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I can't even be sure if this is true or not; it was sent to me by a friend who said he saw it on the web. If it is true, and there really is a place like this, it is probably on Patpong road; the incredible ladyboy fuck show I saw was down there, and anything goes around that area. This post is very long, and again, I am not taking credit for this and as far as I know the author is ANON....
" I have a friend called Bob. Actually his name isn't
Bob but it wouldn't be right to mention his real name
considering that (a) he's my friend and (b) I'm about
to reveal a side to his nature that he probably
wouldn't thank me for making public.
See, my friend Bob has a very good job with a large
electrical company in Bangkok. He likes his job and
does it well. He gets paid a lot of money for what he
does and he likes to feel free to spend that money by
pursuing individuals of a somewhat confused sexual
identity.
"The thing I love about this town," Said Bob once over
a plate of fried eggs and ham claiming to be bacon,
"is that while it is no paradise I can't think of
another place where you can sit somewhere, out in the
open, having a beer while being diddled under the
table by a bunch of ladyboys."
Now. I should say this about Bob. To all outward
appearances he is the most normal guy you could meet.
In his late forties he has an ex wife and two
delightful children and he sends his alimony and child
maintenance back home every month regular as
clockwork. He's a huge bear of a guy. Gentle as a
lamb. Heart as big as a whale. And yet at some point
he became Casanova bait. Not just bi-curious but
obsessively and exclusively a purveyer of transexuals.
Obviously some would say "good on him." Others would
say "Why not just go for men." Others still would
probably sit judging him as some unholy perverse
fiend. I couldn't give a fuck. He's a friend and a
good guy. Consenting adults and all that. But, being a
prurient motherfucker I could never help asking Bob
"Why ?"
"It's one of those things I couldn't explain. It's
complicated. They aren't men, but they're close enough
to men to know what makes a man feel good. They aren't
women, but the best of them look as beautiful as the
finest women. And then, there's that little something
extra."
It was that little something extra that bothered me.
Call me a homophobic but I just didn't like the idea
of getting close to someone else's something extra.
It's funny. I never think of myself as an intolerent
man but on this one night I had my own prejudices held
up to me in a stark mirror.
We were out on the town. Not just me and Bob. There
were about five of us. Barhopping drinking. Talking
shit and chatting up hookers. The other three fell
away. Got caught up in their own private little
pursuits of happiness. So it ended with me and Bob
sitting in the Thermae.
As usual there was the odd late night scuffle between
lionesses trying to feed of the same wounded antelope.
There were women who sat and fixed you with stares of
intent. Little raised eyebrow invitations. Flat out
whores bumping into you and having a go at your
pockets.
"You gotta love it here." I said.
"Yeah. Bit short on my type but it's always been a
spirited little venue." Said Bob.
"What sort of a place would you go if you were on your
own ?"
Bob smiled. "It would scare the shit out of you."
"Take me there man." I said. "I'm sure I can take care
of myself."
"You serious."
"Yes. I'm serious. The name's Turk Fist. You really
think I'm scared of a few trannies."
"Okay. I'll take you somewhere. But you know the
score."
"Hey. How long have we known each other ? How long
have I been in Bangkok. I know how to talk around
ladyboys. Don't call anyone a bloke and don't say
anything bad about Madonna."
"Okay. I'll take you. But bear in mind. You're about
to take a trip through the looking glass. This isn't
popping into Casanova's for a laugh."
"I understand. I understand."
So we drunk up and paid up. Hell. Maybe I was
suspiciously eager to see this place. I wasn't too
bothered. Whenever anyone talks about taking me
through the looking glass I find it hard to refuse.
We grabbed a tuk tuk outside the Thermae and Bob tried
giving directions to the driver. He gave up after a
minute saying this particular driver was hopeless. We
got in a second tuk tuk and the driver simply nodded
in a noncommital non-judgmental way. I caught his eye
a couple of times in the rear view mirror and thought
"This driver is sitting there thinking that I am a
homosexual." But then who gave a fuck right ? What
does it matter what anyone thinks.
We kept on driving for some time and crossed the
river. Bob had a wee smile at the corner of his lips
like he was plotting something. Visions of being
gangbanged by sheboys came to mind but I knew that
these were just paranoid flights of fantasy. Bob was a
good guy.
