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Yes, it's 5000 baht, not yen. As for commuting distance, the father of a friend of mine in Japan was no longer wanted at his company, but they couldn't fire him. So instead, they transferred him to another branch 4 HOURS ONE WAY out of Tokyo. And so he commuted 8 hours every day for over 3 years! It was his way of saying 'fuck you' to the company.

15 minutes by Shinkansen, if you're in a hurry!

I think I've posted this before, but in case you missed it..... The girls in Soi Thaniya - the soi next to Patpong which caters exclusively for Japanese tourists - refer to their clients as 555. 5 inches, 5 minutes, 5000 yen!

The florid language in the video shows that it is AI. Perhaps you should wait until it appears on the BBC before you post.

+1 I have also written to CX south a similar complaint. I also hate mushrooms and was disappointed when the starter was mushroom soup and two of the main courses featured mushrooms! First world problem, I know, but CX really needs to rethink their menu.

Correct - sort of. French is my first language, as my mother is French and I grew up speaking French with her when I was young. 'Si' means yes, but only when you are contradicting a statement made in the negative. It's best translated as 'on the contrary'. Tu n'aimes pas le chocolate? You don't like chocolate? Si, je l'aime beacoup! On the contrary, I love it. BTW, Ms des Cars - director of the Louvre- pledged to establish no-parking perimeters in areas around the Louvre, upgrade the CCTV network and ask the interior ministry to set up a police station inside the museum. The $157,000,000 jewels were unguarded!!! The horse has bolted! Heads should roll!

Given the apparent lack of security at the Louvre, it's a wonder there's anything left! The stolen goods weren't even insured The French seem to have a cavalier attitude to the protection of its heritage. I was shocked to hear that Notre Dame didn't have a sprinkler system.

My 3 favourite sleaze bars in Pattaya were Eros, Krazy Dragon and Goodboys. I had lots of interesting chats with the guys and they often said they worked there because it was easy money. (This was particularly true of the guys in Goodboys who thought it was great getting paid to cum every night). After work they'd take their tips and go out together to eat and drink until the early hours. Apparently, they shared their money around, treating those who didn't earn much on the night. I often gave some money to some of the guys who weren't doing much business in the bar so they could go out later with their friends. My reward was always a big smile and a nice grope of the goods as they hugged me. 😂😂😂

I've just remembered that one of my first Pattaya regulars was a guy called Olay from Happy Boys. He was the only masculine guy working there at the time.

I visited it a few times, but the guys were too fem for me. However, I have a regular guy - I'll call him Tee - who took care of me over many trips to Pattaya. Tee lived in Chiang Mai. Being handsome, fit and hung like a donkey, he was getting all the sex he could handle, as the girls were throwing themselves at him. But he was stuck in a horrible job in which he cut timber in the forest and carted it to the factory. It was hard work for little money. Tee had a friend called Man, who in turn, knew a Chiang Mai guy who worked at Happy Boys. He contacted Man and suggested he come and work in the bar. Apparently, there was big money to be made. So Man and Tee decided to give it a go. Although Tee knew it was a gay bar, he didn't really understand what that actually meant. He was shocked when he saw the little skirt he had to wear, especially as it barely covered his cock and his butt was on full display. Being 100% straight, the last thing he wanted to do was show his butt. He managed to survive the first night but didn't like customers playing with his cock and he nearly lost it when one customer parted his butt cheeks to look at his butt hole. He decided he wanted out. But Man reminded him of how much money he had made in just one night - a sum he could never earn chopping down trees in the searing heat all day. He decided to stay and the rest is history. I met him after he started working in Eros. I offed Man, who had also switched to Eros, and was planning to off him again the next night. He wasn't particularly good looking, but he was a nice guy and, oh, that cock!! I could hardly get my hand around it. I was sitting in the Queens bar just down the street from Eros when I saw Man approaching. He was with a gorgeous guy - Tee. I went weak at the knees. They then walked into Eros. I quickly finished my drink and rushed to Eros to grab Tee, but he was already sitting with a customer. My heart sank! I spoke to the mama-san, who went and had a quiet word with the customer and asked if he was planning to off Tee. He wasn't! After the customer left I immediately had Tee sit with me. He we so polite and seemed rather shy. I asked if I could lift up his shirt and play with his cock. Without any hesitation and suddenly, no hint of shyness, he lifted his skirt and put my hand on his cock. I absolutely love feeling a big soft cock and large balls! I couldn't get my hand around it all. Imagine my delight as it quickly grew in my hand, What a monster! Hard as a rock! Back in the room he told me about Happy Boys and his he hated the job. Now he was used to it and was up for anything in the bar. Those who remember Eros know that wanking and sucking the guys, often behind a big pillow, was the norm. 'Tam gan', he would say. It's a job. Outside the bar, he was still the quiet, shy guy I first met. But in bed, he was a real tiger! 'Tam gan'!

And imagine how they felt, taking a lecture from a drunk, part -time fox TV host who leaked classified information which endangered the lives of servicemen and women, and a 3 time draft evader who called soldiers who gave their lives for the country 'losers'. It beggars belief!

My libido dropped dramatically when I started taking Tamsulosin (Flomax) for an enlarged prostate. To be honest, it turned out to be a bit of a relief. My life was no longer controlled, to a large extent, by constant horniness and the whims of my cock. I felt truly liberated. I have a couple of guys who take care of my 'needs' during the week and they started calling me, wondering why they hadn't heard from me. Feeling a bit sorry for them - I am the main source of their income - I had them come over (not together) and although I wasn't horny, I let them fuck me. I had no desire at all to return the favour. Things returned to normal fairly quickly, but I still miss those days.

There are AI apps which, apparently, can bring your old photos back to life. You take a photo of them on your phone and the app does the rest. I don't think they are free but the results I've seen online are incredible, if true.

I think it's very important to 'size someone up ' before going ahead. I love sizing them up in a dark corner of the bar; that way I know what I'm getting - I am always willing to pay be the inch! 😂 It also enables me to check for silicone or mooks.

I used to always stay at the Rose back in the early 2000s, and it was old even then! But it could still be an option for some, as it's close to the action and the pool is great. I wonder if those 3 women are still working there? I believe they were sisters. They were very accomodating regarding my visitors. On the odd occasion the guy did not have ID, they would interrogate him before deciding if I should take him to the room. If I returned to the hotel alone, they would ask : 'you don't have friend tonight?' Lol