[Prostitution in Thailand] (01) Author: 6park_jlion

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cannot ignore Thailand, which boasts the world's largest red-light district, when discussing prostitution. I'm unsure if prostitution
is legal in Thailand; some say it is, others say it is. However, cracking down on the sex industry would be devastating for a country reliant on
tourism , so the government seems to tolerate it.
Can any experienced Thai law readers explain?

I've been to Thailand four or five times, both for business and leisure, always in Bangkok.
There are too many poor people in Thailand. A legitimate massage costs 200 baht per hour. During my time there, I mostly went out at night and
spent my days in massage parlors to recharge. Men do manual labor, and women who can endure poverty can
earn a living by giving massages. Those who can't endure it have to sell their bodies. Sometimes I wonder if this is also why there are so many ladyboys in Thailand
—it's become a way for women to make money quickly by selling their bodies. Although Thais live a frugal life,
their faces are filled with love and respect when their king is mentioned. I really don't understand how this incredibly wealthy Thai king
manages to keep his subjects so obedient.

Because the cost of living is low, and the climate is quite pleasant except for the summer heat, it's not just a great place for prostitution;
a vacation there is also very enjoyable. Many Japanese people go to Thailand to play golf, and you often see hotel
lobbies filled with golf club bags. Of course, the Japanese don't just stop at the 18 holes during the day; they also
play the 19th hole at night. There's a street in Thailand called Japanese Avenue, where all the buildings have
signs written in Japanese. Someone unfamiliar with the area might really think they're in Japan. The ground floor is mostly restaurants, legitimate massage parlors
, and convenience stores, while the upper floors are mostly karaoke bars, a favorite among the Japanese. In Thailand's so-called
karaoke bars, very few people actually sing. Upon entering, there's usually a
large platform with four or five steps leading up to the entrance, where heavily made-up women in formal dresses sit. Larger establishments might have hundreds of women for you to choose
from . When you glance at them, each one looks at you expectantly. The first
time I went, I felt a little nervous and embarrassed. Personally, I don't really like Thai karaoke bars. Maybe my
aesthetic is different from the Japanese. Most of the women are average-looking, not my type. Occasionally,
I'd spot only spoke Thai, leading to communication problems. After choosing a woman, customers
sit down to drink and chat. Of course, if you really want to sing, you can, but I've never
heard anyone sing in the places I've been. You drink, chat, and get acquainted with the women. If you like one, you pay a fee in
Thai baht , and that woman is yours for the night. This fee is called "paybar." The prices for escorts
vary depending on the length of time you spend with them: short (one-time service) and long (overnight service), costing
approximately 1500 and 2500-3000 Thai Baht respectively. These prices are incredibly competitive,
attracting hordes of Japanese tourists. I mentioned before that a decent spa in Japan costs 60,000
yen for two hours; 60,000 yen is enough to keep you happy from Monday to Friday in Thailand. Japan's Tomb Sweeping Day
is in August, also known as Obon. One year during the Obon holiday, I went to Thailand, and every night there were so many Japanese people.
I often saw groups of elderly Japanese men in their fifties and sixties sitting in the small private rooms, each
with a girl younger than their daughter sitting next to them or on their lap. A Japanese child who was with me laughed and said, "If
this continues, Japan is really going to collapse."

I have a Japanese junior colleague at work who shares my interests. He
once karaoke. Since then, every time he comes to Thailand, he only goes to karaoke. He told me about a friend from his hometown who was a virgin before coming to Thailand and lost his virginity there. That's not all; the most amazing thing is that this guy fell in love at first sight with the woman
who deflowered him. They dated, eventually got married, and the woman is now living happily with him in Japan. I heard she's recently become pregnant. I don't understand Japanese values. I remember when Ai Iijima was still on TV, she met an old lady The old lady was so excited and said, "Aijima, you must come and be our daughter-in-law!" I didn't believe Japanese people were so tolerant of prostitutes back then, but after hearing my junior colleague's story, I really do believe it. One summer, this junior colleague and I went to Thailand together. I thought since we were all going together, we should do the same things . For three nights in Thailand, I accompanied him to karaoke every day. On the first day, I spent ages choosing a girl who looked very Thai, a bit wild. Back at the hotel, after she was undressed, I was utterly disappointed. Her breasts were not only shriveled but also sagging. I'd seen pictures online of women's breasts after drug use, and they were nothing like that—like two dried grapes. I was glad I'd booked Short. I quickly finished and sent her away. The next day, I found a girl who claimed to be under 20, a fresh-faced type. Before going to sleep, she sat facing the wall on the bed, covered with a blanket, and told me she was praying. During sex, she kept crying out in pain, which really dampened my spirits. In the middle of the night, she woke me up saying she'd had a nightmare and couldn't stay in my room any longer. I was stunned. Then I thought there was no point in keeping her, so I let her go. I need to tell you about the third day. The Japanese guy who came with me had already chosen a girl and was waiting for me. Since I was going back to Japan the next day, I wanted to make the most of my last night . I went to several different shops but couldn't find anything suitable. I felt bad keeping , so I sent him back to the hotel and continued looking. Just as I was about to give up on the last one, a girl in casual clothes walked in. She had short, flowing hair and looked very stylish. My eyes lit assistant and pointed to her. He said she had just started working that night and spoke fluent Japanese. I thought, "Great! She's the one." We had a beer together and chatted briefly. Her name was Wan. Up close, her makeup was unusually heavy, but I felt comfortable around her. I called the madam, Paybar , and booked a long room. Looking at my watch, it was only a little past eight, so I asked Wan what we should do discussing it for a while, we decided to go bowling. We took the BTS (Skytrain) to the bowling alley . Traffic in Thailand is terrible; try to take the subway or Skytrain whenever possible. Taking a taxi will get you stuck in traffic, and there are many unscrupulous taxi drivers. Without a local by your side, you're likely to get ripped off. We arrived at the bowling alley around nine o'clock. It was crowded, and there were no empty lanes. Wan asked and was told we'd have to wait half an hour.