We finally pulled up at a small place with Chinese
writing and red lanterns in the window. The "lady" on
the door was wearing a scarlet dress with a high neck
that went all the way down to her Dorothy style
sparkly red shoes. She smiled a pretty smile and
gestured us in.
A slim man wearing eyeshadow and rouged lips smiled as
he recognised Bob. Bob handed him a couple of bills
and the man bowed. Catching my eye the man blew me a
kiss. Yep. I was on the other side of the looking
glass.
Stepping inside the room was surprisingly large. It
was like a big restaurant where there'd been a power
cut so the only lighting was candles on each table.
The tables were in a large semi circle so that every
chair was facing a stage. The stage was in darkness as
a pretty katoey ushered us to a free table. I took a
swift glance around the room. The place was near full
but I only spotted on other westerner. The rest looked
Taiwanese, Korean, Japanese, a few Thais but not many.
Most men were accompanied by "women". Some of the
women seemed topless.
Bob ordered drinks and suddenly a pin spot light
opened on the stage picking out a white face of a
woman who was clearly not a woman. Japanese music
filled the bar as the spot opened wider upon the
katoey in the centre of the stage. She was naked
though the vital areas were obscured by a sparkly
silver chain. She looked like a glamour prisoner in a
glamour prison cell. There were three other women/men
on the stage. Each of the others were wearing outfits
of female prison warders except with short skirts and
suspender. Each of them had golden whips. If you could
imagine the campest camp thing to ever be paraded on
Liberace's World of Camp this would still exceed it.
The show started proper as the naked chained woman (to
save time I'll say woman though her tiny dick was soon
on show) was being pulled this way and that and
eventually place over a kind of rack where she was
whipped mercilessly with incredibly overstated whip
sound effects. This led into the sex show part of the
show with each of the female guards pulling out
surprisingly large dicks and going to work on the
prisoner in turns on her in every way you can imagine.
This sex show went on for about twenty minutes and
ended with every member of the cast taking a bow. This
was followed by a general kind of katoey fuckathon
with katoeys doing katoeys and men doing katoeys and
katoeys doing men. All the performers were Thai or
looked Thai.
"So this is the kind of place you hang out ?"
Bob smiled. "Not all the time but I have a special
friend here."
"Special friend. I didn't know you had any special
friends."
Soon we were joined by one of the guards from the
show. She had a pretty face though there was so much
make up on the face that it would be impossible to
know what she really looked like. She kissed Bob on
the lips and I couldn't quite forget that this
particular "girl" had just been fucking another "girl"
with a penis that was significantly larger than my
own. It was all slightly dispiriting.
After a very brief tongue injected kiss Bob said to me
"This is Sawannii" Then he said to Sawannii "This is
my very good friend Turk."
Sawannii offered me her hand which I shook. It was a
soft and soapy handshake much more excessively
feminine than any woman would give. "I'm very pleased
to meet you Turk." She held my gaze for a few seconds
too long as if examining me for any glimmer of desire.
Then she leant forward into Bob and whispered
something into his ear.
Bob nodded and Sawannii was off.
"Sawannii wants to introduce you to a friend." Said
Bob.
"A friend ?"
"A new girl. From China."
"Er. Bob. You know how I was saying I was cool about
all this and I wasn't scared of a few trannies."
"Hey Turk. Trust me. I'm your friend. Do you think I
would let anything bad happen to you."
I laughed. But, my friends, I have to confess, the
discomfort was rising in me. I took a sip of my drink
and I couldn't stop thinking about Rohypnol.
Sawannii returned accompanied by one of the most
staggeringly beautiful women I had ever seen in my
life. "This is Ming." She said.
Ming was whiter than snow. Her face was like a
combination of the most beautiful Italian actress ever
to grace the screen and the most beautiful Chinese
actress ever to grace the screen. Her pale skin looked
unblemished and untouched by the usual caking make-up.
She smiled and small dimples formed in her cheeks. Her
dress was silver and sparkly and it hung over breasts
that looked like perfect white domes tipped with
cherry nipples.
My stomach sank. Ming came and sat next to me.
"She doesn't speak much English" Said Sawannii. "Maybe
you have to speak with your hands." She laughed and
translated this into Mandarin for Ming.
