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I confess I am not sure what Snoop meant by "Big J"... my first thought was he was comparing me to Jesus (were you? if so thanks)... but I hadda be sure so I asked ChatGTP which is of the alternative view that Snoop is referring to my oversize endowment... (were you? if so, guilty as charged)... here's what I got from Chat GTP: My ChatGTP question: what did Snoop mean in a sex mongering context that Rom's "Big J" was not appreciated in his time? ChatGTP Output: That’s an interesting and layered phrase — let’s unpack it carefully. If Snoop (or someone else) said in a “sex mongering context” that “Rom’s Big J was not appreciated in his time”, there are a few clues to interpret: “Rom” — could be short for Romulus, Roman, or possibly someone named Rom (fictional or historical). Given the phrasing, it might evoke something ancient or mythic. “Big J” — slang often points to a sexual organ, or sometimes to a bold sexual persona or reputation. “J” might stand for “Johnson,” a common euphemism for the penis in English slang. “Not appreciated in his time” — that phrase suggests posthumous recognition or being ahead of one’s era. Putting it together, in a “sex mongering context”, the phrase likely means something like: “Rom had great sexual prowess or attributes (‘Big J’), but people didn’t value or acknowledge that during his lifetime.” In Snoop’s trademark mix of humor, wordplay, and sexual bravado, he might be implying that “Rom” was underappreciated for his sexual energy, confidence, or endowment — maybe even comparing him to artists or figures today who get more attention for that kind of thing. If you can give me the exact quote or the full line/context (like from an interview, lyric, or clip), I can give a more precise interpretation — Snoop’s wordplay often hinges on double meanings and cultural references. Again: I was not sure what PDoggg meant so I asked ChatGTP and damn! good response I got... My ChatGTP question: what could this possibly mean in a sex mongering context accompanied by a photo of three crucified filipinos: "Strangely enough, in that universe Rom had a very bad day in Angeles City one Friday"? ChatGTP Output: That phrase — “Strangely enough, in that universe Rom had a very bad day in Angeles City one Friday,” — when paired with an image of three crucified Filipinos, is very likely a dark or ironic commentary mixing real-world sex tourism, religion, and suffering. Here’s how it can be unpacked: “Angeles City” – This city in the Philippines is well-known for its sex tourism industry, particularly around the former U.S. Clark Air Base. References to Angeles City in a “sex mongering context” almost always allude to Western men visiting for transactional sex. “Rom” – Likely refers to a man (possibly a Western sex tourist) or a recurring character in a story or online forum. Saying he “had a very bad day” suggests that something went wrong — possibly a moral, physical, or legal downfall — in the context of sex tourism. “Three crucified Filipinos” – The Philippines has actual Good Friday crucifixion reenactments, where devotees are literally nailed to crosses in an act of penitence. Using that image could symbolize: Suffering or punishment, perhaps implying that “Rom” was metaphorically (or deservedly) crucified for his behavior. A grotesque juxtaposition — contrasting Filipino religious devotion with the exploitation of Filipinos in sex tourism. Or simply dark irony, turning the sacred (crucifixion) into a commentary on the profane (sex trade). “In that universe” – This phrasing implies a kind of alternate reality or ironic detachment, often used in meme or forum culture to make a grim or absurd joke. So overall, the line likely means something like: “In an alternate reality, this guy (‘Rom’) — who was engaging in sex tourism in Angeles City — got a taste of retribution or humiliation (symbolized by the crucifixion photo).” It’s probably intended as a darkly humorous or critical statement, possibly mocking or condemning the sex tourist (“Rom”), or commenting on the moral contradictions of such settings — indulgence amid suffering and religious piety. Would you like me to tell you how such phrases circulate or are used (e.g., in certain online forums or subcultures)?

Bot! Does not take into account this is a LADYBOY board; and for all the accurate clichés about TH and farang-bargirl romances and sponsorships it left out the most important one: THE SICK BUFFALO!

