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Sugas Spun Sister I met Sugas almost 6 years ago this month, though it seems hard to believe it’s been so long. Originally from Phrae in North of Thailand near Chiang Mai province (in the same way Manchester is near Yorkshire) she lives with her family in Bangkok — they work in a shop that has something to with furniture. However I met her in Patong working / visiting friends on Soi Crocodile and was immediately struck by how cute she was so grabbed her and dragged her back to my cave on Soi Paradise. I liked her enough to hook up with her the following night, which was also the final night of my time in Phuket. She hadn’t got a phone at the time, so I gave her my number with instructions to contact me the same time, roughly just gone midnight, the following night if she wanted to hook up. Knowing the reliability of ladyboys I didn’t hold up much hope, but she borrowed a friends phone and contacted me as and when arranged. We kept in touch via facebook and arranged to meet up 6 months later when I returned to Phuket. We spent the first few days in Patong hanging out at the beach during the day and Cocktails & Dreams at night where the girls made her feel very welcome. At the end of the night, as per long standing traditional, we’d get a bottle of Absolut from the 7/11 and lead a gang to Capsule Pub drinking and dancing to the early hours. At C&D with some of the girls (above), at Capsule Pub with C&D staff (below). Sugas and friend. After a few days in Phuket we upped sticks for a weekend break on Phi Phi — Sugas was keen to visit the island (ladyboys love being able to show off to their friends that they’ve visitted these almost legendary locations) and it’s one of those places that’s best enjoyed as a couple rather than alone in my opinion, so I jumped at the suggestion. Bad man made Sugas walk all the way to the top of the hill overlooking Phi Phi island. Then we returned to Patong for the last few days of my Phuket segment as it was my wingman / Psydekicks 21st Birthday.Of coursee spent many a night at Cocktails & Dreams and Boat Bar on Soi Paradise where his girlfriend of the time, Katoon, worked. For his birthday itself the four of us, plus Loverboy's ladyson, paid a visit to Big Buddha, Phuket Town and a Chinese Temple. Sugas at Patong Beach. Sugas, the ever so hansum Snoop dawg, Loverboys Ladyson, Psydekick himself, and Katoon. Sugas and her friend Natty. Tbc...

There's more to come, but I've had a busy few weeks so wanted to take a minute to acknowledge everyone else contribution.

p.s. I'd like to thanks to everyone else who has contributed their own little anecdotes thus far. And a big THANKS to Rom for not only making this happen but providing some humour to the proceedings - I especially enjoyed your reminiscence about your first time, HILARIOUS! And I love the illustration; you managed to make the vampire look both like nosferatu and myself - which probably means I bear a worrying resemblance to said vampire. Doh!

Who let the dogs out? I've gone through about 7 years worth of photo's and have only been able to find one of Jimbo and I. I've not got many photo's of Jimbo, and quite rightly so as no-one wants to see that grumpy old face. The few photo's I do have of him are with him groping some poor young leggy ladyboy - surely I thought "he can't spend all his time groping ladyboys" but then I remembered that yes he pretty much does. Photos are available to any of the ladies who wish to raise a formal complaint about sexual abuse in the workplace. #metoo After nearly 10 years on the scene the idea of anonymity seems rediculous, plus it saves a hell of a lot of time on editting photos - as fun as it sometimes was (see above). I know you didn't ask a question but I discussed recently this a related topic called "The Vast Majority of Men Don’t Buy Sex" on another forum that I doubt anyone here has heard of. For me I don't advertise that I have sexual relations with ladyboys or prostitutes for that matter. A few friends know about the former because they've asked and I've told them but as far as most friends and family are concerned I'm not "out" even though there's much less discrimination now than there was just 10 years ago. This is simply because I see no need to complicate my life, not through any shame - as far as I'm concerned it's my personal business and no-one elses. If I had a lbfg I'd probably be totally open about this but as I don't why bother telling anyone. I'd be more concerned about family and (some, mainly female) friends finding out that I pay for sex. Prostitution is not illegal in the UK, but it is stigmatised especially amongst many so-called feminists - they assume that the working girls are being exploited whereas in reality for most girls it's just a job. Hence I tell people that I'm going to Chon Buri rather than Pattaya due to the reputation that sin city has; the rest of my travels which I equally enjoy also provide a good cover for my mongering activities.

