll do that tomorrow. I needed to pick me up a gogo gal and head on back up Soi 11 to pound some flesh for a while. So I made my way to Mandarin, and was quickly shepherded up the stairs by Lek: a not-so-lek lady with wide hips, flat breasts and a face that you would not notice in a crowd. She giggled me up the stairs, bouncing and skittling all the way up, downright giddy to have captured this innocent lamb. She tried to place me next to the stage, but I demurred and expertly waved my way to a small table in the back. She seemed impressed: this lamb-to-the-slaughter brought some armor. She wriggled her sly self into my arms and started pressing the little kumbu flesh almost immediately. As they say in Fargo, aw jeez.

She worked her hands over me while my beer made its slow path around the joint. Little kumbu was responding, but that was less because of her attraction and allure than to little Kumbu's state of deprivation and desperation. Give a starving man a shit burger and he shall feast. But credit to Lek, she waited a full 30 seconds after my first sip of beer before asking for a drink for herself. My initial instinct usually is 'really? ', but she had done *something* for it, and truth be told my hand had somehow made its way down to her ass and was happily ensconced in misshapen, bony ass (as it was). So she got a tequila, and mama san brought it over, and of course Lek asks if I will buy mama san a drink. I looked mama san right in the eye, and said, 'Mama san does not need a drink, she needs lots of boom boom. ' They laughed heartily and mightily: "BbbBBBbbbbBBahahahAHAHAHAHAHAH, but seriously, how about that drink?"

Check Bin krap.

[u]Rainbow 4[/u]

Trotted over to Rainbow 4 for the regular dose of blurry neoned beauty, and it did not disappoint. The stage was full of gorgeous ladies of all different shapes and sizes. This place is just so good to look at, but in all my years I have BFed here only once (and I have to say she was a fabulous experience, I repeated with her outside of her working hours several times). I don't know what it is, I just don't get the vibe here, and I just don't know why. There must be some Feng Shui explanation, but beats me. Apologies Harold, for the blasphemy, but I am not a man of the faith.

I spied four girls who would be fine worthy, but while the lower head was banging on the door screaming to be let in, there was a little voice in my (upper) head telling me not to open the door. But the upper head was just not making sense: these girls are there waiting for me to take them back and baste them in sugary Kumbu, and god knows that's all that was on my mind at that point. Why would this not be a good idea? Well, whatever it was, my Monger Sense was telling me no go.

There were the regular groups of men in there. The white fun guys laughing at the bar unaware of the ladies (what is there to talk and laugh about for so long while naked women walk but inches from your noses?) , the lone wolf Japanese guys who walk in, sit and look for a while, then leave, and the macho brown guys. I have so often seen groups of these macho guys, perhaps Arab, perhaps Iranian, perhaps Indian (of some variety) who go over the top with expensive liquor, and blinged-out 7-inch phablets, wearing muscle shirts and showing body language that says 'FUCK yeah. That's what I'm talkin's about, boy. ' I don't get it. Unfortunately, one group of particularly masculine brownies came and sat next to me, and suddenly I blended into them (not due to my masculinity, hah, but due to my complexion being, well, brown). And I have to say, I did not appreciate being grouped with them, so I fucked the hell out of there.

I walked out and NEP was winding down. It was almost 2am. Shit. 2am, having had less than 2 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours, I was running on fumes at this point. I needed to get my dick smothered in warm Thai sauce, and playing nice with gogo girls was not getting it done. Ok, FL time.

[b]Back up Suk, and the Trannies[/b]

I walked up Suk towards soi 11, with the plan being to head towards Climax, and if anything interesting turned up before that, then she would get my baht. I got hit on by perhaps half a dozen LBs before I even reached soi 11. Some of them grabbed my arm, some called me mistuuuuuuh, and one of them said 'salam alekum sir. ' Interesting. My brown complexion must have meant muslim to her, but even more interesting is that this is a tactic that has obviously worked in the past: appealing to a muslim man's islamic identity (by greeting with the islamic salutation) has lead to that muslim paying for trannie sex. I love it: no matter how religious or pious or holier-than-thou you might be, the need to bust your nut is the great equalizer.

[b]Climax. The Hunt[/b]

So I ended up in Climax, entering at around 2:10am, and it was packed. I walked in and as I pushed my way through the crowd I could hear the girls whisper to each other. I couldn't hear the words, and even if I could I don't understand enough Thai to know what they were saying. But it sounded very much like 'oh, there's a new one. What do you think of him? Yeah, I'the fuck him. '

I walked around, stood in various areas, and just scoped the quality of the girls. And actually, I was showcasing my own talent. I mean, it's important to see, but it is equally important to be seen. The girls need to see you, discuss you with their friends and receive approval from them all before anything is going to happen. There were some seriously hot ladies on display tonight, along with the majority of meh, and the 20% of shudder-inducers. I noticed a gorgeous girl wearing a skin tight red dress. She had boobs sticking out, perhaps with a push up bra, but even then, they were substantial. And she had a very shapely butt. Also, she was tall and elegant, and I liked that a lot. But really, I am a sucker for red, skin-tight one-piece dresses. So I started pushing my way through the crowd to get to her, and as I approached her I realized she is as tall as me. I'm 5'10".