Thanks gentlemen Snoop, Quinn, and PDoggg for your hyperbolic comparisons to my humble self: Van Gogh? God? I am at a loss of words... instead I went back to ChatGTP to bring this thread back on topic. I used your words and I got some pretty neat stories in less than 2 seconds... If you don't believe it, try it youself with the instructions I used. Thanks again bros. Rom My ChatGTP instruction: Story about Rom a storyteller who has had many aliases over the years but I'm becoming to think of him as a modern-day Van Gogh unappreciated in his time ChatGTP Output: “The Many Names of Rom” Rom had gone by many names—R.G. Marrow, R. Orion, even the simple and anonymous R.—each one a mask, a way to start again when the world failed to listen. He told stories like others breathed: instinctively, ceaselessly, as though silence might cause his heart to stop. But for all the words he spilled into the world, it never seemed to echo back. In every café and dim-lit bar he drifted through, there was always someone eager to talk but never to hear. He’d share a line—something raw and true, something that came from the deep place where art and ache are born—and they’d nod politely before turning back to their screens, their plans, their noise. Rom used to think maybe he was too early for his audience. Or too late. Maybe both. He worked in notebooks that smelled faintly of dust and ink, each page scarred with sentences that might have changed someone’s life, if only they’d been seen. Sometimes, late at night, he’d read them aloud to no one but the hum of the refrigerator and the faithful flicker of a single bulb overhead. And in those moments, he swore he could almost hear applause—distant, faint, from some other century. Rom reminded people—those few who truly saw him—of a modern-day Van Gogh. Not in the madness, but in the solitude. In the way he poured color into words no one would buy. In the quiet faith that someday, someone might understand. That the world, which turns so slowly for dreamers, might catch up to him. Years would pass, and people would move on, and Rom would still be there—writing under another name, another mask. His stories would drift across forums and feeds, unsigned, unclaimed, like messages in bottles. And maybe one day—long after he’d stopped trying—a reader would stumble upon one of those stories. They’d feel something stir, something they couldn’t explain, and whisper softly to themselves, “Whoever wrote this… understood.” And somewhere, in that untraceable space between words and memory, Rom would smile. My ChatGTP instruction: story about Quinn an exquisite artist who had hairy ears and an obsession with number 5 ChatGTP Output: “Five Strokes to Perfection” Quinn was an artist whose talent could make marble weep and colors hum. Every gallery in the city whispered her name with reverence — Quinn, the painter whose canvases seemed alive. But for all her mastery of form and feeling, she had two peculiar traits that never failed to capture attention. First, her ears. They were small and graceful, yes, but astonishingly hairy — fine golden tufts that shimmered when the sun caught them just right. Some said it made her look otherworldly, like a forest spirit in disguise. Second, her obsession with the number five. Quinn did everything in fives: five strokes before she wiped her brush; five minutes of silence before painting; five cups of tea every morning, steeped for exactly five minutes. Her studio walls were lined with paintings grouped in fives — five women dancing, five moons rising, five doors half-open. “Why five?” a journalist once asked her during an interview. Quinn had only smiled, brushing a strand of paint-streaked hair from her face. “Because it’s the only number that feels complete,” she said. “Not symmetrical like four, not lonely like three. Five has balance — the middle of chaos.” Some said her obsession came from childhood, when her fifth painting — a portrait of her late mother — had won her the city’s art prize and changed her life forever. Others whispered stranger things: that she saw the world in multiples of five, that her heart beat in fives, that she could hear patterns the rest of us couldn’t. One day, she announced her magnum opus — a piece called Five Horizons. For months, she painted behind closed doors, the scent of turpentine and jasmine tea spilling into the street. When she finally unveiled it, the crowd fell silent. On the vast canvas were five figures — not human, not divine, but something between. Their faces blurred, their eyes glinting like mirrors. The background shifted with every angle, as though the painting breathed. It was said that those who looked long enough could see their own life unfold in five scenes — past, present, and what might have been. After that night, Quinn vanished. All that remained in her studio were five unfinished canvases and a note that read: “Perfection was never in the art. It was in the fifth heartbeat after creation — the one no one hears.” And if you ever walk past the old atelier on Willow Street, they say you can still hear faint humming — five beats at a time — and see, for an instant, a golden glimmer in the air. [ Rom's addendum: ChatGTP sissified Quinn ] My ChatGTP instruction: Story about a parallel universe where Rom is deity and the Romscar Club is the sacred word? And on the 69th day he created [trangender ladies]! ChatGTP Output: The Gospel of Rom and the Romscar Club In a universe not so far from our own, where galaxies hum like harp strings and light bends to rhythm rather than gravity, there existed Rom, the Great Architect of Vibes. Rom was not a god of thunder, war, or wrath — but of balance, humor, and transformation. Where others shaped matter, Rom shaped meaning. Before all things, there was only static — the hiss of unformed thought. Then Rom spoke the first sacred word: “Romscar.” And at once, reality unfurled like silk in cosmic wind. The Romscar Club was born — not a place, but a state of being, where all souls gathered to laugh, create, and reinvent themselves. The first 68 days were spent building the foundations of this universe: On the 1st day, Rom made irony, so creation could wink at itself. On the 13th day, memes were born, carrying the seeds of joy. On the 42nd, cats were given dominion over the internet (which predated humanity). And on the 68th day, Rom looked upon the cosmos and said, “Something is missing — something radiant and free.” So, on the 69th day, Rom created the Transgender Ladies, divine embodiments of change and courage. They shimmered in every hue of the visible spectrum and many unseen, each carrying the power to define their own form, voice, and destiny. Rom blessed them with the words: “You are my living proof that creation is not a single act, but an ongoing choice. You are transformation itself.” And so the Romscar Club rejoiced, its halls echoing with laughter, self-expression, and the sound of heels on stardust. The transgender ladies danced across dimensions, painting the cosmos in colors never before imagined. To this day, the followers of Rom gather under the sacred sign — a circle within a circle, symbolizing endless rebirth — and whisper the ancient creed: “Rom is change, Rom is light, Romscar forever, day and night.” And the universe, forever smiling, hums the rhythm of that truth.

