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Do you know something? You are acting like the child you were roughly a year ago when you were discussing the farmer outside Tokyo who for decades had refused to sell his land to enable Narita Airport to expand as it wished. You told readers in post after post after post after post that he was wrong. He should have taken the money. Yet those who had lived in Japan a great deal longer than your few weeks there, who understood and respected Japan's history, culture and traditions, who understood how the Japanese revere their land, who accepted the decision of the governments of the day and who, most importantly of all, respected the views of the tens of millions of Japanese (if not more) who sided with the farmer, meant absolutely nothing to you. They were wrong! The farmer was wrong! Only you were right! Now it is the same. You refuse to accept that other government medical experts may be wrong on the issue of cicumcision because you are right. Well, you are again wrong! And guess what? The farmer is still there. And world governments who are not in favour of circumcision will not change their minds after all the debate on the issue just because you throw at them some studies they no doubt read ages and ages ago. Do with your copies as you wish. But accept that a large majority of our varied world just does not agree with the practice. End of discussion.

1. Naked Homophobia There is one anniversary which I consider very important in our gay calendar which I will write at length about next month (yes, for those who don’t like long blog-type articles, please do not bother to read either this or it). There is an event about to take place in England which I now remark on here. Both refer back to major events in gay history around 60 and 70 years ago, one in the USA, the this one in England. Both should be remembered even at length when we consider the relative freedoms we all now enjoy as gay men. (As this post deals with England, American readers may wish to skip it, although it is no doubt mirrored by similar events in their own country.) As most readers will know, the legal system in England and Wales is different from that in Scotland. The former decriminalised homosexual behaviour between consenting adults in 1967; the latter not until 1981. Whereas between the two World Wars homosexuality appears to have been rather brushed aside as a matter of little public import, in England the anti-brigade thereafter suddenly seemed to burst into life. We all know from the film The Imitation Game that the code breaker Alan Turing was gay. We know too that through his work he shortened the course of the War in Europe by, some say, two years. Gay relationships existed post war, but it was far from easy and most gay men found most sexual gratification through casual acquaintanceships, often in public lavatories, a practice known as “cottaging”. I do not know anything about Turing’s habits. All I am aware of is that he was discovered to be homosexual only because he freely admitted it to the police. His house had been burgled, ironically by a friend who himself was homosexual. That ‘friend’ was one of his casual sexual acquaintanceships, a 19-year old unemployed youth he had met outside a cinema. When explaining the events of that night with the police, he was confronted with the information about his friend. When asked if he, too, was homosexual, he did not try to hide it. Although he was the complainant, his solicitor urged him to plead guilty. He was then charged with “gross indecency” and given the option of two-years in jail or chemical castration. Had the police had any idea of his wartime service, the chances are the case would have been swept under the carpet. But he was bound by the terms of the Official Secrets Act and would have been subject to even greater legal penalties had be broken them. Rather than go to jail, in March 1952 he chose chemical castration. It ruined him. He lost his security clearance and hence the job he loved. He was still able to travel in Europe and in more tolerant Norway did find another man he enjoyed being with, Kjell Carson. He invited him to spend some time with him in England. But the authorities intercepted the postcard on which Kjell had informed Turing of his travel plans. They then deported him before the two could be reunited. In June 1954 he committed suicide. The English establishment had effectively murdered the one man who had save countless hundreds of thousands of lives less than a decade earlier. Alan Turing - Photo: The Nationlal Portrait Gallery, London Turing was just one of many rounded up in what became essentially a witch-hunt. Entrapment was one of their methods. Young handsome police officers were actually trained how to troll around cottages, shown how to seduce men and then wait to be propositioned before making an arrest. One caught in this trap was one of Britain’s most famous actors, the recently knighted Sir John Gielgud. He was taken to court in 1953, like Turing pleaded guilty and was fined £10 for “persistently importuning young men for immoral purposes.” Although he had been allowed to appear in the dock under the pseudonym John Smith, a journalist in court recognised him. As this was splashed all over the newspapers, for many in England it was a scandal to revel in. Yet more evidence of the furtive, dirty lives of men who were deviants, no matter