Double Life By the time we got to Phuket I’d been with 1 genetic girl (in Hua Hin) and it was getting tricky keeping up appearances in front of my mates when all I wanted to do was sneak off to Cocktails & Dreams and fuck ladyboys. This is precisely what I did most evenings except for one which I bar-fined a gg from Freedom Bar. It was at C&D that I met Annie, and I was smitten the moment I said eyes on her; although usually more popular amongst southeast Asian mongers I just love that all that kawai princess look, and she would be my number one draft choice each trip over the following years. I think it was Richard London who started a tradition of taking the Cocktails and Dream girls to the latest Thai disco at the end of a night. So invariably at some point in the evening I would bid farewell to my straight mates with some barely plausible excuse and go to Cocktails & Dreams. I'd play pool with the girls, enjoy the cabaret and invariably armed with a bottle of Absolut I would lead a coterie of Cocktails and Dreams staff to the Thai disco usually with Annie as my belle de jour. Unfortunately, Patong has slowly been changing each holiday and not for the better in my opinion; Soi Crocodile no longer exists and when Cocktails & Dreams closed there was nothing to lure me back. I'm still Facebook friends with a number of the former employees including Annie who hardly seems to have aged a day since we first met. Annie Dec 2011 (above). May 2015 in a rare cabaret performance. The C&D crew at Sanook Bar (I think) above, and Capsule (below). Annie present day (April 2020) below. It was also this visit to Patong, near the end of my holiday, that I met Som-Ao my sweet little massage girl working at a parlor near Patong Tower. Although I eventually managed to entice her back to my room things didn't progress beyond kissing and cuddling this trip — she was a proper little cuddle monster, chasing me around the bed while she slept whilst I in contrast tried to find my own space. I remember halfway through the night she’d bullied to the very edge of the bed, so I got up, walked around the bed and got into the other side. Som-Ao when we first met (above), and below April 2012 modelling a pair of shoes I bought her. Som-Ao December 2012 (above & below). Som-Ao and Jenny (C&D) at Capsule Pub. She didn't know that I knew she was a ladybird until we met up the following holiday, which caused Kendo's paramour, Jenny, much amusement when we all met for a meal. I only saw her just handful of times after that because she got a boyfriend / sponsor for a while. We still remain Facebook friends but I'm not sure what she's doing now; though I occasionally see posts from all over South East Asia, Japan, Korea, China, Taiwan, Hong Kong etc. Som-Ao and friends from facebook present day (March 2020) above. This trip I ended up bar-fining two ladies compared eleven ladyboys; instead of getting ladyboys out of my system the exact opposite had happened. In future holidays I would pretty much be chasing ladyboys only, though as a mate of mine is fond of saying “desperate times call for desperate measures” so I haven’t sworn off gg’s entirely, but they are a second choice. Recently Lilly Monster asked me why I prefer ladyboys to ladies and I explained once you’ve been with a ladyboy going with a lady is like Gin & Tonic without the Gin.

Mongers make plans and Buddha laughs.

Surprise Package ...continued: My intentions were that 5 days of ladyboys in Sodom-en-Sea would get this fetish out of my system before meeting up with my straight mates in Hua Hin, and from there we'd go to Samui and finally Phuket. However instead of slaking my thirst this had served only to wet my appetite, besides fate had other plans for me. My first night in Hua Hin one of my mates from back home and I were bar-hopping around Bintabaht until we finally hit upon Suki Bar. We were followed in by a couple of girls, I think my friend got lumbered with and older lady whilst this adorable little 18 year old was all over me. Pon was such a cutie, peppering me with those adorable little sniff kisses, and I wasted little time in bar-fining her. Back at my room I got a nice surprise when I found at this gg had a penis — I honestly didn’t realise she was a ladyboy at the time, and she didn’t think to mention this to me. She was also the first ladyboy to pop my cherry; she was keen to top and I found the juxtaposition very amusing, so I let her. Pon in December 2011 (at Suki Bar and sleeping off an hangover) Pon December 2012 at Suki Bar and recreating the Heidi Klum pose that was on so many T-shirts Pon May 2014 - Love Sea House (Hua Hin) Pon - May 2016 outside Yellow Bird disco (Udon Thani) Pon - April 2020 (facebook) I went back to Hua Hin a number of times after that and hooked up with Pon every time. Last time I saw her was in her home town of Udon Thani in 2016. Quite by chance and I bumped into her at Yellow Bird disco, a popular Thai place. Ironically this time what I didn't know until we go back to the room was that she’d had the chop and things quite literally where not the same. We're still friends on Facebook and from what I can gather she's quite popular amongst the South East Asians but I haven’t seen her in person since. To be continued...