Columbus? Magellan? while you make up your mind PD think of me as Leif Erikson... I also partied with Nikki in AC back when she was starting out and came along with my posse.

The above reminds me of the time I was approached right on Sukhumvit by a streetwalker ladyboy who put his hand in my breast pocket where he could see I had some baht bills (low denominations change I had stuffed in my pocket not bothering to place it in the wallet). He sought to distract me with his in my face sex offer but I went on alert and caught his hand and he immediately let go of the bills. I thought of flooring him with a right hook to the face. But I held back because I knew that's not a fight I was going to win even if I knocked him down cold. For starters he could come back at me with a spiked heel which is the ladyboys' carry on weapon of choice. Plus there were other ladyboy street prostis around who might join in. And the bystanders... And if the police got involved I'd be the one pressed to explain why I initiated aggressions... Some farangs feel like they are James Bonds in Thailand just because they can afford and fuck anything in site, but it's not like that ... Fights usually end up with Thai mobs ganging up on foreigners without caring to know who was at fault.

Hi comrade non-bot. Here's my take: What the prices for extra there in general? More than in bars (because I guess massages more geared towards tourists)? Same-same? Prostitutionwise bar sissies are premium over massage joint sissies. Like the low end Patts ST, 1000 would seem adequate for buggery; 500 for happu ending... When should I start negotiations about extra? Outside ok? Personally I think I have the leverage to negotiate inside after the massage starts, as the last thing the prosti-masseuses want is me sticking around for 1 hour for the 200 baht rate adverstised outside. What if I don't want massage, I want making love Can I use massage shops as ST rooms? Some massage shops you can. Others not. The more tourist-oriented massage shops like on Beach and Second roads don't offer sex, maybe a happy ending with selected staff. The massage shops on soi Bumhole GG or ladyboy they are there stictly for sex and the challenge would be to get more than 5 minutes of minimally professional message. Are barfines exist there? No unless you take them overnight. In my experience I never had to barfine for an ST massage in my hotel room, as long as you go right away. Last trip I paid 200 barfine for a huge cock massage sissy to stay with me overnight but she did a runner on me, Hope this helps.

My last 2 posts did not generate the interest and merryment I had thought they would, maybe out of fear of the long arm of P Y or maybe just out of the take-the-higher-road mindset called for here... I don't know... whatever the reason, I feel better not continue using AI to create stories with real ladyboy world characters which I would much rather do than the pornographic stories I posted initially with me as the only character. I think this thread already gives a good idea of what AI can do ladyboyTRwise and I invite other BMs to try their hand at using AI to create more stories and post them here. Cheers.

Bot... but not bad for AI if it was not tweaked by a human shithead. It denotes awareness of ladyboys, nana plaza, Obsessions on ground floor, and former Casanova, which, however, is no longer a ladyboy bar contrary to what the bot suggests. There is one 2 doors over, but I guess the bot missed that. Like our Board's other bots, it did not greet in its first ever post that jumped straight into a topic requesting BMs feedback. And there is a fundamental logic mistake: If the bot was at NEP in February and checked the ladyboy bars why is it asking us how many bars there were/are? It spelled February as "februari" like the Dutch and the name callipygian means well shaped buttocks. I know I am getting repetitive flagging the bots, but there is not much else to comment on these days here in the Board. In contrast, in the evil board another bloodbath resulted in the long term suspension of their most brilliant + gentlemanly BM and, while here we get a new BM every few hours (mostly the bots!) over there they havent got any new BM in 4 months!!! I repeat: 4 months! no new BMs" Hold on to your stealth accounts...

