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Yeah. Bangkok. Suvarnabhumi to Pattaya will be thb 1100 via Klook.

Same. I don't trust myself and my sense of direction after a long flight. But I pre-book taxi via Klook app and depending on car of your choice (i.e standard to more comfy SUV) , cost will be between 500 - 900 baht toll included.

Glad to hear you had a great session with Tongtong. I have several favourites at SSENSE but when it comes to scrub, I always choose him.

Thanks. Everything summed up to 4.7K including the tip I added the following morning. Amount not within my usual budget range but I decided to treat myself as it was my last night. And did I mention that he smiled at me?! 😂 😍🤪

Highlights, Lowlights, Rants, Raves and Reflections ✓Tawan – Still Finding Its Footing As much as it pains me, Tawan was a lowlight this time around. There are glimmers of the old charm I loved, but they seem to be struggling post-closure. Fingers crossed this is just a transitional phase! ✓Prince & SSENSE Reliable as ever. No complaints here—just solid, dependable fun. ✓Arena I’ve rekindled my love for Arena and found myself visiting more frequently than usual. Maybe it’s to compensate for the Tawan disappointment? Either way, it’s a win. ✓Good Boys Good Boys is becoming a personal favorite. If the rumors are true and they’re moving to Sol bar’s old space, that’s exciting! Their current roster deserves more room to shine. ✓Banana Banana is stepping up in showmanship, but they need more variety in their boy lineup. And please, can we have more frequent visibility? Performances can drag on while the boys disappear into the ether. ✓Jupiter – Surprise of the Trip Jupiter was a pleasant surprise! Maybe it’s a fluke or the low-season magic, but it really stood out this time. ✓Moonlight – Still zero offs from me Still haven’t offed anyone from Moonlight. Can’t put my finger on it, but the vibe just isn’t doing it for me. Maybe a dash of sleaze would help? Lol. ✓Hotmale – Entertaining Yet Predictable Hotmale is fun, but the lineup hasn’t changed much. It’s starting to feel a little too predictable. Still worth a visit. ✓Saphan Kwai Shops These shops are starting to claim a larger share of my trip funds—and I’m not mad about it. ✓Dreamboys My last two visits unfortunately was a lackluster experience . I’m hoping they can reignite the magic soon. The stage feels empty and performance is meh at best. Are they still imposing the "Thai only" policy? ✓Repeat Offs Lately, I’ve been gravitating toward reliability and consistency over variety. It’s a shift from my usual cravings for novelty. ✓Routine Setting In? This is my third trip report, and I’m noticing a lot of my experiences while personally satisfying, are becoming routinary. In some of my visits at Arena, SSENSE, Dreamboys—there’s nothing particularly new to report, so I’ve omitted some details. I’m considering switching up my reporting style next time—shorter, plus snappier. Don't want to bore you guys with my extended waffling about some random stuff. Lol. Let me know if this new approach will work! Till next time! 😃

I had to take out a small loan from the nearby Kasikorn Bank to afford him, but did I mention he was smiling!? Lol. Kidding aside, it was a few hundred baht more—nay, a thousand—than usual. But with the planets aligned and it being my last night, it would've been a shame not to celebrate such a rare occurrence. Agree. I think to some extent, fresh boys got the mix correct with boy performance and showcase neatly interspersed in between drag/lady boy numbers. I have to mention Hotmale as well but their boys do 100% of performance. Not that I'm complaining!

