The Gulf of Thailand (Pranburi)

“How much is she?” the bald guy asked me as I walked past in the crowd of the Hilton Hua Hin. And my blood boiled as I looked ahead and moved past. My eyes were fixed on Jasmin – and she was oblivious to the world. She was doing what I do when the world is falling apart all around me – she was dancing.

And it’s very hard for people to understand us. Our core is dance. Although we are cocky about how good we are – we are not professional and up against dance champions – we would probably get our asses kicked. But together we are dynamite.

I mean that in both a good and bad way. Sometimes we catch the dance floor on fire. And sometimes we try to catch the place we are living in on fire with a lighter.

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Mondays Are Yellow (Bangkok, Thailand)

At first I thought it was just an incredible fashion faux pas – but in the thousands. Everyone was wearing yellow shirts in Bangkok. I mean – I had the song, “One Night in Bangkok” going over and over in my head – and the city was nothing like I had expected.

I imagined debauchery. Drunkness. Orgies. Filth. Underlords. I got a contemporary city with massive, gleaming skyscrapers that reached towards the sky. Traffic that for the most part obeyed the red lights (except for the occasional scooter).

It was very much like my impression of Amsterdam. I had always imagined a Gotham City when I arrived in Amsterdam where drugs and prostitution was legal. But instead, it was a charming city, clean, and family-centric.

And here instead of seeing nudity and dozens of lady boys - I was seeing yellow shirts. Thousands of yellow shirts.

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