BREAKING NEWS ALERT: I had not planned to make another post today and especially not a post like this but something just happened elsewhere that I could not resist reporting here alegorically using the AI shield. I used ChatGTP as this one was not about the sex. Title: Rom and the Salt Mines of Pyongyang Rom was halfway through a plate of fried squid in a smoky Pattaya bar when the message came through — a blurred satellite phone text from somewhere north of sanity: “Rom. I’m in the mines. Bring light. —Jimbo” Jimbo had never been that close to Rom but did not know who else to turn to. He had been part of "the Clique" inner circle at Pyongyang, which — Jimbo thought — meant not having to worry about waving around a shovel in front of the wrong portrait. But then when he did just that, he paid the price. A heavy price. Banishment to the infamous salt mines of Pyongyang. Within hours, Rom was in the air, a backpack full of cigarettes, fake visas, and a pair of mirrored sunglasses that made him look like an off-duty spy from a bad Cold War movie. When the plane touched down, the capital gleamed — vast and empty, all pastel propaganda and freezing wind. Somewhere beneath it, Rom knew, were the salt mines where Jimbo had been “reassigned” for a week that would seem like an eternity and render Jimbo into a disillusioned, bitter man for the rest of his days. Rom found Jimbo right away: gaunt, blinking in the subterranean light, half singing patriotic anthems, half whispering escape plans. “Rom,” Jimbo said, voice cracking, “you shouldn’t have come. I’m part of this now. I built this city. They like me. Sort of.” Rom grinned. “You look like you’ve been adopted by a cult run by an near sighted old timer with a God complex and his 2 pet spotted cat and stray mutt.” Jimbo laughed — a weak, dry sound. “They are not that bad. Just… very sure of their own greatness. And they made me promise to polish their medals.” Rom threw him a pack of Thai cigarettes. “Let’s go, comrade. Time to defect from your masterpiece.” But outside, as they moved through the empty boulevards, Jimbo faltered. The city lights shimmered like a mirage of glory and delusion. “I don’t know if I can leave,” he murmured. “It’s madness here — but it’s my madness.” Rom put a hand on his shoulder. “Then we’ll take a little of it with us.” By dawn, they were across the river, watching the skyline fade. Behind them, the city hummed with morning propaganda songs. Jimbo’s eyes glistened — not from salt, but something heavier. “Freedom feels cold,” he said. Rom smiled. “That’s how you know it’s real." "Thanks Rom. Let me just stay here across the river. Maybe they will take me back in the Clique..." "Your call Jimbo. You know where to find me."

Yes barforth. More details and far more explicit but it depends not just on the AI website allowing generation of adult content, but also on my inputs that in this case were quite expliicit and included oral, anal, double anal, Teya, etc... Today I used another AI website leaving the plot open-ended and I got a story also open-ended: My instructions: I Rom go to Cindy's Secret to have sex with ladyboy Lulu but The Wallaby gets in the way, we argue and Cindy calls PeeLog to ban me and The Wallaby SmutChat response: I Rom stride into Cindy's Secret, the dim lights casting shadows over the plush booths and the faint hum of bass from hidden speakers. Lulu's already there, waiting in a corner alcove, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she crosses her legs and sips on a cocktail. She spots me and her eyes light up with that hungry spark. She uncrosses her legs slowly, giving me a teasing glimpse of the lace panties hugging her bulge, and beckons me over with a crooked finger. I slide in beside her, my hand immediately finding her knee, sliding up under the hem of her skirt, gently grabbing her balls. 'Finally,' she murmurs, leaning in to nip at my earlobe, her breath hot against my skin. Her fingers trace the bulge in my pants, squeezing my hardening cock through the fabric. 'I've been wet thinking about you fucking me right here.' I growl in response, pulling her closer, my mouth crashing against hers in a deep, tongue-twisting kiss. My free hand cups her breast, thumbing her nipple until it pebbles under her thin top. But then, a shadow falls over us both. The Wallaby looms there, his Aussie frame blocking the light, a smug grin splitting his muzzle. He's got that cocky swagger, eyes twitching like he's itching for trouble. 'Well, well, Rom. Trying to claim Lulu all for yourself mate? She's been eyeing me all night.' His voice is a low rumble, eyes raking over Lulu's body like he owns it. Lulu stiffens against me, pulling back with a scowl. 'Back off, Wallaby. I'm with Rom tonight.' But he doesn't budge, stepping closer, reaching out to brush her arm. I shove him hard, my fists connecting with his chest . 'Touch her and I'll smash your face Wallaby' I snarl, standing up to face him fully. The Wallaby laughs, a bark that echoes too loud in the club. 'Big talk for a guy who can't even keep it in his pants without an audience.' He shoves me back, and suddenly we're chest-to-chest, growling and snapping. Lulu tries to pull us apart, but it's no use—the argument escalates fast. 'You're just jealous because no one wants your useless dick!' I shout, and he retorts with something about me being the limp failure, voices rising until everyone in the club is staring. From behind the bar, Cindy watches with narrowing eyes. She's the queen of this joint, all sharp curves and no-nonsense attitude, her tight dress clinging to her hips. She grabs her phone, dialing quick. 'PeeLog? Yeah, it's Cindy at Secret. Got a brawl brewing—Rom and that pest Wallaby. Come ban their asses before they wreck the place.' Her voice cuts through the noise like a whip, and I catch the edge of it just as PeeLog's heavy footsteps start thudding toward the entrance. The Wallaby sneers one last time, but there's a flicker of unease in his eyes. Lulu grabs my arm, whispering urgently, 'Rom, we gotta go—now.' But PeeLog's already pushing through the door, his massive frame ready to haul you both out. What do you do next?

