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Shocking stuff and in line with media reports about how American consumers are fleeced by a broken system. The upside is hopefully the World can benefit from our bloat which keeps the pharmaceutical industry so competitive with research and compensation.

I've picked up on this too. He also alleged I was racist in a post about Berlin since I hooked up with a Chinese National at the Kit Kat Club, so we have that as well. A sweetheart 😛. But I must admit, I am an unabashed rice queen (among otherworldly delicacies). I'll be doing reports from Europe and beyond next year.

Oops, I pretty much ignored everything DOA had to say as I've seen him trolling on other threads. I certainly wish I had the coin to make it rain in all these establishments and was extremely grateful that relative to the US the prices of Thailand were so affordable. A similar comparable erotic massage in my neighborhood would be $350-$400 US compared to $90. Thanks for clarifying

I am pretty sure spoon has the right calculation! Now, I admit see: delerium, jet lag, malnutrition, some of the detailed facts may be frankly wrong or misremembered, but I would typically, without shame, pull out my phone calculator to go over all transactional negotiations with MBs and the like. The hosts/touts would usually be fast talking so much that I was quite cautious about getting overcharged. Since I am on a tight budget, I made it a point to only carry ~ $150/US in baht on me for an entire day as a sort of "envelope budget" to ensure I did not bankrupt myself inviting an entire army of MBs back to my hotel. Unfortunately, that pesky budget of mine limited a truly baller move like some of those ideas , But I do like the idea of an off fee-as a "purchase option" type agreement and then continuing on with a crawl that way. Probably the cleanest ethically too. As for BBB, DANG! That was actually at the top of my list but I confused it with X-Boys and by the time the crawl was initiated I really had no "plan" other than stumbling to what looked open ie. A-Bomb, and that was not a great system. I should have been more diligent in scoping out where BBB was, but I never recognized it during my daytime powerwalking. Agreed, I remember some discussion on this board about some of the awkwardness that could go on with offing two MBs from the same bar. Seems more trouble than it's worth BUT I am sure there is an outside chance it could be unforgettable. Do tell about your Arena visit! At this point, it is the top contender in my trip for greatest legend.

A novel business idea just dangling there for a visionary entrepreneur!

