Walked into Pin-Up on Walking Street just to “have a look,” ended up bar fining a girl named Ploy who was practically dry humping me on the way out. She suggested a short-time room nearby — basic, kind of grimy, but fine. Midway through sex, her roommate walked in, drunk as hell, and just joined in like it was a normal thing. We all laughed, they fought over who got to ride me, and I woke up the next morning with both of them passed out and my wallet still there. Unbelievable.

Got hammered at Fahrenheit, ended up in a backroom with a girl I could barely understand. She tied me up with her fishnet stockings, blindfolded me, and then… left. I was half-naked, tied to a couch, wondering if I was about to get robbed. Ten minutes later she came back — with her friend. The two of them tag-teamed me like it was a porno scene. Still don’t know their names. Still not sure it really happened.

Started at Windmill, ended in a room with two dancers and a ladyboy I didn’t realize was a ladyboy until it was too late — or maybe just in time. Tequila shots, whipped cream, someone slapped me, and I loved it. I left with bite marks, bruises, and the best story I can never tell anyone back home.

Got dragged to a foam party at Lucifer Club. Ended up in a four-way with two girls and another expat in a rented condo. The neighbors complained, the police showed up, but no one was arrested. Just pure Pattaya chaos.

Started with drinks on Walking Street, ended in a beachside bungalow with a Soi 6 girl and a bottle of vodka. We did things I still can’t believe. Woke up naked on the sand with a smile and a sunburn.

Started at Soi 6, ended somewhere on Walking Street — but I honestly don’t remember how I got there. Barfined a girl from Ruby Club who brought her “friend” along for fun. That turned into shots, karaoke, and all three of us dancing like maniacs. We ended up in a short-time hotel with neon lights and mirrors on the ceiling. The session? Absolute chaos — giggling, roleplay, positions I didn’t know I could pull off. Woke up with one girl still next to me and the other one’s lipstick on the mirror. Still don’t know who wrote “thank you papi 💋.”

It was my birthday. A few friends and I hit up Windmill. I got pulled on stage by three girls, stripped to my boxers, and blindfolded. What followed I can only describe as semi-legal debauchery. Ended up back at the hotel with two of the girls — one of whom had apparently decided I was now her boyfriend. The sex was amazing, but the madness? Even better. One girl used whipped cream, the other was live-streaming (to who? no idea). Pattaya nights are like Vegas — but with less rules and hotter plot twists.

Mine was during Songkran a couple years ago. I was already half-soaked by 3PM and stumbled into a gogo on Soi LK Metro just to dry off. Met this wild girl who insisted we “celebrate properly” — fast forward a few hours and we’re doing tequila shots on the back of a motorbike, riding through water fights like maniacs.

Ended up back at my hotel with her and her friend. Thought I was in a dream. Woke up the next day missing one sandal, my wallet under the bed, and a smile I couldn’t wipe off for days.

Pattaya doesn’t mess around when it decides to turn up the volume.