Fahrenheit Gogo Bar doesn’t ease you in—it hits you hard from the moment you walk through the doors.

This place is loud, wild, packed, and unapologetically sexy.
It doesn’t want to seduce you. It wants to break you.
And you’ll love it for that.

If Pin Up is polish and precision, Fahrenheit is heat, chaos, and sweat—cranked up to eleven.

📍 Address & Location

Right on Walking Street, mid-strip. You can’t miss it—big signage, girls lined up at the front in matching short skirts and killer heels. Usually ten of them, all smoking, laughing, pretending not to notice you—until you get close. Then they pounce.

And you’ll follow. Trust me.

🪩 Inside Look & Atmosphere

The inside feels like a gogo bar threw a house party and everyone showed up.

Huge stage, two levels of seating, mirrors everywhere, strobe lights dancing off glass tiles. The girls are already dancing when you enter, and there’s a good chance one of them will lock eyes with you before you even sit down.

I took a stool at the main stage rail—front and center, with the kind of view that ruins you for average strip clubs forever.

The table in front of me was still wet from someone else’s spilled drink. It didn’t matter. I was too busy trying to remember how to breathe.

🎶 Music & Madness

The DJ here is more like a hype man.
Deep bass, EDM, trap remixes, pop bangers, and just enough Thai club classics to keep things spicy.

Every beat is synced to hips grinding, tops flying off, hands exploring poles.
You don’t listen to the music here—you ride it.

👯‍♀️ Dancers: Energy, Beauty, Chaos

There must’ve been 30 dancers on rotation. No joke.

• Mostly young—22 to 26, and a few older pros with bodies you won’t forget

• Thin, toned, wild—not shy, not subtle

• Not just dancers—performers. Some spun, some crawled, some climbed the poles like it was Cirque du Soleil on molly

• A few ladyboys sprinkled in—hard to spot unless you’re really trying

The rotation was fast. No boredom. New faces every few songs. Every dancer came out like she was trying to be the one you couldn’t take your eyes off.

👙 Costumes & Exposure

This place doesn’t build up slowly.
Girls come out already halfway undressed—mesh bras, see-through skirts, leather straps.

• By the second song, most are topless

• By the third, some are full nude

• One girl wore only body paint and glitter. I watched her for 10 straight minutes and forgot my beer existed

This is maximum exposure, no apologies.
But it never feels sleazy—it feels electric.

🎂 Age Range

Mostly early 20s, with a few bold veterans who move slower—but every move counts.
These aren’t tired dancers. Every girl here wants the room’s attention. And most get it.

🍻 Prices

This is Fahrenheit—you pay for the heat.

• Local Beer: 200–220 baht

• Lady Drinks: 280–300 baht

• Bar Fine: 2,000–3,000 baht

• Dancer Fee: 5,000–7,000 baht
  (And that’s before any “special” conversations begin.)

❤️ Personal Moment (Full, Unfiltered)

She was in a pink and black corset with matching fishnets and boots that looked military-grade.
She flipped her hair, dropped into a full split, and locked eyes with me for a full five seconds.

Then she got up, walked off stage, and sat in my lap like it was already agreed upon.

Her name was Mei. Half-Thai, half-Vietnamese. Maybe 23. Her voice was low, her English was sexy and broken, and she smelled like mango body spray and vodka.

“I saw you. You don’t blink,” she said.

She ordered tequila on ice, licked her lips, and asked if I had a room.

We talked for 20 minutes. She ran her fingers up my chest while asking if LA girls were jealous. I said yes.
She bit my ear and said, “Good. I don’t share.”

The barfine was steep.
She was worth it.

We got to my room, and she didn’t waste time. Her boots came off with a stomp. Her corset landed on the chair. And the rest?
Let’s just say: I never made it to the bed. And I still have the bite mark on my shoulder to prove it.

✅ Pros & Cons

✔ Wildest energy on Walking Street
✔ Gorgeous girls, nonstop motion
✔ Strip levels hit the ceiling
✘ Expensive. No freebies here.
✘ Loud—don’t expect to talk
✘ You might not survive a second round

🧨 Final Verdict

Fahrenheit Gogo Bar isn’t a show—it’s a damn furnace.
You don’t “go” here. You get pulled in, chewed up, and spit out smiling.
It’s raw. It’s fast. It’s dangerously good.

Fahrenheit Gogo Bar – Pattaya, Thailand
Come for the girls. Stay because you forgot how to leave.