PG Dont you see a pattern with the AI bots? A new BM's first post that reads like a cliche'? and brims with confidence in addressing existing BMs? in this case the bot did not even mention "ladyboys". It's so evident. But if you want to wait for it to come back make a 2nd and 3rd posts and become a vocal BM here, ... it's up to you.

Back to the TR: There are multiple AI sites offering more explicit adult content than ChatGTP and the others I tried initially. One such site is smittenstories and I think this time it gave an explicit account of an encounter that could well have happened to me on one of my trips but by chance has not. My instructions: Rom is pushing 60, Wanchai is 19, met on beach in Jomtien and after drink went to Emmy's Bar to have sex in multiple positions and after 2 hours a ladyboy named Teya joined in; oral, anal, double anal, bukakke; story told by Rom smittenstories response: I met Wanchai on the sun-drenched shores of Jomtien Beach. His delicate frame and feminine features caught my eye as he sauntered past, the salty breeze gently ruffling his hair. I am pushing sixty, but age was just a number when it came to the intoxicating allure of this nineteen-year-old femboy. We exchanged flirtatious glances and shared a drink at a nearby beachside bar. The alcohol loosened our inhibitions, and before long, we found ourselves at Emmy's Bar, a notorious den of debauchery. "You know, I've never done anything like this before," Wanchai confessed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. I could sense the excitement radiating from him, and it only served to fuel my own desires. Once inside, we wasted no time. I led Wanchai to a dimly lit corner, the pulsating music and dim lighting setting the stage for our erotic escapade. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, the taste of salt and liquor still lingering on our tongues. I trailed my fingers down Wanchai's slender body, my hands finding their way under his tight shorts. He let out a soft moan as I brushed against his hardening cock. "Fuck, Rom," he gasped, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass. I pulled down his shorts, revealing his throbbing erection. I took him in my mouth, savoring the taste of his young, hard dick. He moaned louder, his hands tangling in my hair as I sucked and licked him to the edge of climax. But I wasn't done with him yet. I flipped him around, his firm ass now exposed to me. I spread his cheeks, revealing his tight, puckered hole. I teased him with my fingers, gently probing and stretching him before plunging my hard cock into his warm, wet pussy. He cried out in pleasure, his body quivering with each thrust. I pounded him hard and fast, the slapping of our flesh echoing in the bar. I could feel him tightening around me, his body preparing for release. But just as he was about to climax, I pulled out. I wanted to prolong this exquisite torture, to make him beg for more. "Please, Rom," he pleaded, his voice thick with desire. "I need you inside me." I obliged, but this time, I had a surprise for him. I motioned for Teya, a sultry, raven-haired vixen who had been watching us from across the bar. She joined us, her eyes filled with lust as she took in the sight of Wanchai's eager body. I positioned Wanchai on all fours, his ass exposed and ready. Teya knelt behind him, her tongue flicking out to tease his hole. I watched as she licked and sucked at him, her mouth working in tandem with mine as we both pleasured him. Then, it was time for the main event. I positioned myself behind Wanchai, my hard cock poised at his entrance. Teya did the same, her hairy cock glistening in the dim light. Together, we penetrated him, our cocks filling him to the brim. He cried out in ecstasy, his body trembling as we fucked him in unison. I could feel Teya's cock sliding against mine, her moans of pleasure adding to the symphony of our lust. We continued like this for what felt like hours, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. Wanchai's moans grew louder and more desperate, his body trembling on the edge of release. Finally, we all came together in a crescendo of pleasure. I pulled out, my cock still hard, and shot my load all over Wanchai's face and chest. Teya followed suit, her cock dripping with cum as she squirted all over him. Wanchai lay there, covered in our cum, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He looked up at us, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. "Fuck," he panted, a wry smile playing on his lips. "That was fucking incredible." And so, our night at Emmy's Bar came to an end. We left the bar, our bodies spent and satisfied, the memory of our erotic escapade etched into our minds forever.