Ming looked in my eyes and I looked in hers. I wanted
to look away but - There was no fucking way this was a
man. No fucking way. I just felt this terrible surge
of desire for her. She was the kind of girl who, if
she had been a girl, would have made even the lowest
barhopping whorefucker settle down. She was like a
jewel. She pointed at my face made some kind of
gesture and gave me the thumbs up. I smiled. I didn't
know what to say. I just felt confused and
embarrassed. I sat stealing glances at her, trying to
see a bit of shaving rash, trying to see the join.
She spoke across me and Bob to Sawannii in Mandarin.
Her voice was lightly husky but it didn't have the
usual male scratchiness of katoeys.
"She like you." Said Sawannii to me. "She say she want
to talk with you but she very sorry. She want go to
room with you."
I smiled. Damn. I wanted to go to a room with her too.
But she wasn't a her. This was Bob's through the
looking glass house of katoeys. Maybe, like Bob, I was
actually a borderline katoey fucker. Maybe this was
how it started. You met that one girl who was so
beautiful you just didn't care. Then you discovered
that there was that little big of gay in you after
all.
Bob paid the bill. He not only paid the bill. He
barfined both Sawannii and Ming. I guessed he could
afford it. We all walked out into the night and Ming
took my hand. It felt good to hold her hand walking
along the street in this part of town I didn't know at
all. I looked at her. She looked back at me and
laughed.
She said something across me to Sawannii. Sawannii
laughed. "She say you look like a frightened rabbit."
I laughed. But it wasn't a real laugh. I felt sick
inside. Ming looked at me sidelong on. Her small eyes
and full lipped dimpled smile breaking straight
through to my chest. Bob was showing me that things
were not as cut and dried as I thought. "Fuck it." I
thought. So I'm queer. So what ? Oscar Wilde was
queer. Leonardo Da Vinci was queer. Being queer wasn't
such a bad thing was it ? I mean. This was the 21st
century right ? Things like that didn't matter any
more. Okay there was AIDS but there were condoms. And
then I suddenly saw her in my minds eye. I saw Ming
and thought of her with one of those great big dicks
like Sawannii. No. I wasn't queer. And as beautiful as
she might be how would I feel waking up next to her
when the stubble was growing on her chin and I had a
curious painful sensation in the arsehole.
A taxi-meter appeared on the horizon and Bob caught
it. We all piled in and wound up at Bob's place.
We got drunk. News at Eleven. Bob started showing
Sawannii how to waltz. Ming showed me how to waltz.
She was leading. I thought of Joe E Ross and Jack
Lemmon doing the tango in Some Like It Hot.
Eventually we were all finding it harder and harder to
stand up and ended up falling on the floor. I ended up
falling on to one of Bob's large collection of bean
bags. Ming fell on top of me. I felt her soft chest
against mine as her beautiful eyes met mine. She moved
up slightly and kissed me on the lips. There were
tongues. It did not feel like kissing a guy. It really
didn't. But then I didn't know what kissing a guy felt
like. Hell. Maybe there wasn't a difference. I held
her and snogged her for a while. For a while it didn't
bother me. Maybe my inhibitions were down. Maybe it
was the drink.
I pulled back. I looked across at Bob. Bob was really
going for it with Sawannii.
"I'm sorry." I said. "I have to go."
Bob pulled up, lipstick smeared across his chin, "What
?" He said.
"My wife. It's my wife. I can't do this to her."
Bob knew I didn't have a wife. "Yes. Of course. I
understand." He said. He explained to Sawannii in
Thai. Sawannii explained to Ming in Mandarin. It was
like a slow delayed UN conference. Ming looked at me
and, I swear, tears appeared in her eyes.
I said sorry and kissed her on the forehead before
buggering off into the night.
Of course once the situation was behing me I felt
relieved. That was how close I came to turning queer,
I thought to myself. That fucking close.
I saw Bob a couple of days later. "I have to say," I
said, "That was really mean."
"What was."
"That was the most convincing katoey I've ever seen in
my life. I tell you what. You almost had me there."
"What. You mean Sawannii. She is a looker."
"Not Sawannii. That little Chinese girl. She was
stunning."
"She wasn't a katoey."
"What ?"
"You think I'd set you up with a katoey ? You don't
like katoeys. You thought she was a katoey ?"
"Well. I mean. It crossed my mind. Wasn't that bar all
katoeys ?"
Bob laughed "They cater to all tastes. Wait til I tell
Sawannii."
"I wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings."
