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November 26, 1978 East Village – Journal Entry

November 27, 2023 – 10:47 am

I’m completely broke once more after two week’s without work. I suppose this depression about money will be my guiding light for the futre, but I can’t worry about the trivialities about which I can’t do anything. Somehow I have to find a job. THE HUDSON DOCKS NOVEMBER 1978 November night Derelict docks stretch along […]

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Sirens of Soi 6 # 1

July 29, 2023 – 7:20 am

Written Apr 16, 2016 at 07:20 Soi 6 was never quiet day or night. Motorcycles roared down the narrow street. Western and Thai music blasted from a score of competing sound systems. The conversations between the girls were in loud Thai accompanied to shouts at the farang men braving the gauntlet of bars running from […]

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Two For One Sirens of Soi 6 # 8

July 22, 2023 – 9:32 pm

The girls at the Chic Bar were drunk. Nat had bought two bottles of whiskey to celebrate her upcoming trip to Australia. Her boyfriend had paid for her visa, passport, and flight, plus sent enough money to her home in Isaan for her mother to purchase two buffalo. While all the girls at the bar […]

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Siren of Soi 6 # 7

July 22, 2023 – 8:41 pm

The mama-san of the Chic Bar watched her two best girls leave the front terrace. Nat and Ping said that they were getting some som-tam. All the girls on Soi 6 loved the fiery mango salad. Anyone from Isaan called the popular dish Tam mak hoong. The two short-timers waved down a passing motorcycle with […]

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GIRLS LIKE GIRLS by Peter Nolan Smith

July 20, 2023 – 12:00 pm

WRITTEN Sep 19, 2016 at 12:00 The political situation in Bangkok had gotten out of control in 2010. The red shirts controlled the city. The police did nothing. People called them daeng moh or watermelon. They were red on the inside. Thaksin was a fellow cop. The Army was in the hands of the old […]

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