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WN04 Songkran Doll of the Day Summer is today's Songkran Doll of the Day. She is a tall and lithe beauty who always seems to have a calm nature. Based on these pics, she also seems to be packing? Summer Photo Credits to Creamy          Lukpla's Farewell Party Bonus Photo: Clara - Lukpla - Nam - Beer The photo must have been taken early on in the evening as Lukpla's money chain ended up being a lot bigger. I think that's the very first photo of Nam I have posted on here. No gents, please don't ask about ST/LT with her, she is the owner! Beer dyed her hair to a sandy brown colour. Hopefully its just a phase she is going through! Photo Credits: Creamy

In the pulsating realm of Vietnamese social media, secrets are like fireflies in the night – ephemeral, yet impossible to conceal for long. Recently, whispers have begun to spread like wildfire of a mysterious "whiteman," who has been reaching out to Vietnamese ladyboys, weaving a web of intrigue that has captivated their attention for a couple of weeks. His communication is shrouded in enigma, although it's easy for us to recognize him. With an air of mystery, this enigmatic character entices his potential partners with cryptic messages, addressing them affectionately as sissies. But it is not mere words that he employs to ensnare his prey. No, he beckons them into his world of intrigue with requests that border on the surreal – body painting with a lustrous golden hue, or the addition of cryptic messages scrawled in emerald green ink with a marker on the back of said sissies. His modus operandi, as unconventional as it is inscrutable, has left the social media sphere abuzz with intrigue and speculation. As whispers swirl and rumors ferment, snippets of evidence begin to surface, casting a tantalizing light on this clandestine affair. Personal photographs, surreptitiously shared, reveal tantalizing clues – the telltale gleam of a distinctive bracelet, the cryptic insignia of "DR" lurking in the shadows. These fragments of a larger puzzle have already begun to cascade through the corridors of social media, igniting a feverish curiosity among the digital denizens of Vietnam. Soon, I shall unveil a selection of these beguiling snapshots, offering a glimpse into the enigmatic world of "DR" and his mysterious entanglements with the denizens of Vietnamese social media. Stay tuned, for the intrigue is just beginning to unfold.

Meanwhile, Songkran vibes in Soi 4 Screen_Recording_20240415_180025_Instagram.mp4

Yes thanks Bumblebee , Twitter seems to be good for my channel, that video did over 1000 views under 24 hrs even though its not my best , i focus a lot on twitter now with my best clips , hashtags actually land every time unlike instagram and tiktok , thankyou again its a big market now lots of new vloggers interviewing lb , some are just teenagers , Youtube asked me to request monitization again as i hit that mark but not sure about it as i understand they push monitized vids more as they make money but also they have more power over me :)

Saw her a few weeks ago when i was there all good :)

Hello Rom, I wanted to clear the air about the post I made on April Fools' Day. It seems like my attempt at humor might have missed the mark, and for that, I apologize. I started being late of 1 minute (one minute only, but I missed April 1st). The information I shared about DR was of course completely made up. I want to stress that I didn't have any insider knowledge about them, and above all if I did, I wouldn't have spilled the beans. I would have kept silent on the fact. I understood that such jokes was probably misinterpreted 2 days later and asked the mod to move to the jokes thread. You had signed in and hadn't reacted, so I thought no one cared about DR. I ignored DR was used in PY only but I was probably influenced by 'Daddy Rom' when I looked for something that could be you or someone else. However, no one really reacted to the fake news. (Yes, I say it again : it's a fake news intended only to make a joke). I apologize since the humourous intention of my post was not clear at all. I hope I didn't disturb you more than that. I wish you a good trip in Hanoi (if you go there) or in Kyrgyzstan (since it's your secret destination). Thanks for your understanding. @Pdoggg I checked the information. Unfortunately, it's not a joke. While I typically don't seek out such news, I came across a story about a Prime Minister sentenced to death after seizing control of a newly established telephone company and using it for personal gain in his twilight years.

