Prostitution in Thailand (01)

Speaking of prostitution, one cannot ignore Thailand, which boasts the world's largest red-light district. 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 like Thailand, which relies heavily on tourism, so the government seems to tolerate it. Can any experienced Thai law commentators explain? I've been to Thailand four or five times, both for business and personal travel, always in Bangkok. There are so 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 resort to selling their bodies. Sometimes I wonder if this is why there are so many ladyboys in Thailand—it's a quick way for women to make money through prostitution. Although Thais live a very frugal life, they show immense love and respect when they talk about their king. I really don't understand how this incredibly wealthy king manages to keep his subjects so obedient. Because the cost of living is low, and the climate is generally pleasant except for the summer heat, it's not just a great place to buy sex; 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 on both sides have signs written in Japanese. Someone unfamiliar with the area might really think they're in Japan. The ground floor is mostly filled with 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, there aren't many people actually singing. Upon entering, there's usually a large platform with about four or five steps leading up to it, where women dressed in formal dresses and heavily made-up sit. Larger establishments can have hundreds of women sitting there 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. I don't really like karaoke in Thailand. Maybe my taste is different from the Japanese. Most of the girls there are just average-looking, not my type. Occasionally, I'd spot a girl who caught my eye, but she only spoke Thai, so communication was a problem. After choosing a girl, you 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 to know her. If you like her, you pay around 1000 baht, and that girl is yours for the night. This fee is called "paybar." The price for a girl's services varies depending on the length of time you spend with her: a short time (one-time service) or a long time (overnight). The prices are roughly 1500 and 2500-3000 baht respectively. The price is so competitive that hordes of Japanese people flock to it. I mentioned last time that a decent sofa 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 called Obon. One year during the Obon holiday, I went to Thailand, and there were so many Japanese people every night. I often saw groups of Japanese men in their fifties and sixties sitting in the small private rooms next to each other, with a girl younger than their daughter sitting next to them or on their laps. The Japanese kid who went with me laughed and said to me, "If this continues, Japan is really going to collapse." I have a Japanese junior colleague at work who shares my interests. This guy once visited Thailand with friends from his hometown and went to karaoke. 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 on the street. 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 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. In Thailand...For three nights, I accompanied him to karaoke every day. On the first day, after much deliberation, I booked a girl who looked very Thai, a bit wild. Back at the hotel, after she was undressed, I was greatly 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. On the second 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 was very disappointing. In the middle of the night, she woke me up saying she had a nightmare and couldn't stay in my room any longer. I was stunned, but then I thought there was no point in keeping her, so I let her go. The third day is worth telling. The Japanese guy who came with me had already chosen a girl and was waiting for me. Since I was returning to Japan the next day, I wanted to create a beautiful memory for the last night. I went to several stores but couldn't find anything suitable. Feeling bad about keeping my Japanese companion waiting, I sent him back to the hotel and continued looking. Just as I was about to give up on the last store, a woman in casual clothes walked in. Her short, flowing hair and chic appearance immediately caught my eye. I quickly called over the shop assistant and pointed to her. He said she had just started working that evening and spoke excellent Japanese. I thought, "Great! She's the one!" We shared a beer and chatted briefly. The woman's name was Wan. Upon closer inspection, her makeup was unusually heavy, but I felt comfortable around her. I called the madam, PayPal, and booked a long table. Looking at my watch, it was only a little past eight, so I asked Wan what we should do before heading back to the hotel. After some discussion, 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 9:00 AM. It was crowded, and there were no empty lanes. Wan asked around and was told there would be a 30-minute wait. We ordered some drinks and figured we'd wait. Suddenly, Wan mentioned that a girl she knew who also worked at a karaoke bar was already playing with her customers. She asked if I minded sharing a lane with them. I figured if they didn't mind, I didn't care either, so I agreed. After changing my bowling shoes, Wan led me to her friend's lane. 