Hi Boss was still alive and I think for a few years after that though I can't recall if I ever visitted but I do recall that they had repututation for the worst short-time rooms in Pattaya - imagine that scene "The Worst Toilet In Scotland" from Trainspotting. All the buzz on the forums seemed to be about Famous Bar; their the sodom and gomorrah boat-trips and late inght lock-ins etc - for those that don't know that was run by Lita (and Karl) of Lita Bar fame - but it was past it's heydey by the time I started visitting Pattaya. I've never really enjoyed Pook Six - I just didn't like the atmosphere the first few times I went - and as a result have never been to Pook Swan. That first trip Anaconda had just opened and to this today remains one of my favourite ladyboy bars - a perfect blend of beer bar and gogo. Somehow I found time to bar-fine the very cute Jay that first trip (above) - she disappeared from the scene for a few years, during which time she graduated from University, but is now back in Pattaya (recent picture below).

Once Bitten No-longer Twice Shy The previous holiday one of the lads said to me something along the lines of "you cannot come to Thailand once, now you've been you'll be back again". It was true, I'd been bitten by the bug and caught Thai fever. Twelve months after my mongering debut I was returning but this time for 3 weeks instead of just 10 days. This trip would mark a turning point for a number of reasons; it was my first part-solo venture that would see me breaking away from my “straight mates” and it would be the last trip I would pursue pussy in Thailand, after this it’d all be about the ladycock. It was to be my first time to Pattaya and I’d be doing it alone as I my holiday started 5 days before my friends. In the weeks whilst I waited for my trip I studied pattaya-addicts and pattaya-talk forum fo ther myths and legends of this new world, obsessed with learning whatever I could that would prepare me for my solo trip. It was there that I read trip reports by Alaskan Bear and PaulTain (who kindly wrote me a guide/map to Pattaya ladyboy bars); it was their rock star like adventures that eventually lead me to Ladyboys Pattaya. It was here on this holiday that I would have my first GFE too. I booked to stay at Queen Victoria on Soi 6; not because I knew of the legendary status of Soi Sex but because it seemed quite central and it amused me to be staying at a British pub in Thailand. Not realising at this time that Soi 6 was open from business from early afternoon I eagerly waited in my room until nightfall, saying farewell to sunlight and setting out to become what I became. The first bar I went to was So What bar pretty much adjacent to my hotel, and it was there I met Pat. Although I didn't barfine her straight away I came back for her at the end of the night and we ended up spending much of the next 5 days together. We went to Koh Larn, Big Buddha mountain, Anek Kuson Sala temple, Silver Lake vineyard and Pattaya Floating market. In many ways this is where the start of my blending mongering and sightseeing began; I said back in 2011 "I don't see myself as a Monger, rather a traveller who occasionally does some mongering". After that trip I only bar-fined Pat once again; I was more interested in sampling all Pattaya had to offer than having a girlfriend, and Pat doesn't like butterflies. In the years since the I've bumped into her a number of times; for a while she had a fiance but the last I heard was she's back in the game. Above is a photo of her from Nov 2019, apart from the bolt-ons, looking pretty much the same as she did Xmas 2011. To be continued...

I cannot attribute the details of my previous post to a good memory, but rather a detailed diary of my exploits written at or near the time. So unfortunately I have no recollection to compare this cutie too.