Abort! Abort! Abort!

So I walked right past her, and she noticed me, and the rest of the night she was making eyes with me. I don't actually know if she was a LB. I couldn't tell, despite really looking for all the tells: adam's apple, hand size, etc. But I figured there are plenty of fish in the sea. If I'm going to take a risk, tonight is not the night.

I finally made my way to the back of the room and stood there for about 20 minutes watching girls walk in and out of the rest room. That's a good place to be because you get a pretty good view of them such that you can figure out their physique. If you see them up close, you can't really tell what the size of their ass is, or the quality of their legs, or the hips-to-waist ratio, etc.

Now my mission, if you recall, is to seek out the perfect legs and ass. While I stood sentinel over the restrooms, I watched each girl and the shape of her ass and legs. Girls with unrevealing leggings or long dresses were immediately relegated to the bench. All other girls, the first-teamers, were noticed, and I watched as best I could to see where they walked back to in the crowd so I could, if I chose to, go hunt them down.

As I did this, I noticed two sets of tables off at 2 o'clock, inhabited by two girls each. On the closer table there were two girls, one thick and one skinny, both eyeing me. I liked the skinny one (she was wearing tight pants revealing shapely legs, and her midriff was exposed. Mmm, yummy). But the thick one was more interested in me. She was wearing pants, suggesting her legs and / or ass were not her top attribute. On table #2, there was, again, a thick girl and a skinny girl. On this table, I liked the thick girl, who had [b][u]spectacular[/b][/u] Legs. I mean, holy cow, they were the best legs I'd seen all night, and that included trolling through NEP. So I was definitely interested in thick girl on table #2. But her skinny friend seemed to have her eye on me. She was cute, very cute, with a bouncy set of hair, some very appealing eyes, and gorgeous cheek bones. The kind you find in Calvin Klein ads. I could see a flat chest from clear across the room, so there was no hiding that. She was sitting, so I couldn't evaluate her legs or ass, and that concerned me.

How exactly do you tell if someone is scoping you out? Well, my brother once told me that if catch a girl looking at you, it means she's interested. That's it. At the time, I thought he was full of shit, but after years of experience, I think I agree with him. The idea is this: a woman's attention is being demanded from all corners of her experience. She has friends over here, a drink over there, people walking all around, etc. And when we look at people, we tend to look at them very superficially at first, just to suss them out. If they meet our overall requirements, then we look more carefully. And only then, once you pass that second test, do you look closely enough such that eye contact can be made. So eye contact is the key.

Of course, you could inadvertently make eye contact with someone, just as you can the room, so my general rule of thumb is that if a girl makes eye contact me me twice, the game is on. I can have her if I want. These girls had now made upwards of half a dozen contacts, so I was definitely in at this point.

Over the next ten minutes, the skinny girl on table #1 became more and more disinterested in me, and likewise the interest coming from thick girl on table #2 (with the killer legs) waned. Oh crap. Meanwhile, the other members of each pair were growing more and more fond of glancing in my direction. Ok Kumbu, time to focus. You need to make a decision. Do you go in for one of the more appealing girls, who seem less interested in you? Or do you go where the smart money is and aim for one of the (still cute) girls you don't prefer? I looked at each girl: the thick girl on table #1 and the thin girl on table #2. Both were wearing long pants, grrrr. The skinny girl had a prettier face, but I kinda like a little meat on my ladies, so it was a toss up.

[b]We have Contact[/b]

I decided to take one last circle of the room before making my decision, and walked towards the two tables (my intention was to walk past them and around the room) , but as I passed table 2, the thick girl with the superb legs grabs my elbow (little kumbu convulses a little) and says 'hello, where you go? ' I turn around and look her right in the face, and before I could say anything she says 'my friend (points to skinny girl) really likes you. ' Stand down little Kumbu.

So that was the deal. The skinny girl liked me, and as such, leggy girl had to let her have me. Oh well. So I looked at skinny girl, and close up she was even prettier than from afar, so I was encouraged. She stood up and my eyes snapped down to check out her legs (embarrassing really) , but I could not tell what they were like. However, what I saw certainly pleased me: a nice, large, round ass on this skinny little breastless girl. Wow, we have some serious potential here.