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 having a great time. We all tacitly agreed to play together. After introductions and nods, the interaction began. The man, despite being over fifty, was remarkably vigorous and interacted very enthusiastically with the young girl. At first, we were a little reserved, but after a while, we warmed up and he reverted to his true self, hugging and kissing her affectionately, oblivious to everyone else, making Wan and me a little embarrassed. We chatted briefly and realized we lived relatively close to each other in Japan. The man suggested we not ask each other's names, adding that he comes to Bangkok two or three times a year to see his "little sweetheart," and that Thailand is truly paradise. A little while later, Wan mentioned she had a friend at home who was free and asked if she could invite her along. "Let's play," I said, and twenty minutes later, this girl actually showed up. I looked closely and my eyes almost popped out—it was Raisin from the first day! Raisin looked at me with a slightly embarrassed expression, but I still gentlemanly gave her a big hug. Wan was also surprised and said, "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. While bowling, I thought, "This guy looks like he's probably a mid-level manager at some company in Japan..." He was always so respectable to 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 wasn't over yet, as we were bowling together again. Who knows where we'll run into each other again? Before we knew it, we'd played two rounds, and around 11 pm, I told Wan we should call it a night. The two clowns agreed. The uncle and I paid the bill, which, including drinks and food, was less than 3,000 baht. The uncle 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, which is basically an electric tricycle. Wan, being a local, bargained down a price I thought was impossible, and then she still thought it was expensive. Near the hotel, in Severn- Eleven bought some beer and snacks 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 the guests she had met. I quickly felt close to Wan. There was an old Japanese man who really liked Wan. He would call her often to check on her. He even called when I was with Wan. The most interesting 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 more refreshed. 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 bath 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 all over, just as she said, like a ghost. I gritted my teeth, thinking that even though she really did look like a ghost, I couldn't say that, so I said it was alright. Fortunately, her skin was relatively smooth. During the encounter, Wan was on the defensive, and I'm a sucker for beautiful women, so I couldn't muster any interest in someone who wasn't good-looking. We finished quickly, and Wan said we were tired and should rest. Wan probably sensed my low spirits but didn't say much. I slept until dawn, thinking that if I didn't do it again, Wan might think I was neglecting her. So, with a morning erection, we went for a second round. Around 8:00 AM, I got up, washed, 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 about being with her; in Japanese, it's called "healing type." I guess that might be what that old Japanese man liked about her. Afterwards, we kept in touch sporadically on the LINE app. Whenever there was an earthquake in Japan, Wan would message me to check on my safety, which was quite kind of her.Before the bathroom, Wan told me she was going to remove her makeup, and everyone said I looked even more like a ghost without it, so I should be prepared. I laughed and said I'd seen everything, so bring it on. After Wan finished washing up, she came into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. I really have to thank her for telling me in advance so I could be mentally prepared. She really looked terrible, including her face. Her skin was dark and dull, just like 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 it was okay. Fortunately, her skin was relatively smooth. During the battle, Wan was passive. I'm a beauty-obsessed person, and I really can't get excited about someone who isn't good-looking. We finished quickly and Wan said we were tired today, so let's rest. Wan probably noticed that I wasn't in a good mood and didn't say much. I slept until dawn and thought that if I didn't do it again, Wan might think I was neglecting her. So, with a morning erection, we went for a second round. 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 about being with her; in Japanese, it's called "healing type." I guess that might be what that old Japanese man liked about her. Afterwards, we kept in touch sporadically on the LINE app. Every time there was an earthquake in Japan, Wan would message me to check on my safety, which was quite kind of her.Before the bathroom, Wan told me she was going to remove her makeup, and everyone said I looked even more like a ghost without it, so I should be prepared. I laughed and said I'd seen everything, so bring it on. After Wan finished washing up, she came into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. I really have to thank her for telling me in advance so I could be mentally prepared. She really looked terrible, including her face. Her skin was dark and dull, just like 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 it was okay. Fortunately, her skin was relatively smooth. During the battle, Wan was passive. I'm a beauty-obsessed person, and I really can't get excited about someone who isn't good-looking. We finished quickly and Wan said we were tired today, so let's rest. Wan probably noticed that I wasn't in a good mood and didn't say much. I slept until dawn and thought that if I didn't do it again, Wan might think I was neglecting her. So, with a morning erection, we went for a second round. 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 about being with her; in Japanese, it's called "healing type." I guess that might be what that old Japanese man liked about her. Afterwards, we kept in touch sporadically on the LINE app. Every time there was an earthquake in Japan, Wan would message me to check on my safety, which was quite kind of her.

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