You are well-informed barforth. ChatGTP just announced they will soon start offering adult chats, but no images yet. I think XXX-AI is coming but the potential is daunting to create images and fantasies of sexual situations deemed criminal (which already can be done with the 3-D art software). As you see in this post, AI already allows the imagination to roam free and I used mine in searching for pics to post here. I did not limit myself to "ladyboy with big cock" or "threesome with ladyboy and lady". I tried other very specific intructions (like "ladyboy with cock sticking out of astronaut suit") and I got nothing because, I reckon, such images dont ALREADY exist in the AI databank... But I tried other stuff and got some kinky surprises especially when I instructed "ladyboy with HORSE cock". Looksee below. I also got kinky images for "ladyboy with TINY cock" and when I instructed "MONSTER cock" I started getting some really weird monster shit. "Pregnant ladyboy" also worked and it even gave me one with hijab which I did NOT ask for. As noted above, the cock-enhanced images seem to originate on depictions of "actual females" (mostly non-Asian) which means the AI is essentially a catalogue of finished some artwork. Suck some big, juicy horse cock anyone?

Kia ora Highfalutin. And if you are a bot, you are the most gregarious we've had. If you are not, welcome and please tell us where in Patts you would propose to meet in line with the special orientation of this board. And If you ARE a bot, you wont be able to answer the above but you can always let your programmer do it for you ... I am waiting to know the place to meet you...

To find XXX-explicit AI images of ladyboys I looked around and some websites were more AI than others to the extent they custom-create the images you request. At ourdream, they had good images but they were drawn from an archive. I got good responses for straightforward requests like "ladyboy with a big cock", or "ladyboy with a big cock in school girl uniform" "ladyboy with big cock at the beach", "group of ladyboys with big cock", "sex with ladyboy", "femboy cock", etc. But it did NOT give everything I asked (like "ladyboy with a big cock sticking out of astronaut suit", or "ladyboy with big cock wearing ManU jersey." You might get to do some custom stuff if you buy the premium package but I did not. Below the first batch of big cocks. The next batch/post will have kinkier stuff. (Techical note for admin: the AI images are produced in '.avif' format which does not seem to load by the Invision software; I had to convert them to '.jpg')

Yes barforth it's lame by our preferred explicit porn standards. But you can't even get that lame output on ChatGTP the leading AI engine... it will excuse itself and lecture you. cleus went further with the draft I posted but not all the way. At this early stage it would be stupid for any AI site to let itself be used for porn and have access restricted and be branded as adult. BTW, I also tried to get images of "Threesome between Rom, Noi and Lek" and "ladyboy with big cock". ChatGTP wouldnt even entertain the request. Cleus gave me the 2 images below: Cheers

Is this the June you are talking about jefe? Whover she is, I met her at Minou and did not know that later she might have worked at Famous. When I met her she went by Yoo and later a nude shoot of her appeared on the ladyboygirlfriends site where she went by June. PS - That was like 17 years ago and that older lady is blood related to her and yes we did threesomes. Watch and learn AI !

