Bangkok: The Original Sin City

My words cannot do justice to the bright lights and dark corners that pervade Bangkok. So, for this posting I will defer to the author of a book I recent finished called: The River at the Center of the World by Simon Winchester.

...there are many beautiful girls here. Girls who like foreigners very much... Simply crossing the street is a hormonal assault course. As I marched through the gloom toward the brilliantly lit hotel entrance - flashing neon Welcomes and promises of Untold Charms Within - my sleeve was plucked and my shoulders were rubbed by eight, ten young women, who dashed out from behind parked cars.
The patter was straight from a bad Berlitz course. You are so handsome. Your room number, please. I be your good friend. I very reasonable. My massage is excellent. You have much fun. Stop, kind mister, come here and let us have fuck. Getting rid of these girls was like swatting flys - as one brushed insect broke away, so another zoomed around to get at me on the other side. By the time I reached the hotel building I felt as though I had already had the massage I had been promised.