Do You Remember The First Time? That first encounter is a blur and I can't even blame the passage of time for it was the same alcohol coursing through my veins (along with Viagra) that gave me the Dutch courage to make that leap. Truth be told I probably would not have recognised her the following day were I to see her again, and I can't be certain if I remember what happened or just remember my memoirs as it all has such a dreamlike quality. Memory is such and unreliable thing which is partly why I write my Trip Reports; it wasn't so long ago that a BM PM'ed me about a ladyboy asking for details and I replied that I'd never heard of her. He went on to point out that I'd written (and posted photos) of her in my latest TR but I'd got no recollection. From Bangla Road we walked back to my room beyond the top of Soi Sansabai — a windowless little room in a newly built hotel as my disposable income was much less back then and things were done on a budget. My heart was pounding with a heady mixture of nerves and excitement that's akin to a rollercoaster ride. We showered separately, I remember it was one of those ambiguous control valves which was not obvious which direction was hot and which cold. When she emerges from the shower she's wearing only her black lingerie. We sit on the end of the bed and make out. She starts stroking my member with her tiny hand, and I run my hands over her soft, smooth skin. I soon remove her bra to reveal a pair of small perfectly formed breasts — at the time assumed they were implants, but I was later to learn that by taking enough females hormones ladyboys can grow modest breasts and even produce milk. So at this stage I'm beginning to have some small doubts whether I'm with a ladyboy at all; her tits though small are very real, her voice is feminine and I cannot see how she could be hiding anything in those insubstantial little panties. Things are really starting to heat up by now, gone is any initial shyness she may have displayed, and she's getting very passionate. She climbs on top of me and starts rubbing her crotch against my erection, dry humping me and before long I'm feeling ready to explode and we've barely got past first base. I lift her off me — she's a light as a feather — and lay her down beside me. I can't wait any longer, I'm both stupidly horny and also a little curious... still kissing I run my hand down her body and remove her panties to reveal a tiny penis no bigger than my thumb and a tuft of pubic hair. We continue kissing whilst gently wanking one another, and soon Mae's sucking my penis and stoking her hand along its length. Before long I have to stop her, I'm reaching climax but I want to slow things down and prolong the ecstasy. We begin kissing again and her she tastes slightly salty from my pre-cum, I move down her body and start kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples, and the next thing I know we're in a 69... it's the first time I've touched a cock that isn't my own let alone sucked one. It's not long before she shoots a small load in my mouth that's surprisingly tasteless, she increases her pace down at the business end and it mere moments before I nearly drown the poor girl in a tidal wave of love juice. I leave the agreed amount under her purse whilst she dresses and she disappears back into the night and out of my life forever. Back then I didn't think to take photo's or exchange contact details so the only proof I have that she ever existed is the memory of a memory....

That sounds similar to the ring that's in the bar complex of Chiang Mai.

Turning to the darkside I never did make it to Moscow and st. Petersburg, however 5 years later I was to return to Thailand for the first time as a single man and would have my first sexual encounter with a ladyboy. I've been going on holiday to the usual places like Ibiza and Faliraki with my mates, and although I was able to get laid most holidays it was a lot of effort for poor results and most of all I was getting bored with the same holidays. Doing nothing but drinking in bars that play crap music and spend the days lounging by the pool for one or two weeks. I was aware that some acquaintances of mine — lads that were more friends of friends — went on annual trips to Thailand, so I managed to invite myself along. Harboring secret fantasies of soapy massages with multiple fine featured "China" girls. The reality is somewhat different, as anyone who has seen the quintessential shapeless, short legged wide nosed Thai ladies stomping around in a flip-flops can attest to. The holiday commenced with a few days in Bangkok with one of the lads mates from back home; we did the usual sightseeing of the Grand Palace; I bought a suit from James Fashion; we had a night on Khan San Road and visited the red light districts of Patpong and Soi Cowboy. I remember seeing ladydrinks on the drinks menus and wondering what they were — "bloody expensive" my friend advised. It was on Soi Cowboy where I asked a likely looking geezer what's the crack was, and his words although somewhat cavalier have stuck with me all this time: "they're all in the game, not just the ones you meet in bars; all of them regardless of social status; it's just a matter of price". I was finally properly introduced to the p4p scene when we arrived in patong. Every day would be the same routine: mid-morning head down to the beach where the lads with meet up in the usual spot, get a sun lounger, and we would be waited upon buy eager vendors who used to welcome us with a cheery “Hello England” and ensured we never wanted for a beer or food or if we fell asleep that we were covered with a parasol, so we didn't burn. At the end of the day we would return to our respective hotels get cleaned up and have dinner before hitting the bars that were on our roster. The final bar if the evening was always freedom bar on Soi Eric, and it was here I made my first barfine. The lads have been a bit coy about how it all work up until this point as I was still uninitiated, but once it was clear I was going to bar fine one of the staff here they explained about the bar fine and remuneration for the girl. And so the same routine carried on every day for the next week and I assume for the lads who had longer stays of a full three/four weeks. I didn't bar fine a girl every night, perhaps once every two or three nights and I think most of the lads only 2 of 3 times for the whole 3-4 weeks they were there. the vastly overpriced Muay Thai boxing in Patong One of the nights I'd left it late finding a dance partner and the pickings all had two left feet. That is when I bumped into a little spinner called May freelancing on Bangla Road. Unlike many guys I wasn't looking to fulfil a fantasy, it was just an opportunity created by the situation that I took advantage of. I remember she had a micro penis which ironically I thought was very feminine — if a girl was going to have a dick it'll be a tiny little thing right? And never one to beat about the bush, I sucked my very first ladycock that very night. It wasn't that the sex was better or even that different really, but the excitement and anticipation I felt as we walked hand in hand back to my hotel was something I had not experienced since my teens. To misquote Madonna it was like being a virgin again. I had woken a hunger I’d never felt before. This and the fact that she asked for just 500 Bahts was enough to bring me back for more. I'm not proud of a fact but as a Yorkshire man, who was on a budget, I couldn't help thinking why pay 1500 plus bar fine and ladydrinks to get laid when I can do it for 500. On subsequent trips I would never try to pay so little but back then I was really trying to do the holiday on a shoe string. There were no big revelations, and I didn’t start questioning my sexuality — “Gay” is just a label and it doesn’t change what I like, what I find attractive — though I have been to Leeds Pride for the past 3 years with work. They provide sponsorship and it’s great day out in the sun; walking in the parade is like being in a Roman Triumph! Plus where else can you get your photo taken with a gay storm trooper.

