Yeah… it was one of those trips that leaves a scar. I met a girl named Mai at Pin-Up A GoGo in Pattaya, and she wasn’t just hot — she had that rare combination of beauty, wit, and vulnerability. We hung out off-stage, went to the beach during the day, and she even introduced me to her “sister.” I thought it was real. Turned out she had three other farangs on LINE and was working me like a pro. I wasn’t mad, just humbled. That was my crash course in gogo bar love — it’s real until it’s not.

Back in 2019, I got seriously attached to a dancer at Angelwitch in Nana Plaza. She had an edge — tattoos, sharp tongue, and killer moves. We connected fast, and I even extended my trip just to be with her. It felt like a movie — dinners, cuddles, even jealousy when I chatted with other girls. Then I caught her texting another guy from Australia who was sending her money every week. I realized I was part of the rotation. Lesson learned: in Thailand’s gogo bar scene, feelings are for sale — and so are the illusions.

Yeah… I caught feelings once at Baccara in Soi Cowboy. She wasn’t just hot—she was sweet. Spent a few nights just talking after hours, no pressure for bar fines. We started texting daily, and she even took me to meet her friends on a day off. For a moment, it felt real. But reality hit when I saw her dancing for someone else the next week—same smile, same flirt. That’s when I knew: it’s a fantasy, no matter how personal it feels. Still, I don’t regret it. That little illusion was worth every baht.

Yeah, fell hard for a dancer at Crazy House. She wasn’t the hottest girl there—but she had this mix of shyness and confidence that pulled me in. Took her out a few times, laughed a lot, even met her “sister.” Thought it might be real. Then one night I walked in unannounced… saw her grinding on another guy like I never existed. That’s when I learned: in gogo bars, the fantasy is for rent—feelings aren’t.