Around 11pm, the security guard at my building, a heavy set guy approaching 50, and I set off to have a few beers at a local mystery establishment. I’ve been curious about this particular place I’ve often passed, but up until last night I hadn’t built the courage to stick my head in–now that I had a seasoned local to accompany me, I was ready to stick my finger in the mousetrap.
From the outside, it looks like it could be a local indoor restaurant, but upon inquiring with the security guard at my apartment–who seems to know the ins and outs of the city–I learned that it’s apparently the ‘prime parlor’ of Samut Songkhram with ‘everything’ available. Okay, so a few beers ought to sate my curiosities, so I told myself.
As you likely figured out, this was no drinking hole, not by priority anyway. When we first entered the dimly lit front customer-less corridor with several rows of tables with plastic lawn chairs, and about 6 or so girls sitting around idle, we chose a table to sit down and ordered a beer as we surveyed our environment.
Moments later, a 30 something lady adorned with tatoos on her shoulders and deep conviction in her eyes asked, ‘Anything else?’
My acquaintance replied with his own question, ‘What’s on offer?’
There was obviously no beating around the bush here. “Everything you see, 300 baht. We have one 500 baht girl, over there in pink striped shirt,” the lady pointed to a small girl in her early 20s sitting down with her lifeless face committed to some knitting project.
My acquaintance turned towards me, and I said beer is fine for now. Over the next few beers, more customers–groups of two to three guys poured in and took seats as the half a dozen girls sat at their two tables uninterested in anything or anyone else .
On the third beer now, I called over the hostess, who though spoke Thai even more fluently than me, was clearly not a Thai native–Some ethnic Myanmar race is what I’d guess. I wanted to know more about this places services. What exactly did 300 or 500 baht entitle.
“30 minutes in a room upstairs. Girl keeps her top on, only removes her pants.”
Somewhat shocked about the bluntness of the service, I inquired on. “What if I don’t want to do that deed, and simply want a massage for an hour?”
“Up to you, same price.”
Seeing the most appealing girl yet in slacks and black shirt enter the room from out of nowhere (perhaps just finishing the deed) sit down a nearby table and begin knitting , I inquired if she was also part of the selection.
“She is no good. I can not guarantee her.” She pointed to a different girl who was thicker and unappealing by even desperate standards. “She is good natured. You will be satisfied with her.”
“Nah, I don’t want to pay anybody for their ‘nature’ nor do I plan on doing the deed, just curious. Perhaps if you sent one of the girls over to talk, I might consider a massage.” The alcohol was taking over.
“It’s against the rules. The girls can not sit down and talk to any customers. You must pay the money and go to the room only.”
The longer I was in this joint and understood the culture and nature of the place and its service, the less I wanted to be there, and felt ashamed for being there. Any remaining desire for debauchery had vanished at that point. “Beer will do just fine.”
After that fourth beer, I told my acquaintance that it was time to go home as I had no desire to do anything with any girl. After paying the tab which was 100 baht a beer, much too high considering we were sitting on plastic lawn chairs, we left and I didn’t turn back.
In conclusion, I don’t recommend or endorse anyone, Thai or foreigner, supporting or paying for any such brothel prostitution in Thailand and elsewhere. Such brothels are a disgusting excuse for a ‘services’ establishment and a disgrace to civilization. Perhaps I wouldn’t complain so much, if in fact it was a drinking hole on the surface, with comfortable seating and an opportunity for the girls and customers to actually talk to each other, and mutually make a decision to do anything else or not.
While I can’t say that ‘free willed’ girls who choose to offer intimate / sexual services in legit establishments, i.e. turkish bath/soapy massage is immoral, such brothels as described here–found all over Thailand, are immoral and should be avoided, for the sake of health and morality.
As prostitution is illegal in Thailand, such places only thrive by paying off local police, apparently, which means every city or district in Thailand which has a brothel (quite a lot) has corruption that endorses such slavery and disgrace. Such a shame…and I am ashamed of myself for even sticking my nose where it shouldn’t have been. Even though I didn’t pay for any services, I am somewhat disgusted for even inquiring. Let this blog be a lesson for any other curious cats.
While 300 baht (under 10 US dollars) may sound like a cheap and convenient deal without beating around the bush, wining, dining, etc… DON’T DO IT. Chances are, you are paying a slave to rent out her used up genitals for half an hour. By fate or karma, she finds herself in this undesirable situation, and one must only think about the ‘wrongness’ of it all. I do believe that anyone who pays for such service is only legitimizing such slavery and is better off sticking his genitals elsewhere.
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