It's never easy to proof read your own stuff. You end up reading what you meant to write not what is writen.

Back in the USSR You could say the first time I went to Thailand was by accident. It’s Summer of 2005, and I am planning a holiday for me and my long-term girlfriend. She's 6 years my junior, has just finished a history degree and is studying to become a teacher. With her passion for history we decided to go to Moscow and St. Petersburg, so I was on ceefax looking for holidays. Those of you who don't know about ceefax aka teletext it was a precursor to the internet. Pages of news and other information could be accessed through your TV, further pages would rotate through slowly and it could take half an hour to view a dozen pages. So I was scrolling through the holidays in search of a holiday to Russia, when I spotted a bargain for 10 days in Bangkok. I think flights and hotel were around £500 each. It didn't occur to me until part way through our holiday, when a taxi driver mentioned the tsunami, that it had been Thailand that had added been so badly hit less than a year. I guess back then my world view was quite narrow; if it didn’t affect me directly it didn’t really appear on my radar. Amazingly though there were no signs of the disaster anywhere we went. We stayed at the Mandarin Hotel on Rama IV Rd — which all the taxi drivers would mispronounce Mandolin. I could never decide whether it would have been racist of me to purposely mispronounce it in order to be understood as they never seem to know where I meant when I asked for Mandarin. I did very little in the way of planning; at least nowhere near as much as I do nowadays. I think I had borrowed a Lonely Planet travel book from someone, and we visited the Grand Palace and attempted some DIY walking tours through Chinatown. But mainly we got a nearby travel agency to arrange everything for us including an excellent day out to Ayutthaya; excursions to a floating market; the River Kwan; and elephant trekking. At the time it didn't occur to me that when we traveled in August it was low season, but back then we were getting 65 bahts to the pound and everything seemed so cheap. We even arranged for a trip to Phuket through the tour company — staying at the Baan Karonburi hotel. We had intended to go to a ladyboy cabaret show whilst in Phuket but severe sunburn curtailed our activities for a couple of days/nights so the only ladyboy I met was in a tour shop and she was far from passable. In the evenings we would rely on taxi drivers to take us somewhere suitable. Of course, they didn't have a clue; I remember one evening asking to go to a nightclub and the driver dropping us off at which in retrospect was a brothel — the cocktails were cheap though which was the only thing my girlfriend seemed to be interested in. We spent several evenings at Patpong; some girls have got a thing for buying shoes, for my girlfriend it was handbags and she enjoyed shopping for them almost as much as she did drink cheap cocktails so the night market there was a big hit with her. Maybe I was a bit naive but this was where I first witnessed p4p even though I didn't realize it at the time. All these beautiful young women out on "dates" with Caucasian men of all ages. My girlfriend always dismissed them as prostitutes but this didn't fit it to my idea of what prostitution was. Anyway not long after the holiday my girlfriend and I split up. We'd been on the rocks for some time and if I'd not already paid for the holiday I would have probably broken it off with her long before. I was madly in love with her but unfortunately she got a bit of a drink problem and without being nasty I think she got mental health issues. When things we're good we were amazing together; loved going to see the same films, concerts and travel and the sex was phenomenal, but it was exhausting dating her because I never knew when she would snap over the most insignificant things. Once I remember her going mad because I wouldn't agree with her that the white guy who played Ivan in the film The Machinist was the same actor (Lawrence Fish burn) who played the black guy (Morpheus) in The Matrix — what can you say in a situation like that when someone truly believes white is black.