WTF? I was away from computers for a while... and only saw this now (2 weeks after the OP). You certainly have my attention. Thanks PG for casting me in the lead role of a script apparently being developed for me. Looking forward... And btw no one calls me "DR" (short for Daddy Rom) in this board. That was back at PY when I used the "Daddy" prefix to underscore the kinder, gentler, monger I used to be (Helas it was like throwing editorial pearls to swine) ... This to say that you have a choice of casting the old DR like the playful jolly monger he used to be sharing his sissy exploits with pals and swine alike, or the more contemporary dark tormented Rom increasingly seeking solace between the legs of GGs and too lazy or embarrassed to TR it. I will be back in Asia in 2 weeks. Already scheduled conjugal visits with my SE Asia harem of sissies and pussies but perhaps this thread will just give me the kick in the pants I need to return to Hanoi on my next trip and face my fears of the Viet Cong uniforms in the pursuit Viet sissies. Cheers.

I have been retweeting for you there so hopefully that helps a bit:) Great clip that captures the vibe of the scene.

Just did a bit of detective work on Google Earth. Found the massage shop. It is called Lamyai Health Massage. About 50 meters past the Subway shop on the corner of Soi Diana. I guess she may not always be there but you could try.

What a coincidence. Looking at some of Cine's videos and one called Ladyboy Love machines in Bangkok and Pattaya showed a girl I had a good time with. She is in a black tee shirt with Bulls on it. Shown at 16 secs. I met her at a massage place on Soi Bukhao just past Soi Diana heading South on the right hand side. Sorry dont know the name. She works fl. She is half Thai half Vietnamese. Has the best tits I have seen for a long time. Soft and with puffy nipples. Just perfect. Sorry I dont have anymore detail such as name etc. Always a buzz when you see a lb on a video that you have met.

Go Engerland!

How is it that despite poorer video quality, ladyboys appeared more attractive back then compared to ladyboys today ?

Metinee from CIB is currently at home

And murderer. Good riddance.

