The FARANG Speaks 2 Much (tfs2m)

Ugly go-go dancers home in on me like a cruise missile locked on to an aircraft carrying Osama bin Laden. It has always been this way. Each time I walk through those magic curtains, the sloppy seconds of Thai womanhood descend on me before I can say “Tiger beer”.

When I walk into a bar alone and see other solo drinkers happily enjoying the show without being harassed by desperate slappers, I am encouraged that, perhaps just once, I might be allowed the same privilege. Yet within seconds two flabby Isaan hands appear from behind me and begin a neck massage. I turn around to see a middle-aged porker with bad breath and a lascivious sneer who would be better employed selling fish in Udon Thani.

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