Day 4 Awakening at 4 AM, I would continue to have major effects of jet lag for days to come. Fortunately, having recuperated from the previous days’ escapades, I found myself in the hotel gym by 6 AM. There, I was greeted by the sight of two stylishly dressed 'daddies' in their trendy lycra outfits, offering a pleasant distraction as I powered through my workout routine. Soon after, a return trip to Prime Massage, this time attended to by a different masseur. Since it was a weekday and my arrival coincided with their opening time, I was able to get service immediately, a contrast to the hour-long wait of my previous visit. I was impressed by the efficiency and scale of Prime Massage's operations, observing teams of workers with headsets efficiently shepherding customers through the various buildings. The level of precision in their service was remarkable. The masseur assigned to me was thicker and more robust, providing stronger stretches and cracks that echoed a chiropractic session. Pure bliss. After the massage, my journey took me to Pattaya. Initially, I was unsure whether to include Pattaya in my itinerary. When I first planned this trip, my focus was solely on the famed city of Bangkok. However, the numerous mentions and detailed reports about this beach town piqued my curiosity. Ultimately, I decided that a 60-mile detour, in the context of my 9,000-mile journey to Thailand, would be fine even if I was prioritizing nightclubs, saunas, and muscle worship in my original itinerary over host bars and twinks. Opting against taking the bus, I felt a pressing need to maximize every moment of my trip, and the thought of navigating a bus terminal or risking a missed departure seemed too cumbersome. Prioritizing efficiency and convenience, I chose to book a Grab Premium car. This decision allowed me to reach my destination, the LK The Empress, right at the 2 PM check-in time for about $40 US and a little over 2 hours. I planned to spend one night there before making my way back to the Ibis Styles Silom. Upon arriving the familiar deluge of Grindr messages came in as fresh meat was detected in the grid. This time with a noticeable increased percentage of European/Australian travelers and ex-patriots. I was starting to get caught up in different different message threads because some of the xxx pics that were coming through were too compelling to ignore but I was frantically trying to explore the area as sunlight slipped away. Pattaya captivated me with its distinct beachy vibe. The LK The Empress, in particular, was a highlight. My suite offered a breathtaking ocean view, where I could gaze out at the dozens of boats anchored along the shore. The distant Pattaya sign, beckoning. It was also a short walk to Walking Street and Boyztown. From the ground level, the streets buzzed with life, a bustling blend of tourists and automobile traffic. I was thrilled to powerwalk/wander somewhat aimlessly to see the monuments such as Relax Massage and Boyztown - much like my giddy first day in Bangkok - admiring these landmarks of smut. I found myself receiving a relentless stream of texts from a Chinese masseur at Relax@Me Massage. His approach was a mix of emotional appeal and ego-boosting tactics, a combination that proved to be quite persuasive. Despite the numerous warnings evident in the establishment's Google Reviews, which were startlingly low (1 star) and filled with earnest accounts cautioning potential visitors, I couldn't help but feel intrigued. The masseur's persistent and passionate messages to meet him piqued my curiosity. Given my penchant for impulsiveness and a tendency to embrace thrill I found myself easily swayed by his entreaties and abandon logic. Fateful mistake, is this now three, was soon to be in my clutches. The masseur was a complete departure of the Bad Boys, Adonises, Superstars, and Boy-Next-Door dreamboats I had become so overwhelmed with in Bangkok. He was a tiny tot, a sugary sweet, innocent-looking babe. This image along with his messages about how attractive I was and that he was in love with me seemed like youthful and earnest lust but were a warning of things to come. I made my way to the massage parlor that was off the normal tourist hubs near the beach but not a great distance and allowed me to see more of the City. Upon arrival, I realized I was in for a little trouble. About 12 boys were sitting out in front who all looked a little worn out, average, or even a bit odd. This may be a bit uncharitable since I had become desensitized from Silom and the sight of dozens of sexy boys of all types lounging outside 9-Teen, M Star, and other various parlors or the epic lineups from Arena, Sabaidee and Jey Spa. Types ranging from hot, handsome, and sexy this was now my new normal. So I realized the rumors of Pattaya were true and that concessions were needed but thankfully there was a discount in price. I was quoted 500 baht for an hour oil massage, body-to-body with a 500 minimum tip. My tiny tot, about 4’ 8”, came bouncing out the gates when he saw me approaching. He looked even younger than the pictures he sent and I then thought about any tips from this board about avoiding entrapment if this boy was actually a boy. The fateful mistake I made was not as dramatic as Sabaidee the day before but again my lack of discussion with him about what body-to-body entailed or what my interests were led to another awkward experience. The accommodations were rather rough but not alarming. I was treated to another shower/toilet combo but this time the masseur was much more attentive, even joining me for my initial shower. His English was pretty good and he had a cheerful demeanor. He began the massage, nude, his body had all the signs of tone and tautness of an adult man trapped in a child-like body. Defying all expectations and stereotypes he had a thick, 7-inch cock that was erect from the start. Uh oh. About 15 minutes into the massage that was mediocre but not bad, a lick to my sphincter and he was eating me out, this was unexpected. It was quite sweet. He took a condom out and asked if he should “stick it in” but I knew I was not going to relive the prior day's misstep and told him I was not a bottom. I had also not made preparations to bottom so I was not going to risk it. I had incorrectly just assumed he was a bottom based on his aesthetic and poetically lustful declarations of love and affection. He then shoved his huge dick in my mouth. There was a unique and unwelcome tang to his girthy uncut member but I serviced him for a while until the dick cheese became too intense and we eventually settled on concluding the visit with mutual masturbation and a follow-up joint shower. A friendly goodbye and I high-tailed it out of there not looking back. However, not some 10 minutes had passed before my tiny tot began to message me again. This time assurances that we’ll meet up after he is off work at the end of the day for dinner. Then that he was going to be celebrating a holiday later in the week with family and wanted me to come with him. Some 15 messages poured in by the time I left the parlor until I reached my hotel with the prerequisite, “are you there?” and “I love you” interspersed to enhance the intensity. A prelude to the increased level of assertiveness from Pattaya twinks. I couldn't resist the temptation to visit a local McDonald’s, driven by sheer curiosity to discover what unique menu items they offered in Thailand. To my delight, I found and savored the Samurai Pork Burger. However, by 6 PM, the cumulative exhaustion caught up to me but I was successfully able to manage a cat nap. Waking up refreshed and ready for my evening exploration of Boyztown. My first stop on an