OJ Simpson, superstar running back passed away today. Below is the New York Times article from October 4th, 1995: NOT GUILTY: THE OVERVIEW;Jury Clears Simpson in Double Murder; Spellbound Nation Divides on Verdict Orenthal James Simpson, a man who overcame the spindly legs left by a childhood case of rickets to run to fame and fortune, surmounted a very different sort of obstacle today, when a jury of 10 women and 2 men cleared him of charges that he murdered his former wife and one of her friends. The verdict, coming 16 months after Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald L. Goldman were slashed to death in the front yard of Mrs. Simpson's condominium and after 9 months of what often seemed like interminable testimony, sidebars and high-priced legal bickering, was reached in the end with breathtaking speed. When it was read, much of the nation, President Clinton included, stopped work to listen to it. And with the Simpson verdict, as with the Simpson case, the nation once more divided -- largely along racial lines. So, too, did defense lawyers, with the onetime chief of Mr. Simpson's legal team, Robert L. Shapiro, criticizing his successor. "Not only did we play the race card, we dealt it from the bottom of the deck," Mr. Shapiro told Barbara Walters tonight in an interview on an ABC News special. In a scene that lent a certain symmetry to the entire Simpson saga, Mr. Simpson immediately returned to the freeways of Los Angeles in a white van, and as fans waved from the streets he headed back to his home at 360 North Rockingham Avenue. While a dozen helicopters flew overhead, and fans festooned the fence with roses and balloons, he was met by A. C. Cowlings, who had been in the driver's seat of the white Ford Bronco on June 17, 1994, five days after the killings. Mr. Simpson pursed his lips, gulped a few times and wore a forced, pained grin as Deirdre Robertson, the law clerk to Judge Lance A. Ito, read the verdict. Mrs. Robertson tripped over "Orenthal," but not over what came next: "not guilty." When she uttered those words, Mr. Simpson's body instantly uncoiled. He then breathed a sigh of relief, and a faint smile appeared. As Mrs. Robertson's recitation continued -- ". . . in violation of Penal Code Section 187A, a felony, upon Nicole Brown Simpson, a human being," Mr. Simpson waved at the panelists and mouthed the words "Thank you." The reading then unfolded again, with the name "Ronald L. Goldman" substituted for Mrs. Simpson. Mr. Simpson embraced his chief lawyer, Johnnie L. Cochran Jr., and silently thanked and rethanked the jury again. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is this your verdict, so say you one, so say you all?" Mrs. Robertson then asked. "Yes," the panel members -- nine black, two whites and a Hispanic man -- replied matter-of-factly. Critics of what the jurors did today maintained that they had been manipulated by a cynical defense team that talked more about the racism of the Los Angeles police than about the guilt or innocence of their client. Mr. Simpson's lawyers countered that prosecutors simply had not proven their case. As he left court, one juror, a former Black Panther whom prosecutors had inexplicably left on the panel, gave Mr. Simpson a clenched fist salute with his left arm. Before the verdict was read, the same juror, Lionel Cryer, a 44-year-old black man, had smiled and winked at him. At that point, one defense lawyer, Carl Douglas, whispered to his client, "We won; we won," though Mr. Douglas later said it was because the juror thought most hostile to the defense -- Anise Ascherbach, a 60-year-old white woman -- had also smiled in their direction. After the jurors were individually polled, and the victims' families fled, Judge Ito discharged his last duty in the case. "The defendant, having been acquitted of both charges, he is ordered transported to an appropriate sheriff's facility and released forthwith," the judge said. Within an hour or so, Mr. Simpson, who faced life in prison for the double killings, traded his blue jailhouse jumpsuit and his courtroom woolens for blue jeans, checked out of the cell where he has lived for the last 474 days and began what promises to be a well-remunerated but awkward new life -- a life of glamour and golf games and highly compensated interviews, but a life, too, of bodyguards and ostracism by those passionately convinced of his guilt. With Judge Ito telling jurors to "expect the worst" from swarms of reporters seeking their stories, almost all of them disappeared, saying little of substance. "I think we did the right thing -- in fact, I know we did," was all that one panelist, Brenda Moran, 44, a black computer technician, said. As to how jurors could render judgment so quickly, she added simply: "We were there for nine months. We didn't need another nine months to decide." The victims' families quickly went into seclusion, though Fred Goldman, the father of one of those who died, called the outcome his second biggest nightmare, exceeded only by the murder of his only son. Mr. Simpson said nothing to reporters. But in a statement read by his elder son, Jason, he expressed relief that an "incredible nightmare" was over. He said his first obligation was to his two youngest children, "who will be raised the way that Nicole and I had always planned." Those children are now in the custody of two people who are convinced that he murdered their daughter. Another task, Mr. Simpson said, was to bring to justice whoever killed their mother and Mr. Goldman. "They are out there somewhere," he stated. "Whatever it takes to identify them and bring them in I'll provide somehow. I can only hope that some day, despite every prejudicial thing that has been said about me, people will understand and believe that I would not, could not and did not kill anyone." When the verdict was announced, a strange mix of gasps and sobs arose from the gallery. "Oh, my God!" Mr. Simpson's eldest daughter, Arnelle, exclaimed. Jason Simpson placed his head in his hands and began to weep. Mr. Simpson's elderly mother, Eunice, smiled gently in her wheelchair. At a news conference afterward, she explained her apparent serenity. "I knew that my son was innocent," she said. "The prayer of the righteous prevaileth much." Her daughter, Shirley Baker, was more demonstrative. "I just feel like standing on top of this table and dancing a jig," she said. Across the aisle, Nicole Brown Simpson's parents, Louis