I'm so happy to be able to complete this trip report (albeit the delay) as promised! ------------------- Come evening, I decided to try my luck with a two-hour session at Prime Massage. Fortunately, I only had to wait about 10 minutes. They directed me to their other location, just a few steps away. This time, I was greeted by a particularly cute masseur. To avoid any unnecessary trouble, I took a cold shower beforehand—I had every intention of not getting myself banned from such a good massage spot. Lol. Dinner followed at Foodland, and that’s when I realized I haven’t visited Jupiter yet. Now, it’s not that I’m a fan of their boys sporting their 'constipated model' looks, but I always make it a point to spread the love by visiting each bar at least once during my trips. After dinner and some people-watching at my usual Starbucks (Montien), I made my way toward Jupiter, reminding myself that I have to choose between and invite either 7 or Nine afterwards. When I arrived, the show was just starting, and the models were parading around. To my utter surprise, I counted four or five of them actually making eye contact and giving me proper, engaging smiles. While some stuck to the 'constipated model' brief, these five melted my heart. I almost orgasmed on the spot! Lucky for me, three out of the five were "offable" by my standards. The show kicked off with an adorable guy singing Ed Sheeran and some R&B covers. I found him utterly charming, though not in a sexual, offable way. I called over a waiter and asked him to deliver my tip. Cutie singer smiled and waved, and I waved back. After his set, as he was leaving, he passed by, shook my hand, and flashed that cute smile again. I absentmindedly watched the rest of the show. By now, the place was packed, and the mamasans weren't pushing too hard to sell time with the boys—there wasn't even space to sit! Once the show ended and the crowd thinned out, the boys returned with their numbers pinned on, working the stage. I spotted two of my earlier smiling guys, still available, so I wasted no time summoning the first one to make eye contact again. His name is Sun. As his drink arrived, we started chatting, covering the usual questions. A mamasan tried to be "helpful" but with my experience at Screwboys, I politely smiled and said, “Thanks, but I’ve got it. Not my first time.” He promptly vanished and moved on to another table. With the vibe check going well, and all details sorted (time commitment, expectations, and finances), Sun and I left the club, grabbed some snacks from 7-11, and headed back to my hotel. The night—and the following morning—were great. We had a good laugh when he climaxed, unloading buckets. He shyly explained he hadn't been offed in a week, so it had been building up. As we lay cuddled together, I couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. Here I was, cuddling with a Jupiter boy! Quite the change from my original plan. And a first since ages ago! The last time I offed someone from Jupiter was when they were at their old location. Maybe the universe had a different plan for me for my last nit. Perhaps I need to open my mind a bit more about Jupiter on my next trip!

This was my second time with Nine on this trip, and my fourth overall. The experience was just as enjoyable as ever, though some of his stories and banter were starting to get a bit repetitive—like how he used to work in construction in Bangkok before switching to being a bar boy because it’s more fun and pays better. It can get a little monotonous, but the image of him as a construction worker always gives me a little thrill. Such a fantasy! When we arrived at the hotel, everything fell into place like clockwork. Nine put our 7-11 haul in the fridge while I started microwaving the snacks we bought. He even washed the cups and cutlery I’d been too lazy to clean before I left, which left me feeling a bit embarrassed but also giggling inside at how domesticated we seemed—like a couple. We had a lively conversation over drinks and snacks. When we eventually ran out of topics, Nine suggested we head to the shower, which I definitely didn’t decline. I took my time, savoring the moment and appreciating the fine-looking gentleman with me. It’s a shame the room didn’t have a bathtub! We continued our session on the bed, and afterward, we spent the rest of the night and early morning with him watching random stuff on his phone while I cuddled up next to him. Normally, I get annoyed when guys are glued to their phones during downtime, but this time it didn’t bother me at all. I enjoyed relaxing while he had his space, taking thoughtful breaks every now and then to smile and give me a quick kiss. I couldn’t complain. Nine left after breakfast, marking the start of my last full day before heading home. I’m playing it cool today, feeling quite satisfied with the “boy buffet” Bangkok has offered me this time around. I made a mental note to skip the bars and just choose between 7 or Nine for my final hurrah. With most of my stuff already packed and my shopping list completed (a rare feat!), I had a full afternoon and evening to enjoy. For my last boy massage of the trip, I headed to Prince Spa around 4 p.m. It wasn’t busy—there was a reasonable number of boys available, and the Papasan said more were on the way. I wasn’t complaining, though, because the current roster was already making it hard to choose. That’s when I spotted Boat, the guy I’d chosen last time and had a great time with. I wasn’t in the mood for risks, so I made the safe choice. “Nice to see you again,” Boat said as he led me to the room. One thing to note: the massage area is so dark, with only LED candles lighting the way. I’m always a little panicked, thinking I’ll bump into a wall while navigating the place. As expected, Boat didn’t disappoint. The intensity and passion he brought to the session surprised me, and I found myself reciprocating more than usual. Being at the end of my trip, my energy level was low, but his enthusiasm was contagious, and I felt my energy rise. I left feeling satisfied and made sure my tip reflected that. As I walked back to the hotel, I felt like I was floating from the amazing session. Last part to be continued.....

