I don't recall ever seeing Guess Bar with a finer stable of fat-pant free fillies.
Another excellent addition with pretty Miss Noname too, but I suspect it won't be long before she's pole dancing in TTChang's members only Pants Bar.
The difference between looking at the pictures from far away back home and actually being there are world's apart.
Today, after Big Dogs from 6pm followed by Obsession later, I headed over to Guess Bar and stayed there for 4 hours. Maybe 7 farang in attendance in total over the period of time which I was there, including myself.
During the 4 hours I was there I checked-binned twice with the intention of leaving each time and settled my bin with a tip, but each time I remained as I continued to chat with other guys and ordered further beers which naturally had new bins associated with them, so far all is well and no problem at all.
On my final departure at around 1am I left B140 in the bin to cover the last beer I'd had (Heineken B135) and left and made my way through the car park. Up until that point the evening had been a quiet and convivial one but it was about to take a turn. Naturally I'd tipped more in each of the previous bins along the way.
On reaching the periphery of the car park I could hear someone calling, so I stopped and turned. About 5 of the staff then surrounded me and suggested I had underpaid and after several minutes of fruitless discussion in the car park I returned to the bar, by this time the mamasan (I assume) had joined in and suggested the police would be called if I did not settle the bin for an additional Heineken. Plus, during the evening someone had even rung the bell and I'd declined a drink.
To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I chose to communicate with Moo only at this point while being heckled by others, as Moo seemed the most understanding. Toie (spelling?) who'd received 2 jack & coke LD's (at B175 each) from me during the evening turned into a spiteful little cunt as I didn't take her and apart from two remaining customers it was just me vs. the mob and their opinion.
I had little choice but to concede so I paid another B140 just to walk away. But rest assured I will not be returning to this cunt-hole again while these fuck-sticks, including that horrible cunt of a mamasan, remain on staff.
Day one of my two years away.
I realise times may be tough, so I hope the price of that last ghost Heineken makes them all happy. I will not return.