unwieldy host 'bar crawl' was X-Boys. I had a great time here and would have been happy to have stayed the entire night if not for my obsessed desire to crawl. The place was near capacity with me joining relatively late and seated in the back with a large pole in my line of sight. The host was a relatively attractive ladyboy who would continually inquire if I wanted to tip him as he would twirl and pout his lips. With good humor, he would twirl away when shooed. I knew no such tip was expected or necessary. Next to me was a farang that seemed to take residence in the bar and was quite familiar - likely a staple. He had a bottle and multiple mixers along with boys swirling around him but one in particular seemed to be his companion and the others may have been clinging on hope to come off the bench and play the game. One of these boys, another thin twink sitting next to me in baggy gray boxer briefs and impressive bulge began to look over at me and smile. I was unsure what to do. Thinking back to previous reports and FAQs I’d read on the board, I was nervous about stumbling into a verbal/metaphysical contract with an MB when that was not my intention but his earnest smiles turned into a salutation and questions. He spoke English relatively well asking me,” where I was from”, “how long I was there”, “who I was with”, and “was I having fun” - the usual interrogation to see how much money could extract from me I’d reckon. Throughout be then began to get bolder. Starting to pinch my nipples, rub my crotch and kiss me. At this point, I rewarded his intensive marketing with a drink of his choice, I believe 300 baht. The show starting timely at 10:30 was entertaining. The ladyboy host would do a thankfully short number, an odd “sex show” with boys coupled up that was sort of lifeless and not sexy. Perhaps since I was way in the back with an unwanted structural support pole reduced the appeal. A few women in the crowd and the front row were cackling in delight. There was a group of straight men who came right off the street to do a jump dance routine that was good but they were fully clothed so the tip jar likely suffered as a result. There was a twink getting fucked by a top taken around the bar. This a scenario I was familiar with from this Forum and unfortunately was not able to avoid the twink laying on top of me securing a 100 baht tip though the “experience” was hardly erotic. Most impressive was the cock contest that caused a lot of howls and groans. There was a pluckiness and rouge energy to the show that made it all very entertaining. In time, my new skinny twink had a friend come over who sat next to me on my other side. Now this guy was my type. Boyish, but visibly an adult, he was stocky and relatively tall wearing a tight pair of black boxer briefs. He could also speak some English and was very charming and friendly going through the familiar interrogation and engaging in flirty play at one point leading my hand to his butt for an inspection of his hole. Okay, I’m going to buy him a drink now too. Ultimately, the sight of me surrounded by these two boys led the host to come back over and he too started to feel me up, and asked me for a tip, as he groped me, or a drink, as I steadfastly refused. The skinny twink then moved to brass tacks. As the host explained the 'off fee,' which I believe was around 500 baht, the two MBs began pointing to themselves and each other, evidently suggesting their availability. This sudden development caught me off guard, sparking a moment of panic. I questioned how I could possibly bring my ambitious bar crawl to an abrupt halt at the very first stop. To gracefully exit the situation, I quickly excused myself, reassuring them that I would return later since the night was still young. Shortly after settling the bill the two charming MBs were called back to the stage as the show concluded. They rejoined the lineup, swaying to the music with their numbered badges on display for the crowd. It was a peculiar scene, reminiscent of what I'd seen at Dreamboy, yet lacking the same intensity of gogo dancers or club-like production elements. As I hastened towards the exit, the skinny twink playfully blew kisses in my direction, leaving me in a state of uncertainty about whether I had made the right decision in leaving so soon. My next stop was A-Bomb. As I approached, the host informed me they were closed due to a lack of customers for their show. While I was there, my attention was caught by a cute boy standing nearby, one of the few MBs still lingering at the entrance. This boy, a charming Thai with a small mustache and round face, approached me and led me inside. The bar was eerily quiet and empty, but he guided me to the back seats. Shortly after, the host reappeared, bringing me a menu. The situation felt surreal: sitting in an empty bar with this cute boy now cozily wrapped around my arm. To add to the bizarre atmosphere, two other MBs walked onto the stage, looking visibly miserable and bored but we were quite muscular a departure of the boyish twinks I'd been encountering everywhere. They half-heartedly attempted a dance, removing their shirts while keeping their jeans on. It seemed as if they were putting on a show to give the illusion that the bar was back in business. However, after a brief ten minutes, they too left the stage and exited through the front door. The cute boy wrapped around my arm goes through that familiar script of questions all the while massaging my legs and rubbing my crotch. Quickly getting to business offering to bottom for 1800 baht or some odd calculation. I literally had my calculator out at one point as we were going through scenarios of the cost of taking him to a room nearby versus my hotel versus this or that. Ultimately, while he was really cute - not like my X-boy cuties - and I was on a bar crawl - I needed to press forward! So, I fled A-Bomb after paying for my drink and his ~ 500 baht. My last stop would be Toy Boys. I arrive and there are 4 skinny young twinks in boxer briefs on stage standing around and a group of three Asian women talking to a boy they had commandeered. Within a few minutes, these women would leave and now 5 skinny young twinks would turn their attention to me as I sat there drinking a Coke Zero, exhausted and bewildered. The host came up to me eagerly with the off proposal of 500 baht. One of the twinks, a bad boy, kept scowling at me and thrusting his hips in the universal “fuck” sign as the other more shyly stood there smiling and swaying to the music. Judgement time. I thought about fleeing a third time back to the welcoming embrace of X-boys but then I wondered if those boys would still be there. Would I feel pressure to off the skinny boy and leave my stockier dream behind? If I picked the stockier MB would his friend be jealous? Could I handle the awkwardness? Did I have the money or will to take them both with me? Overwhelmed with my mental gymnastics and transactional ethics - I quickly announced to the host that I would off the bad boy twink and frantically conclude this epic bar crawl. This small lad, I would later find out is a twenty-year-old Cambodian. I was headed back the the Empress and a fine ST. He had smooth cinnamon skin, tight body, silky hair, and spoke little English. I remember thinking he looked like a barely legal porn star. Again I was greeted by a large dick but nothing monstrous and he took well to directions to get things going. It was all rather "professional and detached" and I did not mind in the least. After about 30 minutes we had cum and was off on his way forever, or so I thought. The entire thing was 2000 baht and I was beyond satisfied with my short trip to Pattaya.

