A Go Gos Not Agoing
(an unresearched article asking for feedback)
There are plenty of a go go bars where the girls make little or no contact with the clients and where the seated clients seem few and far between. It’s low season, too, which doesn’t help. I can’t work out how some of these a go gos stay open. I understand that built into the a-go-go phenomenon there are many sly rules which diminish a dancer’s salary (like the necessity of getting ladydrinks every night – or else! like the necessity of turning up on time – or else!) but with 10,000+ baht-a-month wages and sixty girls to pay, that’s quite a bit even if ownership is divided amongst, let’s say, three or four die-hards. As they say, “Want to make a small fortune in Pattaya? Come with a big one!”
When I mention that my favourite novel about Pattaya opens in a famous a go go, people who accuse me of writing for click-bait will throw up their eyes to heaven and say, “He’s doing it again. The jerk is just disguising self-advertising!” Yes, the novel I’m referring to is “Great Tits I’ve Known (And Other Species)” which opens more or less straightaway in The Windmill A Go Go where the antihero of the book, the friendly but false Rosta, is falling for the divine (or otherwise) Nok, and eating bananas smeared with pussy juice into the drunken bargain!
The Windmill A Go Go still seems to me to be a very popular bar and unlikely to close in the near future but is it just an impression or do other expats out there think the face of Walking Street has changed, the a go gos are fewer, and that further out, L. K. Metro is in a similar demise though not quite so financially compromised?
The Windmill A Go Go says on its ads that it has the friendliest girls around, and judging from the buzz in the place, that seems to be the case. You can plunge in or sit quietly over a beer and watch the action unfold while thinking wally-like of number 129, not an a-go-go dancer but a Shakespearian sonnet:
“All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.”
where the greatest poet in the language, in any language, discourses on lust.