A friend visited Bangkok recently, and was astounded to receive a text message from a gogo girl, admonishing him for visiting Nana Disco, when he’d only been in there for two minutes.
At the time, I chuckled and warned him that the Bangkok Bargirl Grapevine is far more efficient than the internet for transmitting information instantly.
But even I was surprised when the same friend, now in the UK, informed me exactly what I’d been up to in Bangkok the night before, courtesy of his girl’s network of spies.
The Bangkok Bargirl Grapevine has gone intercontinental.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Bangkok Bad Boy