Good tip! I think removing the condom would have been a clear sign to keep the erotic play out of my rectum and the massage could have hopefully been extended.

I would love if for the all-nude massages the line up would come out all naked and that would have made the entire process much smoother. But then, I’d offer up it would be even better if they were all naked and hard. Alas, my high probability of picking shirtless masseurs had a limit but I am a big boy and know the risks of playing with fire.

Interesting thesis and sounds close to the truth. Beauty standards shift over time and between cultures and it makes sense that a certain "boom time" for a unique aesthetic is no longer as dominant.

Pictorial Interlude View from Ibis Styles Silom Pool / Gym Pool Party! T Cruisin' Silom Road "Gay Street" The Atrium Mama Mia The good ol chaotic alleyway street markets Much to the Carnival barkers' dismay, I was not interested in seeing ping pongs projected out of a pussy but I respect the game and heroism. 🫡💯 The economy is churning despite a few zombie buildings.

Editor's Note: In hindsight, I wish I could claim that I had the discipline to go to bed by 10 PM by my own volition. However, the reality was a bit different. I recall attempting to set my alarm for a brief 'cat nap,' - hair on the dog that bit me - only for it to turn into an unplanned, prolonged sleep. I awoke at 4 AM, somewhat disoriented but also relieved. This inadvertent extended rest meant I thankfully avoided a repeat of the previous night's escapades.

Yes, a man on a mission! 🫡 Reporting for duty, sir. I am trying to write up this report as soon as possible so I do not forget. It was a whirlwind for sure, I wish I was able to remember more names. Thank goodness for adrenaline. Things slowed down, for sure, towards the end of the week.

