******************** RETURN OF THE SITH – BKK 2016 (continued - 3)
Many years ago, a bunch of fellows and I were walking East along Sukhumvit around Soi 2 following this hot Thai girl. We noticed her picking up pace, when one of my friends said “Look at the girl, she’s headed for that small Plaza”, we thought we could get her before she went shopping in the Plaza – she was almost within our predatory range.
Then one of our more experienced friends said “That’s no Plaza. It’s a multi-story sexual industry machine capable of destroying and all comers!!!!!” To which the other friend replied “It’s too big to be a multi-story sexual industry machine”….. and, as we approached, I expressed my trepidation “I’ve got a very bad feeling about this……..” We all tried to turn around and head back towards Soi 2, but for some reason the Death Star kept pulling us in…….. we couldn’t escape its clutches.
Countless poor souls have been caught by The Death Star’s tractor beams. First its loud music and neon lights lure you to take a peak. Second, as you stroll along its many walkways and terraces, you will undoubtedly come within tractor beam range of one of the more aggressive GG or LB talent, who will lock her arms (and fangs) into you and drag you through the other side of the Red Felt Curtain………..resistance is futile.
You are like one of those poor Elk surrounded by a band of Tigers on National Geographic. Once one of them gets you by the neck………………….well………………. you know the rest of the story. It never ends well.
Your polite naïve Farang-ways are no match for their aggressive street-smart persistence, emotional blackmail (“Oohhhh… why you no love me?”), and downright sexiness. You, like many others, will be immediately sat down, surrounded by a mobile fish tank of girls eager to be selected, and coerced into buying multiple rounds of lady-drinks for lovely ASPs, ugly ASPs, and one or two weather-beaten Mamasans alike. The suck of Bhat from your pocket begins with no end ever in sight. You are no match for the Darkside of the Force.
Indeed, how many of us have found ourselves escorted into a Short Time Room in the Death Star that more than not, resembled a Garbage Compactor Room, with sludge and critters lurking between our ankles. The clock is always ticking in those rooms, and it can certainly sometimes feel like the walls are moving in on you……as your time runs out and your P4P choice of the evening is trying to hurry you to blow a load by whispering in your ear “You cum for me now, you cum! Ok?” And many of us who have used those rooms, particularly those who read this Forum, may have encountered a giant brown snake lurking beneath the sheets – sly-fully slithering past our legs and thighs – only to find ourselves battling face-to-face with that one-eyed monster as it tries to suffocate us into submission.
How many of us have been in the middle of that picture before? See the picture posted below.....Lurking in a derelict cesspool with complete strangers. Paying an extra B 500 to keep the good times going..... because you are almost about to shoot your wad. It doesn't seem to get really good until you see at least a little bit of blood flowing on the sheets...... that is, if you have really taken your journey down the wicked depths of the Darkside.
See Chewey?? Check her picture out below. Poor Chewey……… have no money to buy hormones recently. Chewey must go back to Isaan because no more GoGoBar will hire her - no look pretty without Hormones. No amount of warpaint, and false eyelashes will attract even the most hardcore of tranny chasers with this one. Mamasan will soon kick her off the Death Star and she will have to work the backwater cantinas of Mos Eisley soon....
(who remember's the Star Wars bar called the Thermae in Bangkok??!!!!???)
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