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Platform by Michel Houellebecq
"Ching chang bing bong" Carl said to a crowd of Asian hookers, thinking they understood him. He was recently retired and his wife passed, so he took his one and only flight out of Canada to see what he missed out on all those years. "Sure smells like crab rangoon around here" he muttered to himself.
Later that night he would be mugged by a ladyboy.
I always find that so interesting, like, these two people were born in completely opposite life, literally on the other side of the world. For hundreds of thousands of years of human history, they would never have had a chance of even meeting each other.
Yet here they are, awkwardly connecting in order to arrange an exchange of services. This is so pathetically human it's actually amazing to observe.
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Late at night, I realised the granddaughter who's been living with me after her mother was taken into custody for drug smuggling was missing from the house. I knew where she was. At the nearest bar drinking herself to half-consciousness in preparation to be plowed by numerous men. She did not hear my cry for her to come home and I felt like I should have just masturbated instead of having her mother.
"How much for that pretty cunt?", Monty asked at Bangkok's Hooker Alley
"I'm an American tourist, sir", replied the rentboy, lying.
This picture scares me.
When I'm old I'll be fit, constantly well-dressed, graceful, polite, supportive of young generations, good with modern technology and retain mostly left-wing views. AMA.
that's what old people used to say, and then they just don't give a fuck. some are indeed like you're describing, though. but it's rare.
"just be white," my thumbs tapped the touch screen of my phone, to complete the post. Bangkok. Sex tourism. Thailand. Ladyboys. White old men. Sex. Dating.. It was all so tiresome. So complicated. I let my phone fall next to me on the mattress and breathed deeply for 20 seconds. "fuck this shit," I murmured. I fell asleep 20 min later.