Uncle Ira's Pattaya Day Two
Pretty early on day two, we moved to Apex on Second Road. It's quite basic, a little old and shabby but clean and mostly well-maintained. It is also much more in line with my buddy's finances. 650 per night and a cheap breakfast and dinner buffet. No Wi Fi though.
It was Tuesday so we checked the Soi Buakhao market for cheap shorts and t-shirts for the trip (Bangkok, Phuket and Phi Phi are later in the itinerary). In the afternoon we went for massages. Proper massages without the extra frills. My knees were hurting and I thought it might help. We checked out Honey Massage nearby only to learn that it was a full service place only. With huge prices to match. I'd hoped to get a real massage from a pretty girl and save my superpowers for a Gogo gal later. Not far back up the Soi from Honey was another massage place with several attractive gals, and the prices were in line with what I expected a true massage place to charge.
We were led in by two ladies. The cuter one was drawn to my buddy (bastard) but that is what I get for traveling with a younger, fitter guy. My masseuse was no gorilla though, in fact quite nice. We were led into a room of beds separated by curtains. As she drew the curtains she put her finger to her mouth to tell me to keep silent in the serene atmosphere. The oil massage was thorough and professional although not hard enough.
As I expected, near the end she lightly thumps little Ira and waggles her eyebrows."How much?" I silently mouth, as other patrons are only a few feet away, separated only by linen curtains. She held up one finger. Hmmm, happy ending for only 100 Baht? Why not, I think. I nod, and she goes under the curtain to fetch something.
When she returns, she dims the light, and sets about washing little Ira. Yes, I know what you are thinking but I was still clueless at this point. Then she began to disrobe. And I got the hint. She looked fantastic, backlit by the sunlight behind the curtains, and I knew I wanted whatever was coming.
Her oral skills were strong and consistent, and she soon sheathed little Ira and sprang to the table and straddled me. She rode like she was trying to win a contest on the mechanical bull at Gilley's. But to no avail.
Earlier in the day I stopped at a pharmacy for Tramadol, which I had read about here. My knees felt no pain, and neither did any other part of me. But, as a muscle relaxant, it had the unintended side effect of preventing little Ira from expressing his joy.
I knew my buddy must be outside wondering, but no matter what the energetic masseuse tried, little Ira stayed stubbornly hard and resolute. Eventually I told her it was ok, I was just tired and I was quite pleased. I deduced that the one finger indicated ten times as much baht as I originally assumed, but she told me to give her whatever I wanted. She seemed to have bruised pride in being unable to accomplish the task. I gave her the thousand anyway because she really seemed to be frustrated with the situation.
We then returned to the hotel for a nap. We planned to take Walking Street by storm and needed to be fully rested.
I woke up again at 8pm. We ate the dinner buffet at Apex then on to Beach Road where we stopped in at Tahitian Queen. Only one gal stood out to me there, and she seemed full of herself anyway. Inquiry revealed an 800bf / 3500LT. Eh, not for you dear. She was cute and funny but it was early yet. A gaggle of other gals were huddled nearby playing Fruit Ninja on an iPad. My buddy and I commented that the owner must be out of town because the service and attention there was severely lax. Play games with us guys, ladies, and finger your iPad on your own time.
Angelwitch! I had long heard of it but sometimes on this board it's spoken of derisively, so I had not considered it. However, we loved the show. These girls were some of the hottest we had seen, and it was choreographed theatrical stuff, not the bored hip-swaying we'd seen thus far. We stayed there a while but wanted to see what else was out there.
We had heard that Windmill A go go was restored to former glory now that the owner had returned so we checked that out. This was the first place that made us wonder if there is any vetting process for quality of girls. The girls were aggressive about buying drinks and there was nothing remarkable about the dancing. A hot tub and massage Table we occupied by fully nude gals that really needed to put on some clothes. Ugh.
We moved on to Heaven Above Pattaya, and really enjoyed that place. The gals seemed to enjoy dancing, had fun with one another, and really appreciated a lady drink (once again, please keep your anti-lady drink and anti-barfine thoughts to yourself). The place was comfortable, the prices were not bad, and the music was good.
In my home in China there is a Chinese lady working in a department of my company that I rarely interact with, and therefore I rarely interact with her. However, I lust after her quite a bit. She is married and besides I do not fish off the company pier. When I saw that one of the dancers at Heaven Above was remarkably similar in appearance, I had to buy her a drink.