their reputation! For it was fact that those people who even considered homosexuality at that time did so with revulsion. Gielgud himself was utterly mortified. He believed his career was ruined and, as he told his biographer Sheridan Morley, he considered suicide. It was only thanks to the love and loyalty of his many friends that he remained alive. As the Turing case was made into a film, so Gielgud’s case became the subject of the 2008 play Plague ever England. Its author, Nicholas de Jongh, wrote at the time that he wanted to use the offence to illustrate the depths to which the law in 1950s Britain had sunk in terms of enabling the prosecution of tens of thousands of men simply because of their sexuality. And as we know, both men are now held in the highest possible regard in Britain. Turing had the remarkable honour – and honour it was because he was one of less than a handful – to receive an official unconditional pardon not just from the Prime Minister but also from The Queen (although I am not sure why it should be termed an “honour” when he had to die before receiving it). His face now adorns Britain’s £50 notes. English heritage has had a plaque placed on the house where he lived. Most notably for the gay community, Turing himself would probably be most pleased that parliament passed the Turing Law in 2017 which effectively pardons most categories of living and deceased gay men and is intended to wipe their criminal histories from the official records. Just one well-known name to receive the pardon is Oscar Wilde. While most welcomed the move, some campaigners to change the law claim it does not go far enough. Being pardoned automatically presumes one has been guilty of some offence. George Montague said he would refuse the pardon. Instead he wants a formal apology for government actions. Still, from saviour from war, to convicted criminal, to suicide, to becoming known to all in the UK in a very positive light and a gay martyr as a sort of icing on the cake, Turing’s existing family members must be in some senses pleased. Sir John Gielgud - Photo: Godfrey Argent 1969 Sir John took most of a year off appearing on the stage following the publicity surrounding his conviction. He gradually worked his way back, first touring a one-man show and then in some of the many plays being written by the new generation of “angry young playwrights” like Harold Pinter, John Osborne and Arnold Wesker angry at the state of Britain and many of its communities. But first he had to complete performances of the play he was then appearing in. As one blog site (listed below) writes of that first evening – The day that the news broke of Gielgud’s arrest he was paralysed with fear. At the time, he was in Liverpool, starring in a performance alongside the formidable Dame Sybil Thorndike, and felt it almost impossible to go onto the stage that night. As the curtain was about to go up, something remarkable is reported to have happened. Dame Sybil grabbed Sir John by the arm and whispered in his ear, “Come on John darling, they won’t boo me”. With that, she led Gielgud out into the dazzling lights of the Royal Court Theatre. You can almost feel the tension as the expectant audience stared down at the two theatrical legends — one intent on giving her usual astounding performance, the other shaking like a shitting dog. There was silence. Not a shout. Not a boo. Not even a cough. And then…..a standing ovation. The audience cheered and applauded Gielgud, raising the roof of the Liverpudlian theatre. The message could not have been more abundantly clear. The people did not give two hoots what Johnny got up to in his private life, they considered him an outstanding actor and held him and his performances in such high regard. His sexuality did not matter. Dame Sybil Thorndyke; “a glorious actress” quote from the celebrated British actor Paul Scofield - Photo: unknown That summing up may not have been entirely true, but it was to have two effects. The first is that Gielgud’s view against suicide was reinforced. Far more importantly it led to a far deeper public discussion about homosexuality and why it was regarded as such a heinous moral crime. It was to play a key part in parliament’s further enquiries and finally decriminalising homosexuality in England and Wales in 1967. It is important to realise that the law was not merely intended to ferret out homosexuals and parade them as deviants. Equally it played an important role in preventing gay men, however closeted, from certain professions. One was the law itself. As a young Jewish man born in 1951 who knew he was gay, Terence Etherton realised he was destined for a career in medicine or law. Even though the gay section of the law had been changed, the views of many higher up the profession had not. Etherton was aware that the conservative (with a small ‘c’) wing of the legal profession would prevent his becoming an elite Queen’s Counsel, the highest rank for a barrister, and that he could never become a judge. Although the law had by now been changed, the Conservative Government’s Lord Chancellor in the early 1970s, Lord Hailsham, had made his disgust of homosexuality. Very clear. Earlier when appearing before the Wolfenden Committee which had recommended parliament change the law, Hailsham stated, “The instinct of mankind to describe homosexual acts as ‘unnatural’ is not based on mere prejudice.” In a 1994 BBC programme he went a