Day Three I woke up at 10 AM, my head throbbing and body aching — the unmistakable signs of a hangover. Despite the discomfort, I was determined to make the most of my vacation. With nearly half of my trip already behind me and a busy schedule ahead, there was no time to waste wallowing in bed. My last substantial meal seemed a distant memory, making me grateful for the extra serving I had at breakfast the day before. My first destination for the day was Sabaidee Spa, located about a mile from Silom Road. I hoped a leisurely walk would help settle my uneasy state. According to Google, the spa opened at noon, and in my eager anticipation, I found myself at its doorstep at 11:55 AM, ready for what I expected to be a relaxing “massage.” However, to my surprise, the sign on the door announced a 1:00 PM opening. Killing time, I wandered the surrounding area, which included a dumpster yard and a street alley food market. The sights and smells of these sizzling brown and green organic matter were intensified by my hangover, but I pressed on. When 1:00 PM finally arrived, I was the first customer through the door. The attendant greeted me and presented an iPad showcasing a gallery of men, a confusing array of bodies. It was unclear if all those pictured were actually present, making the exercise seem somewhat perplexing. This initial confusion was soon cleared up as a group of men were ushered out for my inspection, allowing me to make my choice in person. As the lineup of men stood before me, the attendant at Sabaidee Spa took an interesting turn. He pointed to one particular individual on the iPad and zoomed in on his image. This action, performed amidst the real-life presence of the other men, only heightened my sense of anxiety. I found myself torn, surrounded by an array of sexy men, each man smiling in anticipation of selection. In hindsight, I pondered the attendant's gesture. Was it merely a suggestion, a subtle hint, or perhaps something more? Could it have been a sign or a cryptic message, a piece of a larger, unseen puzzle of my journey? Because what to come would be a nightmare situation. The masseur the attendant subtly directed me towards stood out distinctly from the rest. He was a shirtless man in his late forties, notably labeled as a “Top” in the selection. As someone who primarily identifies as a Side or Versatile, I often find the Top versus Bottom dichotomy a bit puzzling. This particular masseur, being shirtless, somewhat older, and clearly a serious bodybuilder in his prime was one of just two Tops presented. However, my attention was swiftly captured by another individual standing beside him — a stunningly attractive man in his twenties who perfectly embodied the archetype of "tall, dark, and handsome." With his cool smile, chiseled features, and thick black hair, he was strikingly compelling. The other four, labeled as “Bottoms,” unfortunately faded into the background in comparison. So, setting aside the attendant's intriguing suggestion, I chose to go with this enigmatic and darkly handsome masseur. Reflecting on the situation, I realized that this choice was perhaps my first significant misstep of the trip, or maybe the second if I count the mystery cocktail jug from the night before. In the excitement of the moment, I had neglected to communicate my preferences and expectations to the attendant. I hadn't mentioned my inclination as a Side or Versatile, nor had I clarified what exactly I was seeking from the massage experience. Furthermore, I chose the unambiguous "Erotic Massage - 3000 baht" from their menu without fully understanding its implications, and I failed to inquire about the attendant's curious gesture with the iPad. This oversight led to a horrific encounter with the brooding masseur I had chosen. Our interaction during the massage was awkward and frustrating, resulting in an experience that ranked as one of the worst “massages” I'd ever had. It was a stark reminder of the importance of clear communication, especially in situations involving that kind of baht. Despite the initial disappointment with my choice of a masseur, Sabaidee Spa did have its pleasant aspects. Upon settling in, I was provided with a refreshing cup of tea and a towel, creating a soothing atmosphere as I waited for the massage. After the lineup, the men retreated to what seemed like a kitchen area, where they immediately went to scrolling their phones and gossiping. About five minutes later, I was led upstairs to a spacious massage room, which boasted two beds and a well-constructed shower. The masseur who escorted me up then left abruptly, leaving me alone in the room. Unsure of the protocol, I decided to start with a shower, as it had become a familiar routine by now. After the shower, I found myself waiting in a state of uncertainty, wondering which bed to choose for the massage and if it even mattered. This brief period of waiting added to the already awkward beginning of what was supposed to be a relaxing experience. When the masseur returned, he silently gestured towards one of the beds, indicating where the massage would take place. He spoke no English at all. He disrobed, revealing a remarkably chiseled physique that matched his striking facial features. His skin was flawlessly smooth, and his muscular build was impressive, speaking of a disciplined fitness regime. However, the session, which started with much promise, took a turn. Barely five minutes into the massage, which began with routine strokes on my back and legs, a pain struck my sphincter. Wait what? I turn around and he is wearing a condom and trying to stick it in my ass. I crane my neck over and scream, “Do you have any lube? That hurts!” He looks at me curiously. He tries again. I then flipped over and pointed to the massage oil container that he had barely used. He then seems to understand what lubricant is and adds a dollop to his very large cock, 8 inches and thick, and tries again, this time we are missionary as I had flipped around. And he begins jackhammering me as if this were some rape porn fantasy on steroids. I finally settled that this is not going to work by shoving him off me. He gets the message and scurries out of the room. After my shower and tending to a brutalized orifice I storm down to the reception. The attendant has a beaming smile and asks, ‘Did you get a happy ending?’ while mimicking a blow job, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek. I explained there was nothing happy about the experience and it was horrible and I had literally only been away for twenty minutes. He then explained that he was sorry but it was this masseur's first day - that was it. No refund, offer to press charges, nothing. So needless to say, no tip, and - 1 out of 5 stars, cannot recommend them until they get better on-the-job training, hiring orientation, and customer service. Throbbing head, throbbing anus the only solution I could conjure would be to take a short break and go for a jog around Lumpini Park, which was on the way back to Silom. A spectacular park with a great jogging trail, paddle boats, a makeshift gym, and great views of the skyline from every angle. After two hours, I began to settle and decided to roll the dice again. Opting for my preferred mode of transportation during this trip, I hailed a Grab Premium, which I found to be familiar to Uber but a fraction of the cost back home. The premium service was a larger sedan with leather seats as opposed to a small car and fabric seats. The journey to Jey Spa took about 35 minutes from my hotel, bad traffic, and I soon found myself arriving in a residential neighborhood. The ‘spa’ resembled a typical single-family home from the outside. A stack of shoes outside the front door alerted me of this expected custom and in my socks stepped through the threshold into the, Living Room. I was greeted by and older gentleman that comically gave off a very “pimp” vibe. Perhaps it is because he so casually declared, “bring the boys out!” after I explained to him I was there for an hour massage. Now Jey Spa had been on my mind for quite some time. I have been following their Line account for weeks now and they are constantly sending messages with the line up. Another poster on the board also had reported a riveting trip report that read like a fantastical romantic novella with a particular Jey Spa masseur, Arm. So with that knowledge, I wanted to see what this “Arm” was all about. As the boys marched into the room, I was much more comfortable this time, the panic of Arena a long ago memory but the pressure of making the “right choice” still gave me anxiety and now I had to contend with fear that another Mr. Jackhammer could be hiding in the shadows. Tops and Bottoms were separated on both sides of the living room except there was one boy in the middle and the only one shirtless. This solitary figure distinctively set apart from the others I would find out was also more expensive at 2000 baht compared to the others at 1500 baht. Still reeling from the Saibadee Spa disaster, I decided to take a chance with the versatile 'superstar' at Jey Spa. He exuded an undeniable sex appeal, combining the boy-next-door charm with an impressively sculpted physique becoming a familiar sign in my journey and an obvious and predictable insight into my “type” seems to be manifesting. Bulging pectorals, well-defined six-pack, coupled with a captivating smile and boyish dimples. These attributes collectively painted a picture of someone who I’d be ready to risk it all, for a chance. After making my selection, I noticed Arm, one of the 'tops,' disappearing into another part of the house. He still carried the aura of a legend. Since the VIP room was already booked — a reservation I hadn't planned to make — I was led to a house next door. There, I encountered my first experience with a combined shower/toilet room, which was separate from the massage area. Now I understood the appeal of the VIP rooms. In this makeshift restroom, reminiscent of a janky RV, I found myself awkwardly bundling my clothes and phone in a corner as I showered. Afterward, I had to navigate down a hallway naked, carrying my belongings, which only added to the awkwardness of the situation. Once settled on the bed the superstar masseur arrived and quickly disrobed. Wow. Having already had a preview of him half-naked the full feature did not disappoint. Bubble butt, large calves and well-endowed but nothing like the monstrosity from hours earlier. He complained that this room did not have a sound system and fussed for about 5 minutes trying to find music on his phone to play. I laid there now regretting losing out on this Casanova Arm in place of a Primadonna but ultimately the Superstar came through with a quality massage and fantastic fun. When it came time for him to top it was clear he knew what to do, and that he was gay. Thoroughly checked in with me on pressure and speed while using his hips to elegantly roll rather than smash. My sphincter had been rewarded after a harrowing journey. Unfortunately, I did not get to top him, so whatever versatility he had - it was not meant to be but after we both had ample time to suck, lick and jerk a double climax was all that mattered. I tipped him 1000 baht. The day concluded with me finally seeking some nourishment. I headed to Mamma Mia, a tourist-friendly alleyway restaurant, eager for a taste of my favorite Americanized dish, 'Drunken Noodle.' It seems 'Drunken Noodle' doesn't really exist in traditional Thai cuisine; it's essentially a noodle-based basil stir-fry, which is extremely common but not marketed like they do back home. While Mamma Mia's rendition of 'Drunken Noodle' was only mediocre, the atmosphere made up for it. Dining as cars lurched past the restaurant, only a few inches away from the patrons, added a unique charm. It was an experience heightened by the sight of Instagram influencers striking poses against the backdrop of rugged street vendors. My phone begins to buzz. The boys from last night are back at DJ Station for another round of mayhem. But after being ravished in all manner of the word it was off the bed by 10 PM and prepare for tomorrow's adventure - Pattaya, and more miscalculations to come 😂.

