Pattaya, the city of sin, the international capital of sex with prostitutes at your service 24/7. People say that, for pimps, Pattaya is like the Mecca for Muslims: they have to go at least once in their lives.
There are prostitutes everywhere. Ok, maybe they’re not real prostitutes but they’re still very professional. They’re a bit more like “girls for rent”.
What I’ve seen here in Pattaya for the past 15 days has been different from anything else I’ve seen around the world. This place offers the real “girlfriend experience”. These girls are not prostitutes, they’re your girlfriends for an hour, a night, or a whole week.
So when you ask: “How much is it?” their answer in macaronic English is: “I want your love first. Than we’ll see”. That’s when you begin to realize that things are really different.
When you get home from your date you get a text saying: “I miss you”. So you start thinking that, maybe, besides vile money, there is something more to it. Thai women make you feel like a king in the bedroom.
These women are professional prostitutes who know how to work on their clients, worming as much money as possible out of them while giving dreams in return. Dreams are good, we all know it, they know it… the only difference is that the dreams they give have a cost, and once they pull the plug on those, the dreams are over. Or are they?
People might be fooled by the illusion of real love, and so they send money from the west to support their lovers, who swear on having left the world of prostitution, while they haven’t. Maybe it’s because deep down, despite what’s true, we want to keep dreaming.