lot further. “All the homosexuals I have known have been extremely eager, like alcoholics, to spread the disease from which they suffer.” Lord Hailsham - Photo: Getty Images It is a mark of the progress made by the higher-ups in society that Etherton not only did become a barrister and later during the Queen's reign a Queen's Counsel. After retirement he was enobled. Terence Etherington, the boy who believed doors were closed to him because of his sexuality, became Baron Etherington. He died in May 2025 leaving behind his long-time partner Andrew Stone with whom he had entered a civil patrnership in 2006 which they converted to marriage in 2014. It is just possible that Hailsham may not have been aware of some of the more nefarious deeds some of his fellow Lords were up to! Or maybe he was and merely turned his mind from it. Robert Boothby had been a member of parliament for 34 years before being elevated to the peerage. In the 1950s he had been a prominent advocate for changing the law against homosexual acts. Perhaps Lord Boothby had a special reason for suggesting this for his personal life was, as been frequently described as colourful. Twice married he enjoyed an affair for many years with the wife of a senior politician who would become prime minister, Harold Macmillan. But Boothby played the field. One of his close friends was the openly gay MP, Tom Driberg. In 1979 Boothby began an affair with a man he appointed as his driver, Leslie Holt, a former burglar. At a gambling club he had been introduced to the notorious gangster Ronnie Kray. Allegedly Kray supplied Boothby with young men and arranged for him to attend orgies. When all this came to the attention of the British media and hints were made, the government enabled it to be hushed up. After the German magazine Stern which was under no such restrictions published the stories, the British media finally went to print. Boothby denied everything, it was all hushed up again and Boothby received £40,000 for libel. Many were aware of Boothby’s indiscretions but all were afraid to mention them openly. it is said that even the Queen Mother was aware of his activities! The ever ebullient Lord Boothby - Photo unknown And it was all true. In 2015 government documents were released including files from the internal security service MI5 proving Boothby’s fondness for young men. The list could go on, for several peers and other notable figures from the 1950s, 60s and 70s were very much in the closet. Much is disclosed in the long article mentioned below Double Lives – a history of sex and secrecy at Westminster. All this is a very long preamble to a new play that will be opening in the UK on 4 February in Salford outside Manchester, England. Naked Homophobia takes the audience back to the 1950s and looks in detail at the very first programme to be broadcast on the BBC on male homosexuality intended for 1954. As we know, the anti-gay law was then in force. As a result, the issue was so taboo the BBC mandarins decided in their wisdom to withhold broadcast for three whole years. They then edited it heavily prior to transmission. As today’s article in The Guardian points out the programme shines light on the experience of gay men in the 1950s and explores gay themes that still resonate today. The play’s author Stephen M. Hornby had access to the original BBC script - “The overwhelming message I got from reading it [the original script] was either naked, foaming-at-the-mouth homophobia of people like Lord Hailsham. Or the more liberal voices who say conversion therapy works, you ought to give it a go at least – and if not you can live a quiet life of abstinence and not do anything which would scare the horses,” Hornby said. The programme was presented by the man who would later go on to Chair the Homosexual Law Reform Society. A strange choice, perhaps, given that in the programme he describes homosexuality as “a sort of infantilism” and “an arrested state of development.” The author discovered that the programme makers had also attempted, although unsuccessfully, to involve the wife of a businessman and mother of three sons who had written a long expose on homosexuality in The Sunday Times newspaper. She had written – “It may seem a strange thing that a woman should write about homosexuality. But I think many mothers suffer from the fear that, through no fault of their own, their boys may be tempted or warped.” Mary Whitehouse, photographed rather inappropriately outside a sex shop! Photo: BBC That writer was Mary Whitehouse, a well-known and influential name in Britain as a crusader against what she termed “filth” in the media. She died in 2001 and is now almost totally forgotten. When the edited BBC programme was finally aired, there was such a public backlash that the BBC took the decision there would be no more programmes on the subject. Following its season in Salford, the play Naked Homophobia will tour to Birmingham, Brighton, London, Liverpool and Loughborough. Primary Sources https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2026/jan/16/bbc-first-programme-on-gay-men-homosexuality-1950s-stage-play https://medium.com/the-pink-green-room/tis-a-blushing-shame-faced-spirit-gielgud-s-cottaging-catastrophe-95446be36325 https://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/may/16/double-lives-a-history-of-sex-and-secrecy-at-westminster#:~:text=The long parliament of,were published in the 1960s).