Monkey Magic It was Christmas of 2010 the year it happened, and I was now a man of 34 years, though considered by many in our erstwhile community a boy — a young gun. I wanted to lose my self between the thighs of a lady of easy virtue. I wandered through the closing bars of Soi Bangla looking for a victim. But Lady Luck didn't oblige. Most of all I longed for a reawakening. I know that now. I invited it, a release from the monotony of everyday life. My invitation was open to anyone. Bar girls, street-walkers, whores and hookers... But it was a lady boy that accepted. As a child I was obsessed with a tv show called Monkey also known as Monkey Magic; a Japanese television show with Chinese characters travelling across India. The boy monk Tripitaka was played by a beautiful woman and several of the female deities played by men; with all this gender bending a young boy was bound to grow up confused. But truth be told it wasn't till 1993/4 that I discovered transsexuals whilst watching a late night documentary called "Boys from Brazil". I distinctly remember drunkenly knocking one out to these "beautiful" transvestis; though with the raging hormones 17-year old it held little significance and I soon forgot about it. I mean back then I could get turned on in the middle of a maths lesson or waiting at a bus stop — if only I could have that kind of libido again. What did stay with me though was my interest in all things from Southeast Asia; from Hong Kong action flicks of Bruce Lee and John Woo, to the art house films like House of Flying Daggers and Takeshi Miike's jidaigeki films. So I guess it was hardly surprising that one of my first girlfriends was from Southeast Asia; I'm a bit ashamed to admit I can't remember where she was from exactly, she moved to our small mining town in South Yorkshire during sixth form (year 12) as her dad had become the coach for a British table tennis team. Lucy Lui was her name and I still fondly remember her American accent, the feel of her slim body pressed against mine, the way her kisses tasted faintly of garlic, and the way her bullet nipples would harden at my touch. The relationship didn't last long though; after watching Oliver Stone's film The Doors Jim Morrison had become a bit of a role model for me, and I was intent on living a rock and roll lifestyle but without any of the talent. I'd got 3 girlfriends on the go at that time was drinking far too much, and taking their affections for granted. I’m still a fan of The Doors and after stumbling across a playlist on Air Emirates flights to BKK it has become a bit of a ritual of mine to listen to them to put me in the mood for my arrival in Sin City.

Shall we begin like "David Copperfield"? "I am born... ...I grew up." Or shall we begin when I was born to darkness, as I call it. That's where we should start, don't you think?

I'd forgotten all about that comic-strip... I must have had far to much spare time on my hands. I was thinking about your suggestion last night; it's been 15 years since my first holiday to Thailand and 10 years since my inaugural (what is now) bi-yearly pilgrimage. I was going over all my old photo's just t'other week as I had to re-build / upgrade my PC and perhaps now is a good time for a retrospective.

I did manage to fuck one in Saigon, but I'm still kicking myself that I passed over a real beauty in one of the bars and ended up looking a monkey instead. As one of my friends is so fond of saying desperate times call for desperate measures.

I've got very fond memories of that time and that TR. It's a little sad that Kendo felt the need to remove his posts, but I did get to read it one last time before he did so. We we only keep in touch sporadically, and haven't spoken in over a month but last I heard he was doing well.

It looks like I stopped posting my TR about 1/3 of the way through. FYI I'm still in touch with Som-Ao though she seems to be mainly marketing herself towards the Asian market. Good to hear from you ROM - I'm glad to know you're still alive and well and bringing much needed love to ladyboys!

They are doing routine sweeps following some recent crime reports. The BIB's answer is not to arrest the culprits but round up a load of ladyboys and line their own purses with the fines. Ineffectual c**ts!

I wouldn't hold your breath. Many failed attempts has proved it's not economically viable.

Thanx for the update Rossco!

Thanx Bro! I've made some updates based on the info you've provided. I keep hearing different reports about Lucky Love so I've kept it on the map (and Mucky Ducky too) but updated the description with your info. I had seen a few updates about La Bamba but could not be bothered to read them all to figure out what is happening exactly. However I had put an update in the description now and will move the marker and update the photo when appropriate.