Miss Bangkok: Memoirs Of A Thai Prostitute - Plot & Excerpts
But on rare occasions we got a younger, more attractive clientele. I often entertained these men, but I never permitted myself to develop feelings for any of them. Not that these feelings would necessarily have been requited anyway. For a long time I abided by this rule and lived a relatively uncomplicated life—until I met Jack. He was a 35-year-old engineer from California, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He was tall and well-built with a friendly demeanour— I later came to think of him affectionately as a big, friendly giant. I didn’t pay too much attention to him when he first entered the bar. I was busy arguing with a customer who was refusing to pay for drinks, and anyway, one of the other girls had singled him out the second he walked through the door. As my argument with the customer became more heated, I noticed Jack sitting to one side, eavesdropping on the dispute. He appeared to be highly amused by our exchange. When I first laid eyes on him I immediately questioned what he was doing in the bar—he wasn’t the sort of man who needed to pay for the company of a Thai woman.
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