Pattaya, 02 Febr. 2012.
People from all over the world come to Pattaya, mostly males though with a wed appetite for Thai p*ssy, and the Hot Momma tribe servicing them, scenting the smell of Thai Baht about to come loose and zooming in for the kill...
Ekderly fat bellied European men wanting to play Russian roulette with what they consider monkey-brained undereducated females, f*ck the dreaded rubber and get laid as often as possible in a, say, three weeks of absolute delight holiday...tell the folks back home you are on some kind of study project, maybe a university research or a hilltribe trek up north near Changmai, nothing so select as trying to understand your understanding of local primitive cultures...
The truth might be a bit different, though, running around in a pair of ragged shorts and a sweaty chang beer stained T-shirts, on a mad search for a continuation of prostitutional shorttime affairs, add to that list that started years back, pattaya and its clan of local p*ssies being quite addictive...
in between lays talk about different postions with your mates, do you enjoy taking a woman from behind or are you an Aficionado of the church's approved missionary style, the crazy pope in Vatican City would go bonkers on a reliciously funded visit to sin city Pattaya, hail be to the Christian god and destroy Sodom and Gomorra...
Another fatso walking home, holding hands with yet another petite member of the Hot Momma Sisterhood, a bony chest dripping with sweat beneath an unbuttoned shirt, another antropologist with a h*rd-on drive...maybe he too belongs to the cult of Doggy Fasion, wants to declare war on the Sisters Of Mercy back home in the good old US of f*cking puritan A...after all, the rear attack is our god given blessed right, our inheritance from our ape like ancestors...
The endless narrative inside my poor Farang skull is still not at an end, I guess, my stories maybe useless and boring but will most likely continue for some time...
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