and Juditha Brown received the verdict stoically, though two of her sisters began crying outside court. But the family of Ron Goldman broke out into paroxysms of grief and anger. His sister, Kimberly, looked down to the floor and sobbed convulsively, despite the caresses of her father. Under their breaths, the Goldmans uttered obscenities at Mr. Simpson. The jury's decision, made after only three hours of deliberations, was one "rush to judgment" to which Mr. Cochran did not object. Defense lawyers attributed their victory not to racial considerations but to their ability to destroy the chronology of the prosecution's case. No reasonable person, Mr. Cochran said, could possibly have believed that Mr. Simpson killed two people, returned home, changed clothes, cleaned up and hid his weapon in the time that prosecutors had allotted. "We said that if we could shatter the prosecution's timeline so that O. J. Simpson couldn't have committed this crime, that there would be a reasonable doubt," Mr. Cochran said at a news conference in Judge Ito's courtroom. "That's even before we ever got to the socks, the glove and Fuhrman or anything." By building much of its case around Mr. Mark Fuhrman, he added, it was the prosecution, not the defense, that had injected race into the case. Mr. Cochran began at that news conference much as he closed his closing statement: on a religious note. "I want to thank God," he said, as a chorus of "Yeah!" arose from the Simpson family's side of the table. "He always directs our paths and He's worthy to be praised. We think this verdict bespeaks justice." At another news conference, District Attorney Gil Garcetti, stunned by a humiliating repudiation of a case based on what he often called a "mountain of evidence," said he was "profoundly disappointed" and angry. "This was not, in our opinion, a close case," said Mr. Garcetti, whose political future has clearly been clouded by today's verdict. "Apparently their decision was based on emotion that overcame the reason." At the same wake-like news conference, a somber and subdued Deputy District Attorney Marcia Clark saluted colleagues for striving to make sure "that the lives of Ron and Nicole were not thrown away." Ms. Clark also importuned law students working in her office not to lose faith in the system, based on what they had seen here. Her fellow prosecutor, Christopher A. Darden, who as a high school football player had aspired to wear Mr. Simpson's number, then said that he never anticipated having to tell the Goldmans that "he" had been acquitted. "We came here in search of justice," Mr. Darden said. "You have to be the judges, I expect, as to whether or not any of us found it today. But I'm not bitter and I'm not angry." He then began to thank his colleagues. But as he did so, he broke down. The words abruptly stopped and all he could do was shake his head, nod his head and briefly wave his hand as if to say, "No more." He then left the lectern and doubled over, with Mr. Goldman's stepmother and some lawyers offering solace. For all of the prosecutors, a whole new ordeal is about to begin: an orgy of post-mortems and second-guessing. Commentators and political opponents now will debate just what it was that turned the tide: the decision to try the case in downtown Los Angeles, where juries are more predominantly black; relying so heavily on a police officer whom they knew to be a racist; asking Mr. Simpson to put on the murderer's gloves, or the overwhelming popularity and wealth of the defendant. "What this verdict tells you is how fame and money can buy the best defense, can take a case of overwhelming incriminating physical evidence and transform it into a case riddled with reasonable doubt," said Peter Arenella, a law professor at the University of California at Los Angeles. Mr. Arenella acknowledged that prosecutors had suffered a number of self-inflicted wounds. But even had they tried a perfect case, he said, they might not have prevailed given the haste with which, prosecutors argued, Mr. Simpson committed his foul deeds and the longstanding antagonism of many blacks, including presumably some jurors, toward the police. "A predominantly African-American jury was more susceptible to claims of police incompetence and corruption and more willing to impose a higher burden of proof than normally required for proof beyond a reasonable doubt," he said. "This was not a good day for the American criminal justice system unless one believes that the L.A.P.D. were not only incompetent but criminal in their investigation of this case." Mrs. Simpson, 35, had spent virtually her entire adult life dating, living with, being married to, trying to reconcile with or escape from Mr. Simpson. Prosecutors charged that Mr. Simpson killed her in a jealous rage, and killed Mr. Goldman when he happened upon the scene. Supporting their scenario was a history of domestic violence that had left Mrs. Simpson black, blue and fearful for her life, and a raft of blood, hair and fiber tests linking Mr. Simpson to the crime. Mr. Simpson's response from the start -- indeed, just after low-speed Bronco chase -- was that he was "absolutely 100 percent not guilty." Many blacks reacted jubilantly today to the exoneration of someone whose heroic status seemed enhanced by what they saw as the bigotry of the police and prosecutors. Many whites, by contrast, were aghast. "Nicole was right," said Faye Resnick, one of Mrs. Simpson's friends who wrote a book about their relationship. "She said he was going to kill her and get away with it." In Washington, President Clinton left the Oval Office and walked to his secretary's television to watch the verdict. Later, he scribbled a statement urging respect for the decision and offering "our thoughts and prayers" for the victims' families. The verdict will surely have repercussions for the legal system as well, though what those will be is not yet clear. Because a verdict was reached, what Judge Ito referred to as "the Simpson matter" may not spur on the call for nonunanimous verdicts in criminal cases. But never again, it seems likely, will a jury be sequestered for so long, a gilded incarceration that many people think shortened the deliberations. When Mr. Goldman's father spoketoday, his former indignation had clearly yielded to resignation. "Last June 13, 1994, was the worst nightmare of my life," he began, heaving deeply and searching for his voice and breath. "This is the second."