"You liked her but you turned her down because you
thought she was a bloke."
"Am I a cunt Bob."
"Yes Turk. You may just be the stupidest cunt in
town."
"Thanks Bob."
" I have a friend called Bob. Actually his name isn't
Bob but it wouldn't be right to mention his real name
considering that (a) he's my friend and (b) I'm about
to reveal a side to his nature that he probably
wouldn't thank me for making public.
See, my friend Bob has a very good job with a large
electrical company in Bangkok. He likes his job and
does it well. He gets paid a lot of money for what he
does and he likes to feel free to spend that money by
pursuing individuals of a somewhat confused sexual
identity.
"The thing I love about this town," Said Bob once over
a plate of fried eggs and ham claiming to be bacon,
"is that while it is no paradise I can't think of
another place where you can sit somewhere, out in the
open, having a beer while being diddled under the
table by a bunch of ladyboys."
Now. I should say this about Bob. To all outward
appearances he is the most normal guy you could meet.
In his late forties he has an ex wife and two
delightful children and he sends his alimony and child
maintenance back home every month regular as
clockwork. He's a huge bear of a guy. Gentle as a
lamb. Heart as big as a whale. And yet at some point
he became Casanova bait. Not just bi-curious but
obsessively and exclusively a purveyer of transexuals.
Obviously some would say "good on him." Others would
say "Why not just go for men." Others still would
probably sit judging him as some unholy perverse
fiend. I couldn't give a fuck. He's a friend and a
good guy. Consenting adults and all that. But, being a
prurient motherfucker I could never help asking Bob
"Why ?"
"It's one of those things I couldn't explain. It's
complicated. They aren't men, but they're close enough
to men to know what makes a man feel good. They aren't
women, but the best of them look as beautiful as the
finest women. And then, there's that little something
extra."
It was that little something extra that bothered me.
Call me a homophobic but I just didn't like the idea
of getting close to someone else's something extra.
It's funny. I never think of myself as an intolerent
man but on this one night I had my own prejudices held
up to me in a stark mirror.
We were out on the town. Not just me and Bob. There
were about five of us. Barhopping drinking. Talking
shit and chatting up hookers. The other three fell
away. Got caught up in their own private little
pursuits of happiness. So it ended with me and Bob
sitting in the Thermae.
As usual there was the odd late night scuffle between
lionesses trying to feed of the same wounded antelope.
There were women who sat and fixed you with stares of
intent. Little raised eyebrow invitations. Flat out
whores bumping into you and having a go at your
pockets.
"You gotta love it here." I said.
"Yeah. Bit short on my type but it's always been a
spirited little venue." Said Bob.
"What sort of a place would you go if you were on your
own ?"
Bob smiled. "It would scare the shit out of you."
"Take me there man." I said. "I'm sure I can take care
of myself."
"You serious."
"Yes. I'm serious. The name's Turk Fist. You really
think I'm scared of a few trannies."
"Okay. I'll take you somewhere. But you know the
score."
"Hey. How long have we known each other ? How long
have I been in Bangkok. I know how to talk around
ladyboys. Don't call anyone a bloke and don't say
anything bad about Madonna."
"Okay. I'll take you. But bear in mind. You're about
to take a trip through the looking glass. This isn't
popping into Casanova's for a laugh."
"I understand. I understand."
So we drunk up and paid up. Hell. Maybe I was
suspiciously eager to see this place. I wasn't too
bothered. Whenever anyone talks about taking me
through the looking glass I find it hard to refuse.
We grabbed a tuk tuk outside the Thermae and Bob tried
giving directions to the driver. He gave up after a
minute saying this particular driver was hopeless. We
got in a second tuk tuk and the driver simply nodded
in a noncommital non-judgmental way. I caught his eye
a couple of times in the rear view mirror and thought
"This driver is sitting there thinking that I am a
homosexual." But then who gave a fuck right ? What
does it matter what anyone thinks.
We kept on driving for some time and crossed the
river. Bob had a wee smile at the corner of his lips
like he was plotting something. Visions of being
gangbanged by sheboys came to mind but I knew that
these were just paranoid flights of fantasy. Bob was a
good guy.
We finally pulled up at a small place with Chinese
writing and red lanterns in the window. The "lady" on
the door was wearing a scarlet dress with a high neck
that went all the way down to her Dorothy style
sparkly red shoes. She smiled a pretty smile and
gestured us in.