Somewhere around Sukhumvit/Nana Area. I vaguely remember panicking a bit that 7 might be taking me to a girly gogo bar! 😂

One great thing about "repeat offs" is that they eliminate much of the guesswork, allowing you to focus purely on enjoying the moment. Though, I must admit, not every repeat is a hit; some just don't sparkle as much the second time around. Since it was still fairly early, 7 and I headed to Starbucks Montien for a bit of relaxation and chit-chat. Bad move. After snapping a pic of his drink for social media, he seemed... bored. Apparently, there aren't many Surawong people-watching enthusiasts like me! As much as I wanted to unbox and appreciate this fine specimen, I wasn't quite ready to return to the hotel. So, I asked where he’d like to go. Unsurprisingly, his response was the classic, "up to you." Determined to stir things up, I pressed further. "If I were a friend, where would you take me for a fun night?" He got the hint, hailed a taxi, and we ended up at some random bar outside Silom. I can't recall the name, but thank heavens it wasn't an EDM club. The live band played a mix of Thai and English songs, and the vibe was delightfully chill. I genuinely enjoyed myself, and from his smile, I'd say he did too. Afterward, we were starving. We glanced around but nothing caught our eye, so we opted for a delivery via app on our taxi ride back. While waiting in the lobby for our food, he took more selfies—this guy loves the camera. Dinner was peaceful back in the room. He watched TV, while I simply lay there, admiring his beauty. An innocent shower together followed, and we settled in for a good night's sleep. (Okay, kidding. Horizontal calisthenics were obviously part of the deal.) The next morning, around 11am, he left, suggesting we hit another bar later. Tempting, but my trip was nearing its end. In the afternoon, I treated myself to a scrub and massage combo with Tongtong at SSENSE. Normally, I prefer more "legit" spas for scrubs, but after my first session with Tongtong three trips ago, it's now a must-do. Not only does he do a fantastic job, but he's easy on the eyes too. He's a bit reserved, but after four sessions, he's loosened up a bit. The rest of the afternoon was spent finishing up my shopping and packing my haul. By the time I was done, I was exhausted but determined not to let the night slip away. Playing it safe, I messaged Nine from Banana, who was more than happy to meet for a late 11pm dinner. I got a bit nervous when he mentioned he was still with a client, so I gave him 15 minutes before I’d move on to Plan B. Just as I was about to bail, in he walked, all smiles.

Sending good vibes your way! Here’s hoping your next Thailand trip is ten times the fun and packed with all the sexiness you missed out on this time around!