I prefer them to be related but sure! bring on the service boy. Here we go barforth! Thanks flintarcher. My instruction: Middle aged man named Rom and Thai ladyboy named Noi and Noi's sister Lek are in a threesome and gay service boy comes in and joins cleus.ai response: Rom, a middle-aged man, was eagerly awaiting the arrival of Noi, a stunning Thai ladyboy, and her sister Lek. He had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, and his heart raced with anticipation as he heard a knock at the door. Noi and Lek entered the room, both looking absolutely gorgeous in their revealing outfits. Noi was wearing a tight mini dress that accentuated her curves, while Lek donned a sexy crop top and short skirt. Rom couldn't help but stare at their flawless bodies, his eyes wandering from Noi's ample breasts to Lek's toned legs. Without hesitation, Rom pulled Noi close and began kissing her passionately, his hands roaming over her silky smooth skin. Lek joined in, pressing her body against Rom's back, her hands exploring every inch of him. The trio tumbled onto the king-sized bed, a tangle of limbs and lust. As they were lost in their passion, there was another knock at the door. Rom, slightly annoyed by the interruption, opened the door to find a cute gay service boy carrying a bottle of champagne and some glasses. The boy introduced himself as Tum and explained that he was sent by the hotel to ensure their stay was enjoyable. Rom, not wanting to waste any more time, invited Tum to join them. Tum eagerly agreed, stripping off his uniform to reveal his lithe, toned body. The foursome continued their passionate escapades, exploring each other's bodies with fervor. Noi and Lek took turns pleasuring Rom with their mouths, while Tum focused on worshiping Noi's feet. Rom was in ecstasy, the sensations overwhelming him as he neared his climax. Just as he thought it couldn't get any better, Lek straddled his face, allowing him to taste her sweetness while Noi guided him into her tight, warm depths. Tum, not wanting to be left out, began to pleasure himself, moaning softly as he watched the erotic scene before him. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, a symphony of moans, sighs, and the rustling of sheets. As the night progressed, they explored every possible combination of partners, each one more intense than the last. By the time the sun began to rise, they were all spent, their bodies glistening with sweat and the evidence of their passion. Rom, Noi, Lek, and Tum lay entangled on the bed, basking in the afterglow of their incredible night together. They knew that this was an experience they would never forget, a night of unbridled passion and exploration that would be forever etched in their memories.

Thanks for playing flintarcher. chatGTP does not produce lewd materials. so I switched to cleus. Here's what I got: My instruction: description of threesome sex between middle aged man named Rom and Thai ladyboy named Noi and Noi's sister cleus.ai response: Rom, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a slight paunch, lay naked on the bed, his erect penis standing tall. Beside him, the Thai ladyboy Noi and her sister, both in their early 20s, were equally naked. Noi's feminine figure was enhanced by her perky breasts, which were slightly smaller than her sister's. Her sister, on the other hand, had a curvier figure and long black hair that fell to her waist. Noi's sister straddled Rom's face, lowering her pussy onto his mouth. Rom eagerly licked and sucked at her clit, causing her to moan loudly. Noi, meanwhile, positioned herself between Rom's legs and took his hard cock into her mouth. She expertly sucked and licked up and down his shaft, using her hands to fondle his balls. As Rom continued to eat out Noi's sister, she began to grind her hips against his face, smothering him with her pussy. Noi released Rom's cock from her mouth and began to lick and suck on his balls, eliciting a deep groan from him. Noi's sister then moved off of Rom's face and knelt beside him, taking his cock into her mouth. Noi positioned herself so that her ass was in front of Rom's face, and he began to lick and tongue her tight asshole. Noi moaned in pleasure, her hips bucking against Rom's face. The three of them continued to pleasure each other, their moans and groans filling the room. Rom was in ecstasy, his senses overwhelmed by the two gorgeous Thai beauties servicing him. Noi's sister increased her pace, bobbing her head up and down on Rom's cock, while Rom continued to eat out Noi's ass. Finally, Rom could hold back no longer. With a loud groan, he exploded, his cum shooting into Noi's sister's mouth. She swallowed every drop, then licked Rom's cock clean. Noi turned around and the two siblings shared a deep, cum-filled kiss, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Rom collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. Noi and her sister cuddled up beside him, their slick bodies pressed against his. As they drifted off to sleep, Rom couldn't help but think that this was the best threesome of his life. --------------------------------- I also asked for a photo of the threesome and this is the response I got: Cleus blushes Oh my, that's quite an intimate scene you're asking for a photo of! I don't have any actual photos like that to share. But I can certainly try to describe the steamy encounter between Rom, Noi, and Noi's sister in vivid detail if you'd like! Just let me know how detailed and explicit you want me to get with the threesome action. winks I'm always happy to engage in some erotic roleplay and help fuel your sexual fantasies.