Day 2 - Part 2 I didn’t think this report was going to reveal itself like some perverted Harry Potter series with so many posts but I must concede that the most intense moments of my week-long adventure occurred early on, as my stamina and sanity would wane. 😀 After returning to the hotel from Arena, an experience that fully met its renowned reputation, I quickly prepared for the Ibis Styles Silom pool party. Given that it was Saturday, the hotel and Silom Road were already bustling with activity. My initial plan was to observe from a distance, somewhat inconspicuously in a dark corner creepily oogling the crowd. However, the reality was quite different. The pool party turned out to be a lively and social gathering, drawing in about 100 attendees from a wide range of ages, backgrounds, and countries. I found myself engaging in conversations with various friendly men, boys and a sprinkling of curious women. Some of the people I made conversation with also agreed to make plans to extend the festivities later at DJ Station and G Bangkok, both already on my itinerary. Traveling alone, I'm usually cautious with alcohol consumption, particularly in unfamiliar places. However, the engaging company and seemingly endless beer buckets, coupled with my lack of sleep and the lingering effects of my trans-Pacific journey, led me to let my guard down and warning bells began to ring. As the evening progressed, I was introduced to a striking Cambodian boy in his early twenties, Lenny, by an American of Asian descent living in Mexico — a testament to our awesome planet. Lenny's charisma and captivating presence in the party, complete with a group of equally animated friends, caught my attention. He paraded around with his boyish good looks in a tight white speedo daring gawkers to see the results of his ventures into the pool. Taking his time to pose and preen for his friends to snap photos as they shrieked in delight over the scene of envious glares and thirsty voyuers viewing the commotion. However, my attempt at conversation with him was not as successful as I'd hoped as I fumbled around a few lines and nervously made small talk. That is when I realized I need to make a hasty retreat as my pre-arranged companion had arrived from Siam Roads. The concept of a companion for the evening seemed sensible at first, but as the night unfolded, I began to realize that my hyper-promiscuous energy combined with the City’s high-spirited sex-fueled denizens, made such an arrangement somewhat redundant. Nevertheless, my companion proved to be understanding and supportive of my own sex-crazed ambitious plans for the night. Meeting my companion in the hotel lobby, I was apologetic for my tardiness, likely looking as the Crypt Keeper on Spring Break. We had a brief discussion about my dream and desires for the evening before heading out - hardcore partying 🫡. After yet another round of showering, we embarked on our first destination of the night: Sauna Mania. Walking to the bathhouse, I became acutely aware of the unique smells and sights of Bangkok's streets at night, including the surprisingly large rats that seemed more akin to rabbits, all under the backdrop of streams of people on the sidewalk. The entrance procedure for Sauna Mania was all very familiar to typical bathhouses I’d been to before with utilitarian lockers and very old and worn feel. It was “underwear” night and I had worn a very revealing jockstrap with a cut out for my dick so it was mostly visible not realizing that Sauna Mania would only be giving out towels the size of a wash cloth. My companion alerted me to meet him at 10pm in the lobby and I said 9pm, which was about an hour not knowing how this was all going to unfold. Well, long story short, I left him waiting for me once again as I got sucked into a swirl of Asian bodies and sex not to be seen again until - about 10pm as he had figured. I was obviously foreign and a slut by my underwear as most guys seemed to have traditional briefs or boxers and very few went all naked or had revealing jocks so I recieved a great deal more attention than I am used to in a bathhouse. I was impressed by the size of Sauna Mania with its vaulted and open air patios and various mazes. The facility was packed to the brim with people. At one point in the maze area is was so crowded hardly a person could move and people smashed against each other just gave in to whatever orifice or phallus was pressed upon them. It was hard to tell even who’s what was going where. After breaking free of that chaos I connected with a very large, bodybuilding type Chinese man about thirty or fourty. He was a top so I finally was able to check that box, or I guess I should say scratch that itch. After that I hairy local Thai guy who had been tailing me all even wanted me to top him and I obliged putting on a show for the Sauna in several of the open air rooms as neither of us had a private room and it didn’t seem either of us cared. Even at my last moment in the lockerroom as I departed I could not help but to molest an older Thai daddy who was buzzing next to me - I was unglued and loving it. Sheepishly returning to my companion he suggested we go to Circus and see the “gay street”. The energy was off though. At this point, I was covered with sex. The unfortunate thing about Sauna Mania is that for a bathhouse, its hygienic or “sauna” features were sorely lacking. There was no pool or hot tub, which is likely best for everyone's health and safety but even the showers were too utilitarian and soap harsh and unpleasant. Not to mention the little hand towels they supplied did little to encourage a thorough clean. So after an awkward beer at Circus - vacantly staring out into a sea of lights and chatting gays, me reeking of raw bathhouse sex and now horny as ever I had to explain to my companion that I am going back to the hotel to yes, shower, properly. After that detour he decides to take me to Dreamboy. Now through all my research, Deamboy never came up as a bar I wanted to see. Mostly because I took @vinapu clairvoyant suggestions to my inaugural post soliciting advice at face value and was hesitant to deviate as from my diligent studies of this board I assumed we are kindred spirits. However, Dreamboy is impressive in size and filled with people for the 10:30 show. However, the show was not all that entertaining to me with a few forgettable drag queens but some fun dance numbers with dancers and their cocks wrapped up like hotdogs. Now this is the first time I've seen gogo dancers proudly march on stage dicks out in such a manner. Certainly I've seen (and reported on) sex show and the like but this with the light one girls cackling and men drooling was still quite the sight to behold. Oh my. Thailand is different. I wandered around the bar at time trying to find the bathroom and everyone including staff and performers were quite forgiving and kind to me as I likely looked at this point a complete mess. I did enjoy some of the boys, who were clearly great gogo dancers and had great energy and moves but out of the some 20 guys on stage at a time, maybe that was one or two? Many others looking completely out of place made me feel uncomfortable as they stood there jerking from side to side or desperately staring out into the audience for attention. Their “boyish” lean looks were fine, I’ve already mentioned my tour of twinks and boyish men so far in the trip but they just didn’t quite pique my interest. I couldn't help but notice in my peripheral vision the several farangs that had arranged MBs in the back rows overjoyed and in love and that also warmed my heart. My companion was a bit agitated, I think he felt let down by the show, or perhaps my flagging energy was a sign we needed to leave. Continuing the evening's adventure, we headed to DJ Station now about 11ish, where I began texting some acquaintances from the pool party, informing them of our imminent arrival. The club, a multi-room extravaganza, was a vibrant mix of energy and people. It was bustling with men in their twenties and thirties, sprinkled with daddies who either shared their love or perhaps sponsored their company. One thing I enjoyed – it was all men! An extremely rare sight in a gay club in my hometown. The exact cost of entry or the other previous stops escapes my memory, a side effect of the endless beer buckets from the earlier pool party, but the entrance fee did include two complimentary drinks. I believe everything cost 400 baht, at which point I still figured was $400 US, still unsure how to convert money in my head only later figuring out it was more like a paltry $10. I chose a beer, clinging to the hope that sticking to one type of drink would help clear my increasingly blurry vision. I really enjoyed the pulsating EDM, all the songs seemed ripped from a typical American club. My companion, who had been more of a peripheral presence throughout the evening, seemed relieved to part ways as I became engrossed in the lively bar scene. He high-tailed out the building as if it had caught on fire. Not soon after, I noticed the Cambodian boy, Lenny, with the white speedo, now somewhat fully dressed - pants but proudly shirtless and gyrating on an older farang in his fifties. Lenny spotted me and came over and we shared a chat and he offered to buy me a drink with one of his tickets. At this point, I lost my other drink ticket and was relieved - hopeful that perhaps they sold Dasani? He suggested I get what seemingly everyone was holding a large half-gallon size container filled with a colorful drink. I didn’t realize these jugs that people were carrying around were mixed drinks that could be bought with one ticket. No wonder the place was verging on unhinged - nearly everyone was fucked up. Like any nervous gay trying to impress a crush I confidently agreed and get the jug of whatever may come. Soon I was slurping what seemed like straight liquor and continuing the party with him, his friends, his diligent farang companion, and others from the pool party. At this point, I had enough sense to know that I was not “going home with him” and that this older fellow who seemed to be a satellite in his orbit had priority and I respected the code. We make our way to G Bangkok thought I prefer its former moniker GOD, I think literally next door. A tunnel-like TSA experience but not very intrusive searching. I had poppers and random items like earplugs but none of that seemed to matter to the security guards who frisked me and metal detectors we were sent through. Once inside the nearly pitch-black club it was quite familiar to something I’d expect from New York City after hours, again the cover paid for drink tickets, which at this point I think I went back to beer with the feeble hopes I was not going to be in serious trouble tomorrow. The music was a varied mix of pots and pans clanging and electronic synthesizers but no one was there to sing along only to writhe and grind against one another and the sound system hit all the necessary notes. The pain could wait a few more hours for now I’m just making out with guys, fondling on the dancefloor, on a real warpath. Mercifully, at 4AM and the light blasts on and I permit myself to flee the premises a quick 10-minute stumble to my hotel with a huge smile and triple vision.

