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I’d stroll in—hypothetical, ‘kay?—all bouncy, like, “Hiya, ladies!” Probly trip over me own feet, ‘cause I’m a klutz. Them girls, tho, tough as jellyfish stingers. Workin’ hard, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me mad—some jerks treat ‘em like trash. I’d zap ‘em with me spatula, pow! But then, happy vibes—some gals run the show, makin’ bank, livin’ free. Surprised me, for real.

That friend. — are there rumors that the brothel's queens...

The Thai male only brothel that I went to was dirt cheap compared to foreign male brothels. It only cost $ Thai baht. In USA dollars.

Then, I decide to take a stroll by the river. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and I’m like, “I used to be a champ at this!” So, I join in. Big mistake. I trip over my own feet and faceplant right in front of them. They’re laughing, and I’m just lying there, thinking, “Great, now I’m the clown of Qusmuryn.”