Bom was tiny and silly and full of energy. She spoke very little English and I could not even work out her age or where she came from. Se also could drink me under the table and was already half in the bag. Her favorite English phrase was "I like you," which she followed up with long, deep kisses and biting my neck. I was totally into the fantasy of getting with this colleague-proxy. However, I balked at the 600BF / 3000 LT fee, thinking she was great but maybe not quite worth that. The girl whose company my friend was enjoying refused to go home with him, pleading that she had to attend a karaoke birthday party later after work, but promised to go home with him for 2000LT if he came back the next night.
We chose to try Soi LK Metro next, and neither of us had timepieces so we did not realize just how late it was. Office a Go Go was disappointing, drained of energy, and on the verge of closing. It was 3 in the morning. We called it a night although we each went to bed alone. After all, tomorrow is another day.
Which Places For 2 or 3 Instead Of Devil's Den?
[QUOTE=Tomjackin; 1239738]I understand that many would disagree with me. Mainly because DD spoon feeds two girls for the customers. However, there are plenty of places where you can get two, three girls, for the same price or less, and they will stay in the hotel even longer.
In the years past, I have experienced DD and Eden, but nowadays it is more fun to set up my own 2-3-4 playmates.[/QUOTE]Can you recommend some of these better places, and where they are located,"where you can get two, three girls, for the same price or less, and they will stay in the hotel even longer."
Uncle Ira's Pattaya. Day Three
I woke up with an unfulfilled Cialis-fueled pup tent in my sheets and fantasies of my co-worker as portrayed by Bom dancing in my head. I called my buddy to breakfast because I wanted to get my mind on other things.
The breakfast at Apex is substantial but not gourmet. For 120 Baht for guests it's great if you want to load up on a big meal. We never could figure out why they wrapped little sausages in bacon rather than just cooking proper bacon though.
We walked around to find a travel agent who could help us book a train ticket from Bangkok to Phuket for later in our trip. We wanted a night in Bangkok before heading south but the travel agents seemed only interested in booking buses from Pattaya.
This quest took us down Soi 6 at about 2pm and it was just waking up. The gals were not nearly as aggressive as they had been when I had walked that Si on evenings in the past, but my buddy does not find aggressive girls entertaining so it all worked out fine.
A stroll along the beach revealed the array of freelancers that we all expect, along with more and more Russians. And Russian gals. My Yellow Fever is incurable but my buddy began to long for a tall cool Svetlana if he could only obtain one.
We turned down Soi Post Office and found an efficient, reputable travel agent who proved unable to help us as well, but it at least solidified that we would have to buy the train tickets in Bangkok. We stopped at a magazine stand and found a copy of After Dark, a slick and glossy magazine about the bargirl scene. I bought it, referring to it as 'Lonely Planet Walking Street' for use in planning our further nights out.
After a short nap back at the hotel, we adjourned to Walking Street once more. We stopped at the Simon Beer Bar complex as it was still early and we wanted to plot out our evening. A look through After Dark had given me a short list of places worth checking out, assuming the gals pictured were actually working in those bars.
We had a beer at Frog, the beer bar at the front corner of the complex, because my buddy fancied a tall Chinese-looking gal there. She neglected to pay us any attention, and although there were several ladies working at this little bar, none other really caught our attention.
We wandered over to Secrets because we were hungry for dinner, and it promised to have food AND girls. It delivered with a fairly nice and extensive English pub menu. My pal's Chili Jacket potato was quite nice but my Chicken Tikka Masala Jacket Potato was not so great. What was great though, was the quality of music and girls. When we walked in I saw one of the prettiest faces I had seen in Pattaya, although (as my buddy mildly needled me about) it sat atop quite a chubby gal. She was fat, there's no other way to say it, but not USA Midwest housewife gone to pot pear-shaped fat. Instead, she was voluptuous, rubenesque, zaftig- and a face and full lips that would break your heart.
I will pause here to mention my thing for bangs. A very average looking girl can wear straight-across bangs for a hairstyle and I'll sigh like a schoolboy. I lie in China where it is a preferred hairstyle so, you can imagine.
So the fat chick had a sweet face and bangs and I could not stop looking at her. Of course I looked at the go go dancers too. My buddy was quite interested in an athletic gal with a short bob haircut- she moved like a whip and was a joy to watch. When she was not dancing she was with a customer that had bought her drinks so although she kept smiling over at him, he never had the chance to talk to her. However, the pretty chubby girl with bangs came over and introduced herself to me.