So she started dancing a little, as if to lighten the mood. We chit chatted a little, and as we did that I put my arm around her and felt a very, very tight little body. She had no body fat I could find, at least above the waist, which pleased me. I pegged her age at 26 years, which for me is the onset of the sweet spot (I typically look for girls between 26 and 30 years in age).

But meanwhile her Leggy superstar friend and I were hitting it off like old drinking buddies. I mean, she had personality and was very easy to talk to, while the girl I had been preordained to take this night was a little reserved and awkward. I think it was because the leggy friend had laid it out there so obviously. The first thing she said was that her friend likes me, which is the most plain way of saying 'you are granted permission to fuck her tonight. '

So I was obviously hitting it off with the sister with the legs (and in truth, it was only because I wanted those legs) , and skinny girl could plainly see this. So out of no where, skinny girl leans over and says (and I shit you not) , 'maybe tonight you go with me and my friend together. We take care of you. '

Now, to most men's ears, this would be music, and I mean the hills are alive kind of music. A threesome with two beautiful ladies: one with legs to die for, and the other with beauty written all over her. But I have to tell you, I was kind of discouraged. What discouraged me was that so quickly into the conversation, these girls were sealing the deal in the most explicit of manners. The semi-pro girls are far, far less direct than this, and so this suggested to me that I was working with two hardened pros. That's ok, since the sex is likely to be better, but the price is likely to be steeper, and I will be worked from all angles, like a piece of silly putty.

I also wondered if it would be the right sexual experience for me at this point. My gun had a 30-shot clip mounted and loaded, safety off, and my twitchy finger was ready to pull. I think doubling up tonight would end up being a fabulous 30 second experience, and that is not what I wanted. Plus I had not changed money yet, and I only had 5000B left, and I suspected these girls would want more than a combined 5000B for their exertions.

So I declined. I said something about how I don't have the power for two beautiful ladies like you, polite laughter all around, may pen rai.

And sure enough, moments later the skinny girl leans over and says into my ear that her rate is 4000B for LT. That was the first clue. I vomited inside my mouth just a little bit, but managed to disguise it well. However, she said, that she did not want LT tonight because she had things to do tomorrow morning. So only ST tonight, daay may? I said to her that I was disappointed. I wasn't. I wanted to stick my face into her butt cheeks, then my fingers and then my dick, and then I wanted her gone so I could get some shut eye. My math was a little weak at that point, but I assume ST for her meant 2000. I told her that I would accept ST only if she makes up for the loss of LT in some way. She asked how, and I said that she should take very good care of me. She smiled and whispered something which I could not make out, but it was obviously something like 'you goin' git some lovin' tonight. '

So I am looking at a 2000 ST rate, which three years ago would definitely have been 1500B. Is that the answer to Claim 2, above? Well, no, not yet. We need a sample size of more than 1, so let's go through the week and see how things play out. This could be an aberration. I should have negotiated, but first night syndrome, and I was eager to seal the deal. Meanwhile, the friend's legs over there keep calling to me, so I leaned over to the friend and reminded her of the threesome suggestion, and said to her 'I can't take both of you tonight, but I can take her tonight and you tomorrow. ' And she smiled and said 'daay ka' Don't you just love the Thai feminine sentence ender ka? Ok, legs on the menu for tomorrow. So I specify that I will meet her at Climax at a certain time, and she agrees.

So I check bin, and me and skinny girl walk out together. On the way out, she stops by two girls in various spots and chats briefly. Ooof, I don't like how professional this girl is, it just means I am likely to be hustled tonight.

Part 2 (coming soon) describes the bedroom scene. Given what you just read, the bedroom scene was better than I expected.

[QUOTE=Mr Enternational;1453790]Dude what the fuck are you talking about? As many times that me and my friends have been stopped by the police, we have never been asked to produce a passport. Drivers license and insurance when driving, yes.[/QUOTE]Same here. I always show my I'd (foreign) card with Picture and usually they let me go. I got asked for my passport once in 10 years and showed them a color copy, telling them that the original is at home. They said ok and let me go. As long as you are able to produce your original passport within reasonable time (1 or 2 hours) I think they will be fine.

[QUOTE=Pointy Stick;1453831]I would hasten to add that you should carry a drivers license just in case the police want some form of official ID.[/QUOTE]I had to renew my passport earlier this year so forked over another $25 for passport card. Useless for travel, except Canada / Mexico via land [but not air], and Caribbeans via sea. I carry this when I travel as additional ID, and in lieu of a photocopy of passport. I didn't suggest this earlier as it's a royal pain in the ass to get separately. You need to send your original passport with applicaion and $$$, and wait 4-6 wks.

When I monger, usually just carry my iPhone, one credit card, my passport card and cash [and sometimes spare condoms].
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