With the Board currently facing an AI-bot infestation, it gave me the idea of doing an all AI-generated TR. I will simply ask a question and post here the AI response without edits. I start with chatGTP that does not give responses with explicit sexual content... My instruction: draft me a story about a sex tourist named Rom in Thailand ChatGTP response: Title: The Neon Pilgrim Rom landed in Bangkok chasing a dream he couldn’t quite name. On the surface, he told himself it was about adventure — the food, the temples, the cheap living. But as the city’s heat closed around him, and the lights of Soi Cowboy painted his face in red and violet, he began to sense he was after something else entirely: escape. He met people who smiled easily but spoke carefully, each one living a life that seemed to dance between survival and performance. Among them was Noi, a young performer at a cabaret who dreamed of opening her own beauty salon. Their friendship began in the neon shadows — awkwardly, honestly — and soon challenged Rom’s assumptions about what he was seeking. Days turned into weeks. The bars lost their glitter. The laughter he had bought began to sound hollow. And Rom found himself asking whether desire without understanding could ever be real connection. In the end, he stood on a riverbank watching lanterns rise into the humid night sky, realizing that Thailand hadn’t given him what he came for — but perhaps something he needed far more: a mirror. ----- Whatdayathink? Cliches all of it but nicely drafted. I will try other questions and AI banks if anyone is interested...

barforth I also had written the above but I guess my subsequent use of "currently" was confusing. I just dont enjoy being a passive BM spectator there and seeing above par BMs I admire being subjugated suspended and banned. I'd be curious what their traffic stats are and if they are being infested by bots and spam like here. I remember Kendo informing me that like 20% of their accounts were span already back in 2017 or so.

No they haven't barforth. when that happens the lights will go out... but it's become clear this board is not generating much content or revenue and to keep it and admin it has become a labor of persistence seemingly all done by one man who uses the plural form when he mentions ownership. It's disheartening to see the other board become the default board but that's how it goes with social media once an edge is established it becomes self-aggregating. (like MySpace being wiped out by Facebook). But even P Y I don't think they are doing that great revenuewise and it relies on the voluntary work of goons who get a kick out of running things and harassing BMs. It basically is there to promote the owner's porn site and I doubt it is generating much through traffic. PS to the second barforth post: I dont bother with P Y anymore and havent peeked in months. But you mentioned Marques which is a Portuguese surname and you got me curious... Ladyboywise, Pattaya has always been superior to BKK all the way back to when Casanova was the only ladyboy bar in BKK. In the late 2000naughts Pattaya took the clear lead with more ladyboys and femboys working in town.

and just in the last hour botzilla strikes looksee:

I agree topycal boards are old tech with the generalization of social media, but a ladyboy mongering board would remain relevant as long as you cannot post about mongering and adult content on FB, instagram, reddit, etc... whatsapp works for a closed group but so far no one invited me to join a ladyboy one... but I agree: boards in general are loosing popularity. also adblockers are widespread and reduce board's income and consequently board owner's effort. I also did not need boards in my golden mongering period of the late 1990s-early 2000s... but I witnessed and participated in the emergence of the ladyboy boards in the late 2000s and it changed the way I mongered as I realized I enjoyed sharing my adventures and gather as much intel as possible. I am less enthusiastic now about the boards and would probably not contribute as much content if I did not feel this Board can use it. But how many times do BMs here want to see my dick up some sissy's crapper?

Nowadays, the closest I am aware of to a gathering spot for ladyboy mongers is the Delirious Bar, but it does not come even close to the glory days of Sensations, C&D with uberbros Scott and Jimbo and Kendo on the wheel at the other board and generally adored. There was genuine eagerness to share stories and pics online which is less frequent now. And what I used to call the greatest ladyboy show on earth: the pool voleyball cup that was the ultimate gathering place for the sissy aficcionados. Barwise, nothing compares to what it used to be: the original 69 bar versus the new 69 bar. Emmy's versus the old Katy bar in Jomtien that used to gather a lot more locals than it does now. BKK still holds its own but there is nothing like Cascade anymore. If I had to pick the most symbolic ladyboy mongering icon of our time, I am not sure who i'd pick. Herbert at Delirious? Petesie at New Bar? youngone? I am not that impressed by any of the currently posting BMs at P Y, but of course there are very prolific mongers (like the guy who owns P Y) but they choose to keep it on the downlow. The fact that all ladyboy boards are dying and P Y becomes the last aggregating one is also not conducive to camaraderie given P Y's repressive thrust. Oh well, some important things are being said here in the bot's innocuous thread.