Geb is 19 and from Isaan. She had a kid 6 months ago and the dad is nowhere in sight, thus she struck out for Pattaya. She was charming and entertaining even with her limited English. I knew better, really, because it was still early and I wanted a fantasy girl, not a girlfriend experience. I wanted to keep my options open but I knew the likelihood was that Geb would not be bar fined that night. I asked, and she said the barfine was 450 and her longtime fee was 3000. (Yeah I had the same reaction you are having now- 3K for a fat chick?). I asked when she finished work and she said 4:00am. I lied through my teeth and promised to return before then.
Next, it was off to the go gos that we'd found in the magazine- two were right beside each other, Alcatraz and Fahrenheit. I tend to lead, but asked my buddy which he preferred to begin with.
"I'm more interested in Alcatraz but the girls in front of Fahrenheit are sexier," he said.
Fahrenheit made our jaws drop. At the time of this writing, we still have not found a go go with this quantity of high-quality babes. Every girl on stage, most every waitress even, seemed attractive and desirable. My eyes were immediately drawn to number 19 a tall beauty with big fake spheres and perfect bangs. However she looked cold and bored so I did not really consider her. There was also number 99, dark and tall with big breasts (Fahrenheit A Go Go had by far the largest number of really busty girls that we have seen in a go go) , whipping her hair around like a 1980's heavy metal music video. There was also a sexy, sassy dark babe with thick curly blond hair that was teasing every guy she could and literally rubbing her ass in faces of guys near the stage. We were in heaven.
A waitress nearby caught my pal's eye and he wanted to buy her a drink but she was quite busy, so he concentrated his attention on number 53: tall, perfectly proportioned, with long wavy hair. What bangs do for me, height does for my buddy. When he pointed her out onstage, I noticed one of the most amazing visions. Number 66. Again, big fake boobs, but a perfect ass, smooth skin, not that tall, and dancing like sex oozed from her pores. I had to buy her a drink. She said her name was Ying.
I thought this is a girl who really can be selective about who she chooses as a customer, so I decided that my buddy and I were now businessmen preparing to open Shanghai's first go go bar and we were traveling through Thailand as research.
She looked amazing. So much packed into a tight tiny body and no flaws to be seen, with flashing eyes that were designed to open wallets. She was quite interested in my idea to open a Go Go in Shanghai and went into business phase: How to take care of dancers, how to handle bar fine in China, visas, etc. Seems she occasionally goes to Singapore for a month at a time to dance but hates it because of all the Indians. Fahrenheit turns them away! She claimed the bar pays her 20, 000 Baht salary a month, and her 800BF / 3500LT gets her up to earning 120, 000 Baht per month to take care of her 2 year old back in her village. I expressed I was interested in discussing further in my hotel, and the LT price dropped to 3200. I still was not pleased at the total, but said I would consider it. She finished her drink and trotted off to the loo.
My mate was busy finding ways to chat with the cute waitress he had his eye on but it was a busy night. He also fancied number 53, but as he is fairly indecisive in many things it's a dilemma for him if there is more than one girl he likes. His standards are high, too. An off-duty hottie with breasts as big as her head entered the room and he decided he did not like her face. More for me I guess.
I looked up and Ying was onstage again, without so much as a "see you later." Forgetting about etiquette for the moment, I decided to buy a drink for number 99 and try the Shanghai Go Go story on her.
Her name was Nam and she was 23 and totally funny and mercenary."I saw you sitting with the small girl, and you want to buy me drink? I don't want her to box me!" she laughed, punching at the air in front of my face. I motioned for her to sit between me and my friend, and she crawled under the table to get there. She was loads of fun to talk to. She had worked as a hotel cashier for a while until she realized there was much more money to be made here. She loved dancing and hated creepy old men but was a good actress, she said. She spilled her lady drink on herself and wandered off to the bathroom to clean up. My buddy had gotten some on him too and grumbled a bit but laughed. When she returned, she managed to spill his beer on the sofa as well! She felt quite embarrassed and insisted on buying him another drink. Soon she was grinding and making out with another guy across the bar as the guy's farang lady friend looked on approvingly. The trio left together not much later.
