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Published: August 8th 2008
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Pattaya, 04-04-2008. Like always when I'm in fabled Pattaya I spend a lot of time chatting to the ladies on the boulevard as well as to their customers, lone farangs from Europe. While back in Europe their loniness is almost like a fatal disease, it tortures and distorts their minds to the point of snapping. When they get to that point they go to the bank, get out their savings and remembering that special Hot Momma that they've been with last time in Pattaya, they run off to the travel agency and buy a ticket to Bangkok, they don't bother with the big metropole but get a seat on the very first airco minibus to Pattaya straight from the airport. The cure to their lonely heart is only 12 hours flying time away from home.
I remember how I got to know about this place, when my good Thai friend Jamie took me here by local chickenbus because he had a Muay thay fight somewhere near Sukhumvit Road, way out of town.
He won that fight and we ended up with a shit load of Bhat, we wanted to party, we were raedy to get laid. I felt overwhelmed that night, I mean I had just come out of my teenage years, I was a mere lad, still almost a child. Jamie, a bloke of Thai origin and about my own age who grew up in the Bangkok slumps, a half cast with a Karen mother, was street tough, street wise, he knew his way around and he made me very street wise that night...We met lady after lady, drank Kloster beer like there was no tomorrow, smoked pot and ended up in a hotel room with five Hot Mommas.
Crazy were the times. I've been back many time since that first time spending most of my waking hours on the boulevard drinking cheap Leo beer with these countless Hot Mommas, just hanging out you know.
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You suck.
Get a life. You sound like a dxmned Kerouac novel. Don't ever get married.