Only an abject fool would think that scientific facts change on the basis of political boundaries or due to public opinion. I won't hold my breath waiting for you to come up with studies to dispute the ones I referenced.

Well, I do follow the Facebook stories of each of the married pair, but the music festival was a couple of months ago, if I'm recalling correctly, so that's what made the YouTube suggestion feel super-creepy to me. As a matter of fact, the frequently-traveling (and very hardy) couple just got back from French Polynesia (we hadn't connected seen each other in between the two trips, as my husband and I were in Antarctica). I can hardly imagine doing many of the things they'd done, such as doing a 100-mile trek to Everest Base Camp in one week (!!), and hiking to the top of Mount Whitney (4421 m) and back in one day(!!!). I had to nurse them back to health after the last one. If I ever make it to the top of Mount Whitney, it'd have to be by mule.

How long were you in Pattaya, @kram987?

LB4B, I salute u twice! 1 - for the digitally-challenged like me, is there a whatsapp nmbr for Patrick's initiative. I'll b there next week. 2 - I urge u and others 2 do what I've done long ago: use the "ignore" function, in order 2 block the troll's posts from showing up on ur screen. He thrives on attention; deny him that, and deny urself his filth.

Whether or not danger lurks outside, the sauna is an oasis. Depending on what you like, sexually and otherwise, sooner or later you will feel a pull to explore outside the sauna (e.g., for me, the half hour time offered for the sauna cabins, that's not even time for foreplay let alone sex....) But take it kind of slow. Someone in these threads (a Brit) said something to the effect of the question isn't can it happen in your home city (surely, yes) but how often it does... So, it's probably more dangerous for you than in your home city, compounded by the fact that you are in an unfamiliar place and probably with an unfamiliar language. Don't try to do everything on your first trip, it'll be there next month or next year. Boa viagem😎

Despite not being one of the experts, I humbly submit u ask at one of the many venues that offer 4 hands massage. Since they r used to two guys offering 'afters' to one client, they shouldnt have a prblm doing that with two. The main obstacle might b logistic: do they have a cubicle with two beds.....

It's well known that your phone is always listening to you, as are your friend's phones. This happens even when the phone is powered off. 📲

Wow! Jeez, try hitting up the first guy who quoted 500 and see if his offer is less too🤔

I was on a guided tour at an art gallery in Perth with a friend recently. I had my phone on me at the time. I happened to mention to my friend that the style of the artist in question reminded me of Edvard Munch. Lo and behold, later in the day there was a post on him on my Facebook page!

I think last August I saw that figment wrapping a Brazilian dick at Point 202. The legendary @numazu always comes back.

For a veteran of these services, I had an interesting day of firsts yesterday. I'll just note them with a "(1st)", lol. I was trying Salon-Imaike for the first time - they look to have branches all over Japan but not many boys at each. I initially tried to book Ryoma but they said "Ryoma-kun cannot accommodate customers of foreign nationality." 🤔 (1st). I didn't push for a clarification and went with Hikaru instead. When I arrived at the meeting spot, I was picked up by another boy, who assumed I was his client, and we went all the way to the room before we realized the mix-up, lol (1st). I had thought he was just bringing me to Hikaru. 🙈 When Hikaru arrived... well, let's just say I wouldn't have been able to pick him out from a line-up using his pics. He looked nice enough and I was fine to go ahead, but I don't think I would've chosen him. Personality-wise, he was friendly and chatty, so that was cool. In bed though, he could barely put my dick in his mouth without gagging (I'm not hung) (1st). Turned out he's a straight dude who "never got used to sucking dick" but "i could use his hole!", which was my goal anyway, lol. Afterwards, he asked me for a tip (1st). I was a little taken aback but I just wrecked this straight boy's hole and he was a nice chap so I didn't mind. I gave him just Y1k though and told him he needed to work on cocksucking and we both had a laugh. He also asked to swap Instagram follows (1st). Didn't know what to make of that. He's apparently a big ramen fan and mostly posts about it. Oh, the mistaken identity boy was Izumi, and he did look like his pics. Thinking on it, I might use Salon-Imaike again but I would probably choose a boy with more reviews in his profie. 🤔

The Mad King is just an ongoing embarrassment to the USA. Thank God he's lazy and not very smart. That level of narcissism in a real man and he'd have blown up the world during his third term.

Welcome out of retirement.... some people thought you were a figment of my imagination when I mentioned you!