I noticed that Ying was studiously keeping her back to me onstage and I remembered Nam's warning. I sent the waitress to buy her a drink and Ying looked back at me and shook her head. I really felt shitty, I had breached etiquette that I had read about before. At least that is how I felt. I chatted over beers with my buddy for a while and we discussed the matter (and other gals). As we were ready to leave, my buddy went to Ying who was pouting angrily in a corner and tried to apologize on my behalf, saying I only sought to get him interested in Nam. Ying would have none of it. I went there myself and said I knew she was angry and I am sorry. She dismissed me with a regal wave of her hand. Ah well, I fucked that up.
We moved next door to Alcatraz. Compared to the warm, comfortable, correctly-lit Fahrenheit, Alcatraz looked as it should. A gray-washed, cold cement prison. It was not a welcoming design. The girls on stage were unremarkable. The place was packed though, and we were given stools by the door. A massive pair of breasts caught my eye, and then I nearly lost my Tikka Masala as I followed upward to the face. I have never seen a face this ugly attached to a body this hot. Butter face would not even describe it. In what we could only deduce was plastic surgery gone horribly wrong, her face looked like a ventriloquist's dummy and halloween witch rolled into one. And I am really trying to be accurate here without hyperbole. When she smiled at us I was terrified. Grinning made it so much worse. My pal posited that perhaps she had been in a terrible accident and this was the botched plastic surgery result.
Three tall, pretty girls came around pushing tequila on us. I'm not a fan of hassle and begging to buy drinks and it just makes my friend irritable. We buy lady drinks and are happy to do so. But not when demanded.
We moved to a booth when one became available, wondering if it was worth staying. I still felt really bad for hurting Ying's pride, and my friend suggested I have ascot of the tequila to boost my spirits.
The tequila girl was tall and thin in a blue bikini and a big pleasantly-toothy grin. She was much too thin for my tastes, but I loved her face and attitude. She said she loved to dance but was ashamed because her breasts were so small. She was saving up for a 25000 Baht implant job. She told me of her child down in her village, and her loving but estranged ex-husband who worked in Poland as a chef for a Thai restaurant. I found her appealing but she said she would never go home with a customer. So far, in her several months here, she had met only farang butterflies which was what she expected. She would not go home with a man without feeling for him, and that would not happen in a bar. I felt refreshed by her story (and I don't assume it was true but I choose to believe these stories are true until proven otherwise) and she kissed me. She then asked me to buy tequila for her and her friend. At which point we vacated.
My buddy wanted to go back in to Fahrenheit to talk to the waitress and maybe number 53. I only wanted to go in there if I could smooth things over with Ying. Yes, now I wanted to take her home but mostly I did not want her thinking I was a dick. I could not bring myself to return there, so I chose to go back to Heaven Above Pattaya and secure my co-worker fantasy. My buddy agreed to meet me there if things failed at Fahrenheit and he could gather his Heaven Above chick too, now that the birthday party from yesterday had passed.
Bom was happy to see me and kissed me right away. Wow, she was sloshed but full of energy. She loved dancing so much but did not take it that seriously at all. It was near closing time, and I bought her a drink and discussed taking her home. She was excited, kissing me, shouting "I like you, I like you!" Her drunken state reduced her English vocabulary from 5 words to none so the mama was called in to translate. I wanted to make sure Bom understand long-time meant several boom-boom and smoke me. Bom shook her head at the idea of going down on me, so I said thanks but no thanks. I stuffed a couple bills in her panty waistband when my buddy walked in the door.
When I had come in I saw his gal from the previous night but now she was nowhere to be seen. The bar was closing slowly, girls evaporating into the pre-dawn darkness, but several gals and mongers were still around. He and I walked down the stairs, and he discussed going back to Secrets for the athletic dancer with the little bob haircut. I suggested we go back up to Heaven Above and ask for his girl before we disappear, and frankly I wanted to see Bom once more.
The mama did not know where my buddy's gal had gone, but explained that Bom WANTED to go with me and did not refuse to smoke, she just had never done that and was afraid she'd mess it up. Turns out she's only been in Pattaya two weeks and had never been bar fined. I told Mama I would teach her and gave the bar fine and Mama hustled Bom off to get dressed. My buddy cautioned me against taking an inexperienced girl, but I was resolute. I wanted to bang my co-worker in some fashion.
Bom and I bounced off into the night, and she was as bubbly as ever. My buddy strode off to Secrets to obtain that little bob-haired dancer. The baht bus drivers were pulling their usual 3 AM trick of becoming private taxis instead of ferrying people as they should, so we walked a bit and found a decent baht bus for usual fare.