After an hour, I ordered some drinks and waited. Suddenly, Wan mentioned that a
girl she knew who also worked at a karaoke bar was already playing with customers there, and asked if I minded playing on the same fairway as them. Since
she didn't mind, I agreed. After changing my shoes, Wan led me to her friend's fairway.
A young woman in her early twenties, the petite and cute type that Japanese people love, and a middle-
aged Japanese man with graying hair, around fifty years old, were playing enthusiastically. We didn't introduce ourselves, just nodded to each other
and started playing. Despite being over fifty, the man was remarkably energetic and interacted very enthusiastically with the young woman.
At first, we were a little reserved, but after a while, we warmed up to each other and started acting normally,
hugging , kissing, and being affectionate, as if no one else was around, making Wan and me a little embarrassed. We chatted casually for a bit
, and it turned out we lived relatively close to each other in Japan. The older man suggested we not ask each other's names, adding that he
came to Bangkok two or three times a year to see his "little sweetheart," and that Thailand was truly paradise. A little while later, Wan mentioned she had a
friend at home who was free, and asked if she could invite her over. I said sure, and twenty minutes later, the
friend arrived. I stared at her, my eyes nearly
popping out of my head – it was Raisin from the first day! Raisin looked at me, a little embarrassed, but I still gentlemanly gave her a big hug. Wan
was also surprised, saying, "You two know each other? How about a threesome tonight?" Thinking of those two "raisins," I frowned at Wan
, and Wan didn't say anything more. And so, Wan, Raisin, and the two clowns –
the five of us – went bowling. As I played, I kept thinking. This guy seemed to be
a mid-level manager in some company in Japan, and he probably always acted respectable towards his subordinates. But in Thailand, he became a completely different person—to put it bluntly
, a bit shameless. Are all people like that, with a completely different true self beneath their masks?
Raisin and I had a one-night stand, and our connection hadn't ended, so we were bowling together again
. Who knows where we'll run into each other again? Before I knew it, we'd played two rounds, and it was almost 11 pm. I told Wan we should call it a night, and
the two clowns agreed
. The guy and I paid the bill; with drinks and food, it came to less than 3,000 baht. The guy said I was older and let me pay 1,000. After leaving the bowling alley, we went our separate ways home.

On the way home, Wan hailed a famous Bangkok tuk-tuk—an electric tricycle. Wan
, being a local, managed to bargain down a price I thought was impossible, and then she still thought it was expensive.
We bought some beer and snacks at a small shop near the hotel called Seven-Eleven and went back to the hotel with Wan
. We sat on the sofa and chatted for a while over beer. Wan was very talkative and told me
about . We quickly became close. There was an old Japanese man who really liked Wan.
He would call her often to check on her. He even called while Wan and I were together. The
funniest thing was that Wan said that although the old man had slept with her a few nights, he had never
touched her. I wondered if this old Japanese man also had Platonic love. After a few rounds of drinks, I told Wan that we
should rest. I told her to watch TV while I took a shower. After showering, I felt much better. I went back to the bedroom, and Wan
went to shower too. Before going into the bathroom, Wan told me that she was going to remove her makeup. Everyone said that I looked even more like a ghost without makeup, and that I should
be prepared. I laughed and said that I had seen everything and that she should bring it on. After washing up, Wan came into the bedroom
wrapped in a towel. I'm really grateful she warned me beforehand so I could be mentally prepared; she really looked terrible, including her face
. Her skin was dark and dull, just as she said, like a ghost. I gritted my teeth, thinking that even though she
really looked like a ghost, I couldn't say that, so I said she was alright. Fortunately, her skin was relatively smooth. During our encounter,
Wan was passive, and being a beauty-obsessed person, I couldn't muster any interest in someone unattractive.
We finished quickly, and I said I was tired and we should rest. Wan probably sensed my low spirits but didn't say much.
I slept until dawn, thinking that if we didn't go again, Wan might think I was neglecting her, so I went for a second
round with my morning erection. I got up around 8 a.m., washed up, gave Wan her payment, and we went to Starbucks for breakfast
before parting ways. Although Wan wasn't pretty, there was a strange sense of peace in being with her; in Japanese, it's called "healing
type." I guess that might be what that old Japanese man liked about her.
We kept in touch sporadically on Line after that . Whenever there was an earthquake in Japan, Wan would send me a message to ask
if I was safe. I guess he was a loyal friend.

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