A Reflection on Patpong

***Patpong is one of the red-light districts in Bangkok. "Disguised" by a night market and seedy bars, this area -- which dates back as a place of "respite" for US soldiers during the Vietnam war -- marks the stark contrast of cheap trinkets and women's bodies as equal commodities. This is a reflection on the contrast I wrote after walking through the open market, as people nonchalantly shopped, while naked women dancing on tables were in clear, almost inescapable view, and the horrors of the second and third levels of these bars was clear.***



Herein. Lies. Patpong.

Come! Buy!
Beautiful trinkets of colorful jewels, semi-precious stones brilliant with clarity, reflecting even the most reluctant of light!


Trinkets and bells, sure to jingle the sound of pure delight with even the most minute of movements! A song for your soul!


T-shirts and tattoos, all with slogans and symbols written just to remind you of fun times in market squares.

Oriental silk, smooth to the touch, makes only the finest and fashionable of purses, the exotic envy of all your friends back home!

Have you hair twisted into locks right here on the street! It adds to the exoticism of the experience. Not your planned Thailand take away, but no matter. It’s a cool thing to do. It’ll make for a good story.

Lists and lists of food, ready to order. Pick out the one you want. Cooked before your very eyes. Add spices to taste, or just try it all! We even accommodate requests not on the menu!

A Rolex to keep track of the time spent living it up in the city!


Dior sunglasses to stylishly shield your eyes as you conspicuously display your wealth.


Chanel. Citizens. Fendi. Vuitton.
The real people with power.
Knockoffs of anything your heart desires!

And, can you believe these prices?
Such a great deal! What a discount!
So cheap! It costs nothing!


Come! Buy!
Beautiful Thai eyes discolored by abuse, souls not even semi-precious in our sight, clouded by the darkness of the sin and evil we perpetrate.

Tinkling baht exchanged in the greasy hands of pimps and traffickers, sure to jingle the sound of pure horror. Suffocating all joy as she painfully endures even the most minute of unwelcome movement within.

Cuts and carvings forever mark the spiritual scars of the bodies used for fun times in market squares.

Oriental skin, smooth to the touch, makes only the finest and fashionable of prostitutes, the exotic envy of all your friends back home!

Have her hands forced into locks right here on the street! It adds to the exoticism of the experience. Not your planned Thailand takeaway, but no matter. Asian girls are a cool thing to do. It’ll make for a good story.

Lists and lists of sex acts, ready to order. Pick out the one you want. Prepared before your very eyes. Add tricks to taste, or just try it all! We even accommodate requests not on the menu!

A Rolex valued more than her life, keeps track of time spent with her body and soul in bondage.

Dior sunglasses to stylishly shield our eyes from ever having to look upon her with dignity and humanity, as she is conspicuously displayed for our pleasure.

Tourists. Citizens. Perverts with hard-ons.
The real people with power.
Knock up anything your heart desires!

And, can you believe these prices?
Such a great deal! What a discount!
So cheap! It costs nothing!

Patpong. Lies. Herein.