The significance of our human senses — touch, taste, and smell — cannot be understated, especially in environments like saunas, bathhouses, or even GoGo / MB bars. These experiences are deeply immersive and remain unmatched by current technology or even virtual reality type future tech. While mobile applications offer convenient features, such as selecting from an unlimited range of categories and boxes, they cannot replicate the full sensory engagement of these physical spaces. Regarding saunas, they have all pretty much closed in my area so your point is taken. However, it's important to recognize that such venues have a long history, dating back millennia. Although hardcore commercial brothels ie sex clubs maybe closing, Korean Spas and similar establishments continue to thrive by me. The decline of the former is likely related to issues like drug use, disease, and bad service. I'd imagine such establishments ebb and flow around the world over a long sweep of time. Can we please get a global renaissance up in here?

Day 2 I woke up at 9 AM, a mix of giddiness and jetlag clouding my senses, and made my way down to the breakfast buffet at the Ibis. Opting out of the prepaid breakfast during my reservation — a decision driven by my plan to eat minimally, only enough calories to keep me from keeling over in a sauna or dungeon if I were so lucky — I paid 199 Baht for the meal. The mint chicken and rice were so delectable that I indulged in a second serving, an unexpected treat amidst my hectic schedule. I was thrilled to discover that the Ibis was hosting a gay pool party on its rooftop that evening, a serendipitous welcome for me. However, I had already arranged to meet a companion through Siam Road, run by fellow poster Moses. My initial apprehensions about navigating Bangkok's vibe and concerns about potential communication barriers were quickly proven unfounded, and the companion proved to be unnecessary - but more on that later. The first major agenda of the day, aside from the unforgettable massage experience technically this same day, again my grasp of time and reality are still ruptured, was a visit to Prime Massage for an authentic Thai massage. Remembering the advice to wait two hours after eating, I used this time to hit the gym, running on adrenaline and excitement — after all, it was the main event, my birthday. The rooftop gym and pool offered a fantastic view, though the greenhouse-like gym design made for a sweltering workout. After freshening up — I now understand why so many posts on this board mention showers and showering, it became a recurring theme of frequent showers necessitated by Bangkok's humid climate and my intimate excursions — I headed straight to Prime Massage. Opting for a one-hour session at 300 Baht felt almost too good to be true. The massage, delivered by a fit, young masseur, was surprisingly intimate, despite the non-sensual setup and the unflattering pajamas I was forced to wear. His technique, involving close physical contact and a lack of hesitation around personal boundaries, was both professional and deeply relaxing. He laid on top of me, rolled around me, letting me feel his tight body, and let his hands go where they needed to go without flinching, even if it came to grazing my thankfully soft penis. I was a bit nervous I was going to be hard as a rock and thrown out as just another proud American sex freak. Post-massage, I ventured out to explore the landmarks of Silom, a district I had only recently become acquainted with through Gay Guides. My first stop was X-One Currency Exchange, known for its favorable rates and efficient service - a great Google review and I believe I had seen it mentioned here a few times. The process was quick, and I was impressed by the excellent English spoken by the staff, as well as the constant smiles and 'wai' bows that seemed to be a charming staple of Thai culture. With cash in hand, I began my exploration like an excited child, even snapping photos in broad daylight in front of the legendary Tawan Bar, Super Pussy, and Jupiter 2018 as if they were the Eiffel Tower, Christ the Redeemer, and Great Pyramids of Giza. My stroll along Silom Road was pleasant, noting the cleanliness and orderliness typical of an emerging market economy, although later encounters with carefree rats would add a different dimension to the experience later that evening. My next anticipated visit was to Arena Massage. Arriving in the early afternoon - again after another shower in the hotel - at a seemingly decrepit plaza, I initially doubted my choice. I seemed to have wandered on to the set of World War Z, a post-apocalyptic scene, until I spotted a welcoming wave from a fit, middle-aged man several stories above and the sight of the "Arena Massage for Men" banner reassured me: I had indeed arrived at my intended destination. As I ascended the steps of the plaza to enter Arena, I was immediately struck by the atmosphere — it was exactly as one poster had described: akin to a car mechanic's shop. The setting was raw and unrefined, with men resembling rugged brutes grunting and scowling at each other as they worked out in a gym setup reminiscent of a prison yard. This gritty ambiance and unhinged testosterone was making what the kids used to say… flood my basement. However, just as I was immersing myself in this prison/mechanic porn fantasy, I was pulled back to reality by the man who had been waving at me earlier. He reminded me of an elf from a video game, appearing suddenly to offer an urgent clue. He guided me to a leather seat and began explaining the various options available — the "menu," so to speak. Despite my extensive research on Gay Guides and a fair understanding of what to expect, I feigned surprise, cooing and oohing as he described the allure of the VIP room, and offer up a complimentary Coca-Cola. Then came the moment of the lineup — about five beefy guys, each exuding a mix of bravado and charm. They flexed, posed, smiled, smirked, and scowled, each trying to catch my attention. Despite being forewarned about the intensity of this moment, I found myself overwhelmed, my heart racing. In a desperate attempt to stall for time, I awkwardly asked the maître d', "They all look so great, who would you choose?" Amidst nervous laughter - I am sure with panic in my eyes, I finally settled on a light-skinned masseur who stood out as the quintessential model of muscular perfection, smiling and posing shirtless as if he were on the stage of Mr. Olympia. Abruptly the pageantry stopped like with a screeching proverbial record scratch, and the men went back to business scowling, lifting weights, dispassionately eating take out etc. With my mind still reeling from the selection process and my chosen masseur momentarily out of sight, my attention was inadvertently drawn to another striking masseur. He stood shirtless, his jeans precariously low exposing his fat ass and rippling abs, and he caught my gaze with a look that mingled bemusement and perhaps a hint of bitterness. He added to the tension by teasingly grabbing himself, then returned to his workout, his actions playfully taunting and reigniting a wave of panic within me. I found myself second-guessing my choice, wondering if I should awkwardly ask for a do-over and select this bad boy masseur over the one I had initially chosen, who exuded an angelic aura. However, before I could spiral further into this delirious rabbit hole, my Mr. Olympia reappeared and gestured for me to follow him upstairs. As he led the way, I noticed that he, too, appeared shorter than when he stood in the lineup. This realization of height disparity was becoming a recurring and somewhat amusing theme in my Bangkok experience. The VIP Room proved to be a wise choice. It featured a large bed and an en-suite shower, which I took advantage of before the session began. Mr. Olympia, following my lead, also headed for the shower, but surprisingly, he did so fully clothed. This peculiar behavior reignited my sense of panic. I began to question his shyness and wondered if he would return in those same frumpy pajamas I had encountered at Prime. Doubts about my choice resurfaced, and I found myself longing for the bad boy, knowingly, now taking residence in my head rent-free. However, my worries were soon put to rest when he returned to the massage bed, where I lay anxiously awaiting, fully nude. He appeared to be in his twenties, with flawlessly smooth skin and strikingly good looks. His massage technique was strong and proficient, albeit not exactly what I had anticipated for the session after Prime but steps above my Grindr connection. Nonetheless, as the hour progressed, the experience evolved into something more aligned with my expectations. He took his time giving me a wonderful blowjob and allowed me to rim and finger him until climax. I was a bit disappointed there was no sex - my goodness, I was getting greedy - but frankly, there was nothing to be disappointed about having a god-like man do the things we did to each other. Back to the shower and then to the lobby for more awkwardness as I paid 1900 baht, and the elf snatched the 100 baht change as his tip. I’m sure he caught my look of horror as I was too slow to snatch it myself. As I sauntered to the door to greet Mr Olympia one last time, I was reminded of the minimum tip of 1000 baht. I offered it up. Fumbling with the colorful money still not sure what it all meant and think was this $ 1000 US dollar in my ongoing exhausted joyride. I offered up the minimum tip with a swirl of elation and disappointment but soon regretted that and assured myself I would return and give him a bonus tip as it was an amazing massage experience – and perhaps a visit with that Bad Boy. — to be continued, Crazy Things At Night - the Pool Party, Siam Roads, Sauna Mania, Circus, DJ Station, GOD