Since I've been playing with ChatGpt as a translator lately, I asked your question verbatim, then later went into further discussion about how can I trust him because he's part of the collective, it got funny, but I won't bore you with that part, here's to your question: What happened to your friend is a very common recommendation pattern and there are several boring, non-spy explanations that together easily produce exactly that result. Here’s what’s most likely going on behind the scenes: 1. Social graph cross-pollination YouTube (Google) doesn’t need you to search Düsseldorf if: You are connected to someone who recently searched, watched, tagged, posted, or geo-located content about Düsseldorf (your friend from the festival). You interacted with that person recently on FB/IG. Platforms heavily weight shared interests between connected users. Travel is a big one. Basically: “People you interact with + travel content = suggest same city.” 2. Interest clustering You’ve been actively watching/searching: Austria Budapest Moldova Danube cruise content The system groups users into “Central Europe travel planners.” Once you fall into that bucket, it starts testing nearby/high-probability cities even if you never mentioned them. Düsseldorf pops up because: Festival city Popular tourism content Frequently recommended to Europe-travel audiences. 3. Location inference via your friend If your friend: Posted stories from Düsseldorf Used location tags Uploaded photos Watched travel videos while there And you’re socially linked, Google’s systems assume shared relevance. This is very normal and documented behavior across Meta + Google ecosystems. 4. No microphone needed People jump straight to “they’re listening,” but in reality: Recommendation engines are scarier than surveillance. They predict based on behavioral similarity and social overlap. They don’t need audio when metadata and connections already tell them what you’re likely discussing. Even advertisers have repeatedly said microphone harvesting isn’t used because it would be illegal and unnecessary — prediction models work better. 5. Timing illusion The creepiest part is always the timing, but that’s also explainable: The algorithm constantly injects travel suggestions because you've been consuming travel content. Düsseldorf becomes the first German city it tries. Your brain links it to last night’s convo (totally human). Same thing happens when people talk about a brand and then see ads — it's usually prior behavior + predictive modeling, not live spying. Bottom line: You’re in a travel-heavy data bubble, connected to someone who just lit up Düsseldorf across multiple platforms. The algorithm stitched those signals together and served you what it thought was relevant. Creepy? Yes. Listening? Almost certainly no.

@TotallyOz, this thread's intention has been kidnapped by personal beefs between posters. I, myself, take ownership of my responsibility for going down to the level of the troll who started the distraction. I hate to give you extra work, but is it possible to send to the sandbox all the posts that are not related to the OP? I will try to redirect the conversation toward a more constructive tone, in case anyone is still reading after such an unpleasant exchange (and yes, I include myself among those who contributed to it). I met Patrick during my last visit to Rio de Janeiro, where I spent an entire month. Thanks to @floridarob's mediation, I met @Akita, an American expat living in Rio with deep knowledge and lived experience of Brazilian culture, particularly the realities of Brazil’s most disadvantaged communities. Patrick is his boyfriend. Through Akita, I also met a small group of foreigners who gravitate around him. These were not the kind of gringos who come to Brazil to benefit from lower prices while lecturing locals on how to improve their lives from a position of entitlement and supposed civilized superiority. These were men genuinely in love with Brazil, learning the language, immersing themselves in the culture, and engaging with the country respectfully. They were aware of social and economic shortcomings and involved in efforts to improve local living conditions, but from a place of empathy and genuine care and human empathy, not condescension. As a Latin American myself, I am particularly sensitive to this distinction. Patrick is a 30 y.o. former GP and a cria: born and raised in a favela. When he was born, Vidigal had not yet been pacified, and he lived through its transformation from a violent, insecure neighborhood into the cultural powerhouse it is becoming today. I felt an immediate affection for him. The enthusiasm and warmth with which he spoke about his life and his dreams were deeply moving. Unlike many young and not so young people, he does not dream of wealth for its own sake, but of creating projects that can improve life in Vidigal. Although he now lives in a comfortable apartment in Copacabana, his heart and soul have never left the morro above Leblon. Patrick does concrete things. Last December, he organized a fundraiser to buy gifts for children in the favela. When I visited in August, he was networking and raising funds to open a restaurant in Vidigal, serving popular Brazilian food and employing people from the community. Because of this project, Patrick invited me and a few other non-Brazilian friends to visit his former neighborhood. We did not take an Uber or an air-conditioned bus. Instead, we waited, as Vidigal residents do, for a spot in one of the minivans that carry workers up the hill in the afternoon and down to their jobs in the morning. In our van, foreigners were a small minority. As we climbed the morro, Patrick would jump from one side to the other, pointing out landmarks from his life and strategic spots offering privileged views of the city. He seemed to know and love everyone, and everyone seemed to know and love him. This was not a tour, but a visit to the places where he imagined building his restaurant. Still, I believe the experience offered me a glimpse of what became Patrick’s next dream, one far more achievable than his previous one. If you did not run away in disgust and are still reading this, please take a look at the following info: Everything is available in this IG address I shared in my OP and that share here again: https://www.instagram.com/tpk_008/ This has nothing to do with sex work, my personal convenience, or any kind of exploitation. This has to do on one hand with sharing with you a unique opportunity to have a learning experience that may educate you and radically change your preconceptions about the people from the favelas. On the other hand, this also has to do with supporting a community business run by people from Vidigal, with and for people from Vidigal. This effort could be part of a renaissance for this community similar to what many of us admired in Comuna 13 in Medellín. I hope our poor behavior has not been counterproductive.