What’s great about Nine—and why he’s on my repeat-off list—is that he’s got this whole “straight buddy who’s unusually generous with his body” vibe going. Sure, his English is patchy, but he’s so friendly language barrier hardly matters and you almost forget you’re dealing with a bar boy. The whole experience is like hanging out with a mate where things eventually escalated to something sexy (now that is the fantasy!) So there I was, waking up wrapped around this absolute specimen, feeling like I’d won the lottery. Honestly, moments like these are what remind me why I fly all the way to Thailand. All the planning, the flights, the hassle—it all melts away when you wake up to that. After a morning session that nearly made us miss the hotel breakfast, Nine took off—but not before dropping the golden nugget that I could message him directly next time. No need to schlep into the bar—though, of course, I’d still need to pay the off fee. This was music to my ears because by this point in my trip, the bar scene had gone from fun to monotonous and predictable. Skipping the cover fee, the boy drinks, and the tips? Yes, please. And hey, the bar still gets its off fee, so it’s a win-win. Looking for some new inspiration, I scoured the forum and landed on Ganymede Spa. One glowing review from TotallyOz of a certain masseur had me sold, so I made contact. I sent a photo of the guy I was after, and the spa confirmed: Mr. Tony is available and ready. Thinking I was being clever, I grabbed a cheap taxi during off-peak hours. Big mistake. I entered the spa’s location—Pathumwan Resort—into the app, and it led us straight to a random empty lot one block away. Google Maps? Equally useless. My driver was all apologies, pointing frantically at the map, and I decided to just walk it. Asking him to reroute would’ve felt like wandering into a black hole of wasted time. Once I was inside the so-called “resort” (jury’s still out on why they call it that), I had a bit of trouble finding the spa. Turns out, the signage is barely there, and my internal GPS? Not exactly a feature. Tony was already waiting as I chatted with the staff about the packages. The one-hour standard was 700 baht, and they tried to upsell me on a B2B massage for an extra 200 or 300 baht. I passed, and they still filled Tony in on what I’d chosen. The spa was clean, but the communal bathroom was a bit of a downer. For the price, I was expecting a touch more luxury. To be fair, the bathroom did have that high-end look—marble floors and walls, very chic. Tony’s massage was more than decent, and the extras? Well, that forum recommendation didn’t steer me wrong. Tony surprised me with a B2B massage anyway, and who am I to say no to a free upgrade? He was passionate, attentive, and hit all the right spots—literally and figuratively. Oh, and I should mention: Tony is very easy on the eyes. After we were done, we lay there catching our breath, still locked in a pretty cozy embrace. He gestured for me to shower, which I reluctantly did—though I was in for another surprise when Tony followed me in. This wasn’t exactly a private bathroom situation, so it was unexpected but… I wasn’t mad about it. We took turns washing each other, which gave me more chances to admire his, uh, assets and sneak in a few cheeky extras. Needless to say, I made sure Tony’s tip reflected my enthusiastic appreciation for all the pleasant surprises. Feeling pretty pleased with myself, I took a leisurely stroll over to Platinum Mall, just a kilometer away. That’s when I had an epiphany: “Ganymede Spa + Platinum Mall” might just be my new favorite combo, like the way “Chatuchak + Saphan Kwai shops” has always been my go-to weekend pair. By nightfall, #7 from Good Boys shot me a Line message, asking when I’d be taking him off again. I asked what he wanted to do, and I got the classic "up to you" response. After some pressing, he admitted he was sleepy, bored, and just wanted to get out of the bar. A plan I could totally get behind. So, I rolled into Good Boys around 9 p.m. I had a quick chat with the mamasan while lounging on the couch outside, then asked if I could off #7 on the spot. A few minutes later, out came #7 in his street clothes, grinning from ear to ear.

Yay! Stoked to be corrected as Siam Heritage do have competitive rates from time to time.

To be on the safe side, your reservation should be for two. Some forum members mentioned that Siam Heritage is not joiner friendly?

True—after traveling 16+ hours to Bangkok, a 25-minute train ride really shouldn’t be that bad. But, when laziness kicks in, even the shortest trips can feel like a Himalayan trek! It’s all about perception. Walking to Prince, knowing there's a high probability of a great session waiting for you, suddenly doesn't feel like a chore at all. It’s like the universe is giving you that extra push!

Yup. Half empty but chugging it like it's full to the brim!

From experience, the only catch for me is the distance (assuming that Silom is the epicentre of our activities). The quality of experience is a bit comparable to Soi 6 massage meaning both can be a hit or miss - although your wallet will not cry as much from a lacklustre experience in Saphan Kwai and maybe you will end up with a few extra baht to spare and hop to another nearby shop and make another mistake!

