Pat Phong

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The king is not at all keen to have his pictures adorn the walls of "open pussy" shows. I knew it. Why let on, how you can manage to live like a " king". 
We went to Pat Phong yesterday. The seedier seamier side of this city. Everything Bangkok has been said it can be. 
We exited the taxi right outside a by lane ( all the bars etc are in by-lanes. Demarcated into various sins.) this lane looked busy and noisy with lots of signs reading " boys" and other names of that species. I was all ready to go in, but madhur backed up, rather White  in face. "no way am I going in there. Aaage chal". It was all gay. With men on men shows. I peeped in to see if I could see any women, and if this is where women would go for a show. Saw a few, but they could well have been men. The famous " lady boys". 
A man, and I have not seen a more weird looking one...  He had makeup all over his face. It was a decent face, and I yet wonder why he had on so much make up? Pink makeup, running with sweat, earned due to MBA form of marketing. All firms should pick up their marketing managers from here. These guys can sell to make straight men gay and vice versa. Ofcourse beauty companies should not hire them for makeup sales for very obvious reasons. 
These men have printed cards. I saw one, peeking over Madhur's shoulder. The list went-- Pussy show. Half pussy show. Open pussy show. Eat banana show. Wet show. Full sex show. Sexy girl show. U get the gist?  He insisted that we can see the insides before we pay "onee undled bhaaat per pelsun. ". Madhur was very iffy, because earlier I had mighty huge and colossal reservations and an extremely closed mind about this. Turning 40 was a nice thing to happen. And I insisted we go in. Walked up seedy staircase avoiding touching the Walls, and we were faced with topless women on a level standing next to poles. One woman's face caught my attention. The show was about to start. This woman was old. Wrinkled. And definitely in her 50's. She looked sad. There she was standing, idle waiting for the show to begin, the entire audience staring at them, and it made me feel a bit sick at heart. I guess they are used to this and it's no big deal, but I would like to think that they would love to be offered another job. Wishful hopes I know!! 
So we walked out, within 30 seconds and now the man insisted on knowing what we felt lacking. 
Great experience all in all. 
Then we went shopping in that area. Bought a few t shirts, etc. Sat in a taxi which insisted " we get out" if we want to pay by metre. So while getting off in the safety of our hotel doors I told him that he is a pig in Hindi. And asked him to go find out the meaning. N just before closing the taxi door i very sweetly told him the meaning. 
Seeing his red furious face, and seeing him drive the taxi away, tyres screeching,  made my day.