She left her I'd with the mildly disapproving bellboy and we adjourned to the room. After her shower I learned that her costume did a lot to lift and enhance her figure. I was not thrilled but I wanted my colleague! When she began to go down on me it was totally clear that she was NOT inexperienced at this. I wondered what game was being played here.
As she sheathed me, some English returned to her vocabulary and she conveyed she was tired and only wanted one boom boom then go home, is that ok? I said sure, for short time price. She smiled in her confusion and I patiently used hand signals, pidgin English, and mental telepathy until she understood. Less money for one time then leave. She accepted, she did not want to stay the night.
As I finished with her riding me, she pumped her fists in the air victoriously, shouting "Yay! Yay! Woohoo!" like we had just scored a winning point. That felt just weird. She dismounted, got dressed and prepared to leave. As she was dressing a text message came in from my buddy. He was at Secrets where some high-roller had bought Bob-hair and six other girls round after round of drinks and she could not escape, although her meaningful glances and messages from the mamasan indicated that she wanted him and he should wait. The text was time-stamped as 3:11AM, and a plan hatched in my head to make this a memorable night.
I dressed, shot downstairs and grabbed a motorbike to walking street. As I walked into Secrets, it was just about 4am and there was Geb, dressed in street clothes and about to leave. She was shocked and happy to see me. Although not as shocked as my pal was. I paid Geb's barfine and indicated to her I wanted to wake up beside her. She pushed for short time because of the late hour and she wanted to sleep in her own bed, and I said,"Let's do short-time then after we can discuss if we make it long time." She agreed.
We sat with my buddy and glared at the high roller as it neared 4:30 and no sign of leaving. The farang owner of Secrets stood beside the old punter, minding and managing the table. An older waitress indicated to me that this man had bought a large number of drinks for everyone and the owner refused to let Bob leave for my friend, not until released from the party by the old man's departure. Luckily though he had already bar fined another so we assumed we just had to wait out the storm.
By nearly 4:45 though there was no sign of it letting up, so Geb and I left, trailed by my slightly morose buddy. Bob seemed regretful in her parting gaze. Geb found my pal's sadness endearing.
Geb did not want to stay longtime but she did give me a wonderful girlfriend experience. We did two rounds, and in between, Geb offered and performed a thorough massage. As she prepared to leave she declared me her tilak and begged me to take her again the next night. I lied and said I would be there. I did not return to her because I knew if I did I would become addicted.
Pattaya Vs Phuket Trip Observations
Pattaya Vs Phuket Trip Observations.
I ended up in Pattaya because Phuket is much more expensive (double?) and because of price fixing and because accommodation costs about double. Actually 3 days in HKT. 3 in BKK and 7 in Patts.
Pattaya (8-18 Dec 2011) was not that busy, trade for owners I don't think was great, and year on year, the attitude of the girls had gone way down, and the expectations of money was not aligned to the number of customers, and even on rainy nights. Just 3 blokes in Office go go. Go go asking prices were a lot / same as if it were full. Sorry Office. There is a lot to be said by being realistic.
In Phuket, the strips or sois are laid out much better, and best of all the gogo dancers can actually shake their booty like Brazilians or belly dancers, that is a firm ripe 19 year old tight near fat free bum actually wobbles. Serious international training and practice. It makes your tounge hang out when you see it done properly. Phuket has fewer '5's and belows in the bars. The fuglies migrate to massage shops. But 2000 for common BG ST, they can go jump, or 3000up for LT. Getme outa here. I think Christin's was 3500 Vs 1800 for Soi Honey. Rip off.
In Phuket you can find good Norwegian and Swedish meatball palaces for 280bt and up. As nothing was cheap, I decided to hit the busses. Airfare is high too. HJ there is more than Soi 6. But in the main strip, the shows and dancing was far better. Bar owners can work here, and the tuk tuk mafia can do as they please.
In Pattaya each beer bar in the halls seem to play their own music, whereas in Phuket, one track seems to be from the entertainment centre : This is better for the customers. But far less nudity in Phuket, or more hidden at the back of seadragon. Beers also more expensive.
Back in Pattaya, at LK metro, B-bong was booked out so
I tried the place across the road that was sold for a song. Greeted with 'I must F*k you. Barfine me now' before I crossed the threshold. Normally I do not go for a average chubby one. But the attitude screamed a dare. So I did. LT. But only after establishing LT meant LT. No sick buffalos and she wanted FUN, and not an act. Yes to all. At 300 bt and 1000 Lt I had nothing to loose. Or did I?