I visited Ganymede last month and didn't see any glass "aquarium" - you have to pre-book your masseur. ☺️

I woke up feeling surprisingly energized after my solitary sleep. Last night’s kerfuffle at Fresh Boys wasn’t ideal, but the upside is that today, I’ve got a full tank of energy to make up for lost time. After brunch, I caught the free hotel shuttle to Saladaeng and got off at Siam station for a leisurely stroll and some visual treats. When I started to feel tired, I ducked into a random coffee shop and browsed through options in Saphan Kwai. 15M’s daily LINE messages and gallery have been particularly tempting lately, so I made an inquiry and eventually chose JJ. His photos are obviously touched up, but I’m hoping for better luck in person. I took the BTS towards Saphan Kwai, exited at number 3, and found the shop just a quick two-minute walk away. As I entered, I noticed several pairs of shoes by the stairwell, so I slipped off mine and headed upstairs. Even from afar, I could spot JJ, and to my satisfaction, his real-life appearance actually outshined his edited photos. After paying at the counter, JJ and I headed off to our temporary love nest. We engaged in the usual small talk—turns out he's from Myanmar. Based on my last few trips, it seems Burmese guys really do it for me. It makes me wonder: if Myanmar’s security situation improved, would it be worth a visit? Or have all the handsome guys already migrated to Thailand? JJ’s massage skills were average, but he was clearly putting in the effort. Thankfully, he switched things up pretty quickly, as the massage wasn’t adding much value. Once things got a bit more exciting, JJ really came into his own. As a "straight" top, he clearly knew what he was doing—unlike others who just go through the motions, often leading to discomfort or no pleasure at all. He offered to climax for an extra 1000, but I politely declined. We continued, taking turns pleasuring each other. At one point, he muttered something in panic, and I realized he couldn’t control himself and started cumming. We both laughed it off, and I threw in a little extra on top of his mandatory tip. That moment replayed in my head on the train ride back to the hotel, leaving me feeling somewhat triumphant and amused. Later that evening, my wanderings led me to Banana Bar. By the time I arrived, the show was already in full swing and the boys are somewhere unseen, so I asked the mamasan if Nine was available (another handsome Burmese guy I offed on my last trip—he’s the one with the gun tattoo on his torso). A few minutes later, Nine appeared, and we exchanged the usual pleasantries while watching the performance. This is where Banana Bar excels—the show is so captivating, though it does tend to overshadow the boys. Nine and I cuddled up while watching, with him sneaking in quick pecks now and then. He was clearly trying to secure an off and I let him play his game, knowing full well I’d be taking him with me anyway. After a while, he asked if I wanted him to come along with me. When I asked for what, he flashed a mischievous smile and said, “for happy happy.” Something about that sexy grin made me realize the show was no longer my main focus, and soon enough, Nine and I were heading back to my hotel.

1. Yes, totally possible. However in my case, mamasan still invited herself and joined our conversation. To be fair, there are Mamasans in Good boy, Hotmale and Banana that I have built good rapport with and more importantly, they know when to engage and when to remove themselves in the equation. 2. Maybe younger ones have the stamina to get back to the stage after an early off. I just can't imagine the logistics behind that. I mean, it was totally possible during the era when shows starts 8pm.

Yes - I think I was absentmindedly engaging with the mamasan and the information just spilled out. Looking back though, with almost all bars I went to, (Good Boy, Dreamboys, Hotmale, Banana) the mamasan is so active and vocal selling the LT experience. First time indeed I came across such refusal from mamasan as if he's the one I'm taking home with me 😂