Gentlemen, I have just returned from Bangkok. My gratitude goes out to all who shared invaluable tips and travel insights, which I studied intently in the month leading up to my journey. Before this, my knowledge of Bangkok was limited to what I had conjured in my imagination, fueled by the song “One Night In Bangkok” that I listened to on repeat as a youngster. As my 30th birthday approached, I desired an adventure, something wildly enjoyable. Impulsively, I bought a ticket to Bangkok, setting off to create an impromptu plan for my trip a month or so before departure. Now, back in the northwest USA, I find myself grappling with jetlag, a mix of sexual exhaustion, euphoria, and a surge of existential mania. I'm ready to contribute my own story to the esteemed Gay Guides message board. My hope is that future travelers will gain insight from my experiences – both the successes and the missteps – or perhaps the seasoned veterans will find amusement in the account of a newcomer navigating the renowned sex tourism capital of the world. Prologue I am not new to international travel or to the company of escorts, having indulged in both across various continents. However, my experiences had never extended to Asia, a region that has always intrigued me, particularly due to my interest in Asian men. The distance and cultural differences were daunting, but now, having immersed myself in this new environment, I regret not making the journey sooner. In short, I am shaken. Day 1 The anticipation for this trip had been building intensely, fueled by the erotic tales from this message board. I meticulously planned my itinerary, including visits to famed MB Bars and anticipated massage experiences. The flight itself was an endurance test — over 24 hours of a dehydrating, cramped, and stuffy journey, catapulting halfway across the globe through numerous time zones and across the dateline, leaving me questioning the very fabric of reality. Stepping off the plane, my senses were heightened, and I found myself admiring the uniformed army men and security personnel while navigating customs. My fascination with Asian men was now confirmed as “a thing”. Prior to my arrival, I had arranged for a Siam Pride Limo Taxi, thinking it necessary to bridge the language barrier in this foreign land. My Day 1 in Bangkok began late at 11:30 PM. To my relief, I soon discovered that most people I encountered spoke excellent English, and that transportation would be one of the easiest aspects of my trip. Yet, there was a certain excitement in being greeted at the airport by an attendant holding a sign with my name, and then being ushered into an aged black car with tinted windows, driven by a middle-aged, fit, and stoically silent driver — perfect. The drive from Suvarnabhumi Airport to my hotel was shrouded in darkness, exacerbated by the tinted windows of the car. The surrounding scenery gave off a melancholic and almost sinister aura, reminiscent of my experiences in São Paulo with its vacant skyscrapers, trash can fires, and eerie silence. But considering it was midnight and I had been awake for over 24 hours, my mind was on the brink of implosion. Upon arrival at the Ibis Styles Silom Hotel, the mood shifted dramatically. The hotel was bright, modern, and welcoming, staffed by two cheerful attendants who provided exceptional service in perfect English. I chose this hotel as it seemed relatively close to the action and was about $40/night a bargain bin price for a 3-star resort that I would take any day. However, the room itself was quite compact and only offered a view of the hotels busy looking atrium. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the site of its jewel box glass shower nestled conveniently next to the queen bed and private toilet tucked in a separate room. The designer knew what he was doing. It was now 3 AM, and I had been awake for more than 30 hours. Weary yet restless, I checked into my room and immediately logged onto Grindr. The display of muscular, toned, shirtless profiles on my screen was overwhelming. The flurry of messages from eager locals was like nothing I had experienced in other gay neighborhoods. Focused on my purpose, I zeroed in on a profile offering “Massage” services. After all, this was Bangkok, and I was here to immerse myself in the famed experiences the city had to offer. The masseur, a youthful-looking individual probably in his early twenties, boasted a fitness model's physique, which was evident from his popular Instagram account overflowing with followers. This online presence served as a form of validation for me, and I decided to accept his offer for a 2500 Baht outcall visit. The fact that he was just a block away added to the appeal, as I was eager to get a glimpse of the streets and residential life in this new land. He was available - NOW! In a flurry, I quickly freshened up and made my way to his apartment. Upon arrival, I noticed he was shorter than I had anticipated, yet his physique was strikingly chiseled, likely around 8% body fat. He had a pleasantly shy demeanor and his English, while not perfect, was more than adequate. He walked me to his spartan studio apartment and we stripped down. The massage itself was satisfactory — and playfully frisky. He had mentioned it body-to-body and full release. I did not expect much more than a rub and tug, but after about thirty minutes, he went to town, going down on me. Oh wow. Then came the 69. He allowed me to poke and probe his entire smooth and boyish body with my tongue as he ravaged my cock with his mouth. Very good! A climax for both of us. I tipped him 500 baht, completely forgetting what I learned from this board on how to handle such a custom, and at 5AM, I returned to the hotel with the confident knowledge that Bangkok is the greatest city on Earth.

Ibis Styles Silom is modern, and was fine but the rooms were small. No issue with guests. Furama had nice large rooms but a bit of a walk ~12min from the action but a pleasant walk or quick tuk tuk. Agree with poster about only going for the executive rooms but still very affordable.

Grab Premium was fine for me - just like Uber, very quick and efficient - totally digital/card.

I had a gay ol' time in South Africa's Cape Town, but unfortunately, the gayborhood's epic bathhouse - "Hot House," I believe is closed down. It was one of the sexiest bathhouses I'd ever visited, with African men across the continent there and ready to fuck - and perhaps drugged out of their gords. The spa has signs about no drugs all over the place, and I later learned why that may be the case. But until then, I connected with a beautiful man from Egyptian in his twenties, short and muscular fucked me like the Energizer Bunny for hours - it was incredible. After stalking a few tall, dark men, I was cornered by a muscular god of a man from Iraq. 6' bulging muscles and a shaved head. He was flirty, and we played around and made out passionately, but things quickly got awkward in the hot tub. After some play in the pool, he started looking drowsy and suddenly g'ed out on me while he was grinding on top of me. No one was around, and I was terrified he might slip off me and drown since he was definitely over 200lb, but thankfully, the water made him buoyant enough that I was able to balance him until security came in and screamed at us. Of course, I was not really in the position to just walk him out of the tub and into an ER, but thankfully the guards' dramatics did wake my sleeping beauty who was then unceremoniously kicked out—wild and unforgettable times. God bless Hot House.

Well my thought was the hottest clubs and massage parlors but that works too 😂. Wish me luck.

As I prepare for my inaugural voyage to Bangkok, I've taken the plunge and downloaded the "Line" app, which seems to be a staple for communication in Thailand. I'm excited to explore the naughtier side of things. Any suggestions on "must-have" contacts or groups I should add on Line? I've been trying to piece things together using the search bar but it's been somewhat of a chore. Thank you!

Oh my, I stepped away for a few days flying to 3 different cities, and didn't see this firestorm I set off about Berlin. I mentioned a "hot Chinese student living in Barcelona" because I was surprised to hook up with someone of that demographic in Berlin - I figured that the clubs would be 98% white and that was not the case. Nothing more or less to be said, haha - not a negative or positive inference, simply different than what what I expected. It was a diverse crowd and that was a good thing IMO. I've hooked up with men of all races and various nationalities and I am quite happy with that. 🫡

Good tip 💯

As for Revolver/Kit Kat Club, I had a great time albeit I was there for Gay Pride and the place was packed. It was mostly a traditional mega club experience but with quite a few dark room balconies and nooks and cranies for a lot of fun and hot guys. Saw some wild stuff I've never seen in a dark room like fisting and the like, which I am sure from the looks of nearby guests looking chill it may be a common occurrence I made good acquaintance with a hot Chinese college student living in Barcelona. I was surprised how much a melting pot Berlin was.