Ironed out my flight stresses straight away with the I fk you broad. But it was ordinary and detached, soul-less. No way was she a keeper. It had been a big act all along, and I had fallen sucker to a brash act. I needed a 'stunner' and to go on the prowl. For old times sake.
At LK Metro Stags Head? Had an medium attractive one. Homely but no visible tattoo's. Rainy and miserable. Worst business. Super SLOW.
Manager greeted me, good english and I explained what I wanted. One that is fun, straight sex only, and as a 48 yo an easy person for company. I also explained I offer low because of this, but tip if all is well. Firm but fair. But I want LT and not a runner. Bought a beer for both. How much? 2000ST+BF.
I countered 1500 LT, explaining my 'rules' and if I like you keep you few days as I just arrived, maybe tip more. Counter counter 1500 ST. Now it was late. 12PM'ish and VERY slow in LK.
Now I knew this gal needed a BF, I was an easy customer, but nooooo 1800 was the counter.
I said 'bill'. Manager was shocked, as if customers always 'cave' but I said look soapy on LK HOney is 1800 a sure thing. Soi 6 is close. I told you I was wise, but you missed the signals, but obviously, this one wants to gamble. Sometimes you loose. BTW Girl had no takers for next 3 nights.
So Girls at Pattaya bars, get ready for the 'take the offer' or I go. No negotiation. Up to you for a change. Oh do figure my age, at 48 my staying power and enjoyment is not the same as someone younger. Happy to walk, as I had a BF already.
In Windmill Pattaya, I saw just one capable of booty shaking, but it had no number on wrist or elsewhere, shorter hair, dyed awfully, and could be a LB. Just two other girls could achieve 70% tempo. The lesbian hair dragging and banging their heads into metal pillars with a thud, was good world wide wrestling acting, about the only place there that 'trains' its girls, and puts on variety.
After a wander to WS and back to reclaim my girl.
I felt my LT had transformed, and . There was coldness. I said am I going to enjoy morning and she said probably not. I said OK, go.
Note to new owner: First impressions matter hugely if staying at 'your place'. If the first is a dud, more barfines and lots of beer drinking vanish. That one girls attitude. Pump and dump poisioned. Her mates chances of being fined for the next 7 nights. Lucky the place at 550 night was value enough for me not to want to move. Nearly next to Devils Den.
In the next few nights, I did 'soapies' as they were sure fire successes, hassle free. And a bargain compared to HKT. My favorite young one in Soi Honey was promoted to a blue tag (red=1800) blue =2300. So Honey lost 70% of my business to the other soapies. Opposite LK metro, I found a massage place fairly opposite Sugar, for 800 all in, in case I still felt frisky before bed. Place was a dive, but emptyish, and one
Mature one. Knew how to revive exhaused members.
Wandering down soi Buk. I passed Pook bar a lot, but my LB senses said keep walking. Dunno if I was right to ignore this place.
At one of the big beer bar hall near the entrance of WS, couple of years ago 300BF and 1000 bt after 11 you had a huge selection. This year same number of girls but LT asking was 2000. WTF. These are 6'es. Maybe I have grown bigger and less handsome. 1500. No (I walk). Very confused. I guess it was contrived for pre-Christmas. Sorry. I don't play. Me walk.
Business was SOOO slow and crook then, I think someone said 'fireworks'. I think the fireworks on 15- 16-17 and extended walking street nights. Worked business up on the beach, and stripped customers from 2nd / 3rd road. Very lonely and depressing looking girls looking for customers. Well, one day they will figure out a 2 for one 'sale' is better than an empty nest with no 'orders'.
In conclusion Pattaya wins hand down. I do believe the girls are greedy, and not factoring in age, and nett demand and the GFC. Fine, Beach Road, Soi 6 and Soapys be it then, and the 22 year old studleys on Vitamin K can ram them raw. There are new customers in town wanting value.
As for Phuket, When I say price fixing, the local tuk tuk mafia actually shoot dead bus drivers, or sabotage brake lines. Maybe some of this rubs off on bar fines and negotiable rates. [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUqcsGEO9IY[/url]. I could not figure out why so high, so I beat it to BKK and Annies. BKK was no fun, not cheap, so Pattaya was the solution.
Before leaving. I had a lot of money, unspent, mostly because WS joints had unrealistic expectations and because I think owners and girls were not adjusting to reality. Next time I hit Pattaya low season.