I woke up to find 7’s arm and leg wrapped around me like a human pretzel, and I couldn’t help but smirk at my incredible luck from the night before. The warmth of his body and the comfort of the cuddle were tempting me to stay in bed all day. But alas, the real world called—I needed caffeine, and a quick check of work emails to ensure nothing urgent was demanding my attention. Thankfully, it seemed to be a slow workday, leaving me ample room to procrastinate and savour the morning. With my tasks temporarily sidelined, I turned my attention back to the gorgeous specimen sprawled out next to me. His cute face and tousled hair were just too adorable to ignore, so I indulged in a few moments of quiet admiration. My gaze must have been borderline obsessive because he eventually stirred, opened his eyes, and flashed me a smile. He motioned for me to come back to bed—a request so obvious, it was practically a silly not to comply. We dozed off for another blissful hour, until the sound of him rummaging in the bathroom brought me back to reality. After sorting ourselves out, we headed downstairs for breakfast. Similyto my previous time with T, I slipped into my role as unofficial photographer, snapping a picture of him with his buffet selections, which were, by the way, quite impressive. Back in the room, we settled into a relaxed morning, both of us engrossed in our own devices. I had my head comfortably resting on his lap. Around 11, he mentioned he needed to get going and asked what my plans were for the day. When I mentioned a trip to Platinum Mall, he asked if he could tag along. At first, I hesitated, thinking of the inevitable shopping spree, but then I figured—why not? A little extra retail therapy never hurt anyone, especially with charming company. After snagging two shirts for 150 baht each (it was a surprise on my part), it was time for our goodbyes. He asked me to send him a message later, and with that, we parted ways. Returning to my hotel, I realised I wasn't in the mood for my usual afternoon or early evening massage escapade. Honestly, two rounds with 7 had left me physically drained, in the best and most exhausting way possible. The guy could also kiss like it was an Olympic sport, and I was definitely still feeling the aftershocks. Instead of diving into another naughty massage session, I decided to change things up and headed over to Prime Massage. Perhaps it was the low season or just plain good luck, but I only had to wait 10 minutes for my 1.5-hour appointment. The massage was just what I needed—I walked out feeling like a new person, rejuvenated and ready to take on the night. I spent a few minutes at Starbucks, enjoying the people-watching scene while mentally mapping out my evening plans. When the time was ripe, I found myself heading towards Fresh Boys, ready to see what the night had in store. The place was packed to the rafters—so crowded that customers were practically sitting next to each other, leaving little to no room for the guys to join us from the stage. Clearly, this level of business amidst the low season got something to do with the sleaze and raunchiness of their show both in amount and intensity. Compared to other venues like Moonlight, which was more on the vanilla side (not that there’s anything wrong with that!), Fresh Boys didn’t hold back. When the show ended, the crowd thinned out, leaving a more manageable number of us behind. I quickly caught the eye of a cute guy and motioned for him to sit next to me. We started chatting, building that all-important rapport, and just when things were getting interesting and building towards an off, one of the mamasans decided to butt in. He tried to fast-track the negotiation, throwing out prices for a short time without even letting us finish our conversation. Must be my mistake that I mentioned I'm looking for long time as the mamasan suddenly huffed and puffed and kept pushing, insisting that nobody does long time anymore. My guy looked annoyed, and so was I, so I decided to pull the plug on the whole thing. I handed my guy a pink bill as a gesture of goodwill and said I wasn’t interested after all. Then, in a move that left me almost speechless, the mamasan had the audacity to stick out his hand and ask for a "tip for mama". I stared at him in disbelief before flatly saying, “No,” and turned back to my drink. After the mamasan finally left, the guy apologised, calling him crazy. I felt for him, so I handed him another pink bill, settled my tab, and made my exit. Not wanting to let this little fiasco ruin my night, I sent a message to my African guy as I walked back to the hotel. Luck was on my side—he was available, and we agreed to meet up. So, in the end, it wasn’t a wasted night at all!

I haven't tried this in Thailand but in other countries I visited alone - there are apps where you can meet locals to spend time and show you around. A couple apps I know: - WithLocals - ShowAround Some offer their time for free while others charge an hourly rate. In my case, catching up with mates back home and creating new connections with locals and navigating a city with that new perspective helps with travel boredom/exhaustion/ loneliness.