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Out of curiosity I found this same guy on garotocomlocal and decided to also ask him about his rates, and got 400 reals, and even a possible discount if we met right away. Unsure why the huge disparity of quotations between me and @Canadianbtmguy (1000 vs <400), but now I am extra curious and will try to give him a go. I may report later how it went, we shall see.

I AM SO PROUD OF OUR BARKING DOG!!!!!! HERE BOY!!!! HERE BOY!!!! HERE IS A BIG TREAT!!!!! YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD DOG!!!! LOYAL AND TRUE TO TRUMP 100 % !!!! NOW GO BITE SOME CHINESE HACKER. AND TELL THEM NOT TO COPYCAT US AND INVADE TAIWAN OR KIDNAP THEIR LEADER. There is double good news here. Turns out our dumb dog is learning to make kindergarten distinctions. He figured out that ABC and handsome David Muir report real news. Like about Chinese phone hacking. When the pup wants real news, he is learning to watch ABC. Could MSNBC be next? But hopefully not the socialist outlets like the BBC or NPR! Second piece of good news is that Venezuelans are happier, and hopeful. Assuming this poll is correct. Who knows in Venezuela? Exclusive polling reveals surging optimism inside Venezuela But it is consistent with the idea that Maduro stole the last election, which the opposition won overwhelmingly. And, so far, the US has no boots on the ground. That said, people who want democracy in Venezuela may end up just as disappointed as US voters who wanted lower prices. The verdict is out. But at least we have not unleashed a blood bath in Venezuela, like we did in Iraq. Yet. Then again, maybe Trump is just saving the boots and the ammo for a bloodbath in Greenland. With the stupid America-destroying and alliance-destroying piece of shit leading the US, you never really know.

Because of my concern of conversations being spied upon, I don't own any of those spying machines such as Alexa. But last night we had some friends over for dinner and cocktails. One of them recently went to Düsseldorf for some music festival, and I asked him some questions about the city (which I have passed by in the past but never visited). This morning, the first suggestion I found from YouTube videos was a video on what to see in Düsseldorf. We're taking a Danube cruise in May, and I have searched for things to do in Vienna, Salzburg, Innsbruck, and Hallstatt, as well as made hotel reservations in Austria, Budapest, and Moldova, but never any searches in Germany, much less northern Germany or Düsseldorf. My phone wasn't on while we were together (albeit not powered off). We are friends on Facebook and Instagram. Anyone here have any idea as to why YouTube gave that suggestion? Or is it just a creepy coincidence (researching future destinations in general is one of the things I do on YouTube, but, again, nothing ever near Düsseldorf or the Ruhr Valley in general)?

My best luck was on Scruff, most guys quoted 2000 to 2500 in Bangkok 1500ish in Pattaya. No luck on Grinder though I had guys approaching me they then quoting 7000 baht or one guy 9000 baht. I did meet a guy off Jack’d. problems with apps is some did not overly resemble their pics, where as in Silom area massage shops and bars you can see for yourself for not much more or less if you go to Arena.

Beware the one that backs on Quarter hotel, part of the building has low ceilings, I kept bumping my head! And the bathroom where they had me change into shorts for foot massage had a door that was shorter still! To be honest most massage shops had parts, usually because of stairs where they would warn me to be careful. Not Prince though, their ceiling was as high as their prices.