Update about Sideline and Fiwfans
I wrote my experience with Sideline couple of days ago. The girl was also on Fiwfans under same agency Tsg sideline I think is called. So, the girl from Sideline was asked me to open on my phone picture when is written "Fiwfans" on blue cackground colour and take picture with me holding phone but my face is hidden. I agreed. And now what I see is picture of us, with FAKE review. I didn't write any rewiev on Fiwfans about her, nor on Sidelane. So guys be careful when read rewievs, take it with big reserve as probably many of them are fake.
Written in very virgin hours of 21 January and only now reviewed for posting.
Sometimes a man just had a fucked up week and needs a load off. Karma don't care, fuck you. Some Fridays just turn out to be a complete piece of shit. And then there's 20th of January Fridays. Which did look like a complete piece of shit until that BTS ride downtown.
9 pm I find myself stone cold sober on BTS waiting for that voice to first say "Nanaaa" and then the more stern "Asokkk". Get off for a short walk to crazy house side of Cowboy, right to Dollhouse. Upstairs of course, do I look like a tourist that'll gawp at dressed ladies downstairs? Well. There's 4 girls up here and sure they're all in their best birthday suits and smiling. And all that's fine but there's no punters. Meh I miss the crowd so thank you ladies I say as I walk over to Suzy Wong not that far away. Now there's a crowd and a girl here and there with a top off, my Jack&soda quite approves thank you.
Lady just next to the entrance has some moves and looks oh-so-sexy and smiling. Yes you bartender send her a drink. No no I don't want her in my lap, let her dance thank you. Woom woom woom thank you wonderful next bar please. But then. It's fucking Cowboy, I'm not a tourist, Cowboy you're a lovely beast but thank you and fuck you, I move on.
Step step step. Is my phone counting thoes steps? Need to work off that booze sir. Next stop. Thermae. Or I should rather say. Meat market a la Thermae. Which is absolutely overrun with freelancers on both sides, and grabbing that not-so-expensive drink at entrance and making a slow beeline across the bar never felt so full of opporunity. Ladies are smiling, customers are a-plenty even if some are fucking fat, some old, and some trying to stay fit by sipping on their sodas. To each their own I respect all of you gents. And wish ladies all their best after my Bangkok-given Jack&soda.
I don't feel like walking, Grab bike take me to Nana, I need a rush of knowing I could get kneecapped by a random rearview mirror near the end of Soi Arab.
Right on, I know what I want. It's not just working girls you'll find at entrance of Nana Plaza waing to the spirit house next to Kickoff. You'll see this random whiteguy of uncertain age or origin waing as well. Wishing the ladies good business, small dicks and a quick return. For other punters, not for me. I want the one that'll fall in love and do LT if I pay for ST. Here's hoping, and and-th Jack & soda.
Mandarin and Red Dragon have some hotties. But they all just mean business and no smiles so not for me. Too many tops are ON, instead of off, thank you. Right on up to Butterflies in that wonderful red waiting armchair. That'll be jack and soda please yes.
I will never again find that 3 digit lady starting with 4 I had an incredible night with. Might have been a fluke. Those magnificent, freak of nature wonder-boobs might have tried for a few nights, ended up with me in a hotel not far from Cowboy fucking throuhgout the night and decided to call it quits after reception started knocking on the door. Damnit, didn't take so much as a LineID. Because I can always go back to Butterflies, right? Fuck no. But it might be karmic. One to file under memories.
Day after. Back to Butterflies. Finding that wondeful 22 year old dancing her ass off in the topless tub and her older friend who was with that guy living in Vietnam that night we all ended up outside having some food and me paying only barfine and not much else because fucking by end of the night was out of the question due to Mr Jack and his sodas. Yeah I'm weird but also know what I want. And if the lady refuses a modest tip for her time who am I to object to getting a freebie? I'm your humble servant who after that each and every fucking time gets her a drink and drop a 100 into her panties when I see her on stage. And her older tattood friend. Well. Next birthday I'm taking them LT both. That'll be fun once they start going down on each other. And me. Probably in Meet the World just to make things completely depraved. Because the bottom never looked so good if observed through the thick end of a bottle of Jack.
Back to that gonzo night. Land me in familiar Spankies. Now gents (and probably odd lady here). I've been a patron of Spanky's since the dark days of Covid, and way before when I was but a tourist, a simple budding monger see. I've seen Spankies at its good, at it's shitty and at it's boring. I've seen Captain Horndog, I've seen the new young guy trying to not fuck up too badly.
But tonight.
This was something fucking else.
Cookie was there, after breaking up with her ex. The idiot ex, was supposed to be the One. Didn't work out. He doesn't even fucking know she has a uni diploma and can sell ice to an Eskimo just like she sold apartments before deciding dancing and fucking is just more fun, no sir. Cookie can also be amazing company, nevermind taking her ST / LT, just do some drinks.
Ah on amazing. Rujapa if that's her name. The boss of Spankys. The sexiest fucking ever boss in Nana, (co-?)Owning Spankys and Blondie, always ready with a smile and your humble reporter's silent suffering ever since I laid eyes on her. Stickman, you did not pass on my public "love letter to her" - not sure whether to tell you to go fuck yourself or thank you, because it was probably too weird when I wrote that whisky fueled email, not unlike this post.
But tonight. Rujapa took me to the stage, had drinks with me, flashed that incredible smile and along with Cookie made me feel like I'm in 7th heaven while show went on onstage. Some stuff no photo or video can record better then my own memory.
Somewhere between rounds, my eyes fall upon the North Indian couple so enthralled in the Spanky's show that yours truly couldn't resist buying both a drink. Had yours truly continued, the female part of due would have gone to some lenghts to continue what she was starting to display. But that's a story best continued in fantasy. May Karma bless them, grant them some good fucks, good cums and good sexy fucking babies.
Goddamnit Bangkok, I love you. Fuck you, and happy fucking.
Happy in that post-drinking McDonalds, trying to make sure all those Jack&soda's don't completely fuck me up in the morning. Happy on that mototaxi driving home, breathing in the unexpected smell of the sea along Phloenchit, then barbecue along Ratchaprarop and so on. While me and moto driver passed next ot RPrarop soi 18 where party goes on waaaay past 2 am. And nearby Rainbow Pub which plays the absolute best thai folk love songs with drunk or semidrunk thais dancing along.
And all of the above written with a heavy head. Thinking that next time Patpong warrants another visit. Because Tata in Black Pagoda that can massage a dick through pants like no other is waiting, you just never know who might walk into King's castle and if all else fails suffering a bit of urethritis after Meet The World just might be worth the debauchery (and yes. Let your imagination on deparavity run wild, those ladies at MTW can do that and more, blow you fucking mind out of this world and leave you wanting for more). What fucking city. Fuck yeah.
Goddamnit Bangkok, I love you. Thank you, fuck you, and happy fucking. I might not need it as much, but I sure as fuck am not moving anywhere anytime soon.