After a successful venture at Arena, I spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening recharging with a good snooze and a glass of wine. However, when the temptation to get out and about became unbearable, I marched towards Surawong for a foot massage and to indulge in my favorite sport—people-watching. Around half past nine, I made my way to Good Boy. Perfect timing, as a few customers were already inside, sparing me the awkwardness of having everyone on stage vying for my attention. Scanning the room, I noticed that both 7 and 42 were present tonight. Now, it was just a matter of making the right choice between the two. As soon as the Papasan saw me, he promptly sat next to me, and we engaged in our usual chitchat. Interestingly, this is the only bar where I’ve ever been asked if I’ve had dinner! While still wavering between 7 and 42, 7 caught my eye and grinned mischievously, making my heart flutter just enough to summon him to sit beside me. 7 is from Laos, and his English isn’t the best, considering he only started working in bars this past April. But there's something so engaging about his persona that the language barrier hardly mattered. Either that, or he’s so good-looking that I was just giddy having him next to me. As the show began, we continued our conversation using a translator app. Oddly, the app kept translating "Top" as "complainer," which we both found amusing. I shrugged it off, and we agreed to let him “complain” on me tonight—and maybe tomorrow morning too. After 7 went to get dressed, I watched the show, eagerly awaiting Mai's performance. He’s such a handsome lad, and I would’ve "offed" him if given the chance. Unfortunately, I was told he’s not offable, as his partner works at the bar manning the counter. After Mai's performance, 7 and I headed out to the street. I asked where he wanted to eat, and he gave the standard "up to you." We took a taxi back to the hotel, and once in the room, I handed him my phone and asked him to order food for both of us. We showered together, and just as we finished, our food arrived—perfect timing. After dinner, I handed him the TV remote, offering him the chance to watch something. We cuddled up for a good half-hour before he shyly suggested going to bed—a suggestion I didn’t resist. In bed, he turned out to be a surprisingly passionate kisser. He took his time before "complaining" on me, which I thoroughly enjoyed. After we cleaned up, we stayed up chatting, watching silly videos on his phone, laughing together, and looking at photos of his family. We fell asleep cuddling, with me wearing a huge grin. Lucky 7, indeed!

After a leisurely breakfast, I found myself in the mood for some shopping. Two tempting options quickly came to mind: 1. Chatuchak Weekend Market with a side trip to a Saphan Kwai massage shop. 2. Platinum Mall with a pitstop at Arena Massage on the way back. Just the memory of navigating Chatuchak's maze-like alleys in sweltering heat was enough to steer me towards the air-conditioned comfort of Platinum Mall. The massage guys at Saphan Kwai could wait. As I stepped out of the hotel, the cute doorman greeted me with his big smile. I pointed to the shuttle and asked when it was leaving. "Now, I can take you," he replied. I giggled internally and reminded myself to behave—this hotel is quickly becoming a favorite, and I don’t want to risk getting banned! I may have mentioned this before—while hardcore bargain hunters might argue that Pratunam Market across the road is the real deal, I prefer to pay a bit more for the convenience of air-conditioning and the peace of mind that I won’t be run over by vehicles, food carts, or the bustling crowds. One perk of Pratunam Market, though, is the people-watching—especially the shirtless local guys marching back and forth, carrying goods three times their size. After a quick shopping spree, I took a taxi to Silom Plaza. The traffic was surprisingly cooperative, but that meant I arrived at Arena Massage way too early, with slim pickings in the masseur department. I asked the Papasan for advice, and he suggested coming back around 4 PM. So, I strolled around Maha Nakhon in search of a quick afternoon bite. When I returned, the selection had dramatically improved, leaving me torn between three appealing options! The Papasan did his best to upsell me to a deluxe room, highlighting perks like free coffee and snacks for just 300 baht more. I declined, preferring to give that extra baht to the masseur as a reward for good service. Besides, the irony of a "deluxe" room in a building that wouldn't pass a building code inspection back home wasn’t lost on me. After making my choice, the masseur, Pon, graciously offered to carry my shopping bags and escorted me upstairs. Pon introduced himself, directed me to the shower, and said he'd return in a few minutes. I hinted that I’d rather wait for him, and he got the message—we ended up showering together both before and after the massage. I can't help but chuckle every time I see those ketchup bottle dispensers being used for body wash and shampoo. It's funny yet clever. Oh, and the room I was in had a Hello Kitty wall clock—not exactly what you want to be staring while getting serviced. As for the massage itself, it wasn't anything to write home about, but the cheeky extras were quite remarkable. Before leaving, I scanned the reception area one last time and confirmed—the roster had indeed improved significantly! I stepped out of Arena quite satisfied, happily walking back to the hotel while planning my next visit to Good Boys tonight, with hopes of meeting #7 or #42.