A slim man wearing eyeshadow and rouged lips smiled as
he recognised Bob. Bob handed him a couple of bills
and the man bowed. Catching my eye the man blew me a
kiss. Yep. I was on the other side of the looking
glass.
Stepping inside the room was surprisingly large. It
was like a big restaurant where there'd been a power
cut so the only lighting was candles on each table.
The tables were in a large semi circle so that every
chair was facing a stage. The stage was in darkness as
a pretty katoey ushered us to a free table. I took a
swift glance around the room. The place was near full
but I only spotted on other westerner. The rest looked
Taiwanese, Korean, Japanese, a few Thais but not many.
Most men were accompanied by "women". Some of the
women seemed topless.
Bob ordered drinks and suddenly a pin spot light
opened on the stage picking out a white face of a
woman who was clearly not a woman. Japanese music
filled the bar as the spot opened wider upon the
katoey in the centre of the stage. She was naked
though the vital areas were obscured by a sparkly
silver chain. She looked like a glamour prisoner in a
glamour prison cell. There were three other women/men
on the stage. Each of the others were wearing outfits
of female prison warders except with short skirts and
suspender. Each of them had golden whips. If you could
imagine the campest camp thing to ever be paraded on
Liberace's World of Camp this would still exceed it.
The show started proper as the naked chained woman (to
save time I'll say woman though her tiny dick was soon
on show) was being pulled this way and that and
eventually place over a kind of rack where she was
whipped mercilessly with incredibly overstated whip
sound effects. This led into the sex show part of the
show with each of the female guards pulling out
surprisingly large dicks and going to work on the
prisoner in turns on her in every way you can imagine.
This sex show went on for about twenty minutes and
ended with every member of the cast taking a bow. This
was followed by a general kind of katoey fuckathon
with katoeys doing katoeys and men doing katoeys and
katoeys doing men. All the performers were Thai or
looked Thai.
"So this is the kind of place you hang out ?"
Bob smiled. "Not all the time but I have a special
friend here."
"Special friend. I didn't know you had any special
friends."
Soon we were joined by one of the guards from the
show. She had a pretty face though there was so much
make up on the face that it would be impossible to
know what she really looked like. She kissed Bob on
the lips and I couldn't quite forget that this
particular "girl" had just been fucking another "girl"
with a penis that was significantly larger than my
own. It was all slightly dispiriting.
After a very brief tongue injected kiss Bob said to me
"This is Sawannii" Then he said to Sawannii "This is
my very good friend Turk."
Sawannii offered me her hand which I shook. It was a
soft and soapy handshake much more excessively
feminine than any woman would give. "I'm very pleased
to meet you Turk." She held my gaze for a few seconds
too long as if examining me for any glimmer of desire.
Then she leant forward into Bob and whispered
something into his ear.
Bob nodded and Sawannii was off.
"Sawannii wants to introduce you to a friend." Said
Bob.
"A friend ?"
"A new girl. From China."
"Er. Bob. You know how I was saying I was cool about
all this and I wasn't scared of a few trannies."
"Hey Turk. Trust me. I'm your friend. Do you think I
would let anything bad happen to you."
I laughed. But, my friends, I have to confess, the
discomfort was rising in me. I took a sip of my drink
and I couldn't stop thinking about Rohypnol.
Sawannii returned accompanied by one of the most
staggeringly beautiful women I had ever seen in my
life. "This is Ming." She said.
Ming was whiter than snow. Her face was like a
combination of the most beautiful Italian actress ever
to grace the screen and the most beautiful Chinese
actress ever to grace the screen. Her pale skin looked
unblemished and untouched by the usual caking make-up.
She smiled and small dimples formed in her cheeks. Her
dress was silver and sparkly and it hung over breasts
that looked like perfect white domes tipped with
cherry nipples.
My stomach sank. Ming came and sat next to me.
"She doesn't speak much English" Said Sawannii. "Maybe
you have to speak with your hands." She laughed and
translated this into Mandarin for Ming.
Ming looked in my eyes and I looked in hers. I wanted
to look away but - There was no fucking way this was a
man. No fucking way. I just felt this terrible surge
of desire for her. She was the kind of girl who, if
she had been a girl, would have made even the lowest
barhopping whorefucker settle down. She was like a
jewel. She pointed at my face made some kind of
gesture and gave me the thumbs up. I smiled. I didn't
know what to say. I just felt confused and
embarrassed. I sat stealing glances at her, trying to
see a bit of shaving rash, trying to see the join.
