Occam's Razor

I sometimes go to one of the 24 hour massage joints round the corner from Nana plaza late when the night refuses to catch fire but it is yet too early to slope home defeated.

What is done there is unremarkable, mirrored in the repeating curtained silhouettes of the girls lined in the cramped adjacent bays. Every good entrepreneur costs space.

This one was tamely coltish and still had very long hair which whispered of not being too long in the scene. Making the wolf in me look up but hardly bothered to go on.

Months passed.

Leaving my condominium a girl was upon me. I immediately confused her twinkling buck eye tooth with the current star dancer in the Bar. But when she followed me down the exit ramp toward the Sois I stopped walking anyway, feeling rude.

Fortunately her English was no better. She was on an outcall coincidentally to a stranger on my floor.

‘I Soi 20 now’ Proffering a card.

Just started working there and she didn’t feel right. Something like a woman wobbling or already in descent. I cared less than I might and she let me handle her breasts unceremoniously

Texting ‘Dahling’ too often, mistaking the rules of the game. But one afternoon between my love and a hard place I called her anyway. She was now in Soi 33 and had a couple of hours before work.

The local short time place in Phra Kanong costs 100 baht, mirrors cracked, institutional beveled rectangular and the shower trickling cold. The lousy mattress pinstriped, not even a sheet.

Pelvic sex. Good in its own way but diminishing the possibilities inordinate

‘You want do this long time to me’ she spoke from other parts.

I didn’t but what the fuck?

Muddled the exit. Kit and Catherine might have been passing by on some kind errand so we had to forswear the scant dignity of leaving together. And her being late for work, made compensation tricky too

Leave-taking, while I was disingenuously knitting the broken fractal kaleidoscope of desire…….

She said; ‘Chuck Woww’ is better’

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