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That's 200 more than it probably should have sold. 🤣

In this candid and irreverent memoir, Coblin Smith dives headfirst into the neon-lit streets of Pattaya’s notorious Soi 6/1, a world where inhibitions are shed, and curiosity reigns supreme. With humor and a touch of self-deprecation, Smith chronicles his encounters with the ladyboys who make this infamous strip their domain. Blurring the lines between identity, desire, and personal boundaries, Smith explores his own evolving relationship with attraction and sexuality in a setting where taboos are mere suggestions. Through vivid storytelling, Smith paints a portrait of Pattaya that is equal parts chaotic, alluring, and deeply human. Far from a simple travelogue, this is a tale of self-discovery, cultural immersion, and the unspoken question: where do we draw the line between curiosity and identity? Three a Year Doesn’t Make You Queer is as provocative as it is reflective, offering a glimpse into a world where pleasure and self-acceptance are unexpectedly intertwined.

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Three a year doesn't make you queer: Tales of Soi 6/1 by Coblin Smith

as you always said, the world is your oyster.

You're not supposed to. It's part of your fake amnesia.

He never left!

Bob's Your Colin, you should hunt down the full documentary of this so you can write a proper book innit:

The truth is everyone has written a book like that, but always insisting they are the first.

“The Double Life of Bob Smith” Retired and living the high life in Pattaya, Bob Smith tells everyone he’s a wealthy, handsome expat with a perfect Thai wife and a charmed existence. But when night falls on the seedy streets of Soi 6/1, Bob ditches the pretense, adopting the name “Colin” and diving headfirst into a world of neon lights, cheap booze, and illicit encounters with ladyboys who know him better than his own wife ever could. Gritty, raunchy, and unapologetically raw, this is the story of a man who’s built his life on lies and lust, teetering on the edge of indulgence and destruction in the city where anything goes.

Such an inventive idea. It's never been done before! Wait, actually,, I think somebody already beat you to it:

Sorry, I forgot Coblin from Knobingham. I'll keep it our little secret from now on.

bob, you used to call me "Chumps". Get it right FFS. 😂

I can't imagine why anybody wouldn't want to read it. Sure to be a Nana Plaza best seller.

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Yagoda at LAX:

Filming ladyboys in Soi 6/1 again. Keep up the great videos bob.

Lightweight. Those are noob problems.

You nailed it. Guess it's back to the drawing board now for bob and for him to start working on his next flawed windup. Notice how he's gone completely silent after getting caught up in his own fantasy. 😂🤣🤩

I could be fully baked and still way more cognizant and functional than any drunk piss head on a plane. You probably don’t understand much about how marijuana affects the brain, but as soon as you get hit with any real life situation that you have to deal with then the high immediately goes away. It’s all psychoactive. It’s not like somebody who’s got a high blood alcohol level that lose control of their judgment and balance. You really don’t have a clue about how the two different drugs affect the brain, but that’s OK. You can go on with your misconceptions and I’ll leave to it. Bye.

Never happened. Pure fiction. Typical bobby boy smith windup. Always having random aggressive problems with locals that nobody else ever has.

Half of the people on the plane are pissed out of their head. They sop up all the free champagne, wine and booze and then pop a Valium or Xanax on top of that and cruise. They are in a far worse state than anyone getting on the plane with a little bit of THC in their system. I've seen some that look completely inebriated on alcohol and pills. Forget about a flight emergency.