She spoke across me and Bob to Sawannii in Mandarin.
Her voice was lightly husky but it didn't have the
usual male scratchiness of katoeys.
"She like you." Said Sawannii to me. "She say she want
to talk with you but she very sorry. She want go to
room with you."
I smiled. Damn. I wanted to go to a room with her too.
But she wasn't a her. This was Bob's through the
looking glass house of katoeys. Maybe, like Bob, I was
actually a borderline katoey fucker. Maybe this was
how it started. You met that one girl who was so
beautiful you just didn't care. Then you discovered
that there was that little big of gay in you after
all.
Bob paid the bill. He not only paid the bill. He
barfined both Sawannii and Ming. I guessed he could
afford it. We all walked out into the night and Ming
took my hand. It felt good to hold her hand walking
along the street in this part of town I didn't know at
all. I looked at her. She looked back at me and
laughed.
She said something across me to Sawannii. Sawannii
laughed. "She say you look like a frightened rabbit."
I laughed. But it wasn't a real laugh. I felt sick
inside. Ming looked at me sidelong on. Her small eyes
and full lipped dimpled smile breaking straight
through to my chest. Bob was showing me that things
were not as cut and dried as I thought. "Fuck it." I
thought. So I'm queer. So what ? Oscar Wilde was
queer. Leonardo Da Vinci was queer. Being queer wasn't
such a bad thing was it ? I mean. This was the 21st
century right ? Things like that didn't matter any
more. Okay there was AIDS but there were condoms. And
then I suddenly saw her in my minds eye. I saw Ming
and thought of her with one of those great big dicks
like Sawannii. No. I wasn't queer. And as beautiful as
she might be how would I feel waking up next to her
when the stubble was growing on her chin and I had a
curious painful sensation in the arsehole.
A taxi-meter appeared on the horizon and Bob caught
it. We all piled in and wound up at Bob's place.
We got drunk. News at Eleven. Bob started showing
Sawannii how to waltz. Ming showed me how to waltz.
She was leading. I thought of Joe E Ross and Jack
Lemmon doing the tango in Some Like It Hot.
Eventually we were all finding it harder and harder to
stand up and ended up falling on the floor. I ended up
falling on to one of Bob's large collection of bean
bags. Ming fell on top of me. I felt her soft chest
against mine as her beautiful eyes met mine. She moved
up slightly and kissed me on the lips. There were
tongues. It did not feel like kissing a guy. It really
didn't. But then I didn't know what kissing a guy felt
like. Hell. Maybe there wasn't a difference. I held
her and snogged her for a while. For a while it didn't
bother me. Maybe my inhibitions were down. Maybe it
was the drink.
I pulled back. I looked across at Bob. Bob was really
going for it with Sawannii.
"I'm sorry." I said. "I have to go."
Bob pulled up, lipstick smeared across his chin, "What
?" He said.
"My wife. It's my wife. I can't do this to her."
Bob knew I didn't have a wife. "Yes. Of course. I
understand." He said. He explained to Sawannii in
Thai. Sawannii explained to Ming in Mandarin. It was
like a slow delayed UN conference. Ming looked at me
and, I swear, tears appeared in her eyes.
I said sorry and kissed her on the forehead before
buggering off into the night.
Of course once the situation was behing me I felt
relieved. That was how close I came to turning queer,
I thought to myself. That fucking close.
I saw Bob a couple of days later. "I have to say," I
said, "That was really mean."
"What was."
"That was the most convincing katoey I've ever seen in
my life. I tell you what. You almost had me there."
"What. You mean Sawannii. She is a looker."
"Not Sawannii. That little Chinese girl. She was
stunning."
"She wasn't a katoey."
"What ?"
"You think I'd set you up with a katoey ? You don't
like katoeys. You thought she was a katoey ?"
"Well. I mean. It crossed my mind. Wasn't that bar all
katoeys ?"
Bob laughed "They cater to all tastes. Wait til I tell
Sawannii."
"I wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings."
"You liked her but you turned her down because you
thought she was a bloke."
"Am I a cunt Bob."
"Yes Turk. You may just be the stupidest cunt in
town."
"Thanks Bob."
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