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You forgot to include the most important part. It was all taken from you.

I meant its nothing for starting a legal business in Thailand, let alone Phuket. My wife worked for a few foreigners between jobs. The bosses never used their own money, of course it was shareholder money with a nice story and presentation about booming business in a 3rd world country. One company after 10 years in country is still struggling to make a profit, but some reason they keep getting the capital from the fools. How do you expect to achieve all this that you listed without thais getting in your way? The Russians and others are operating businesses illegally so their biggest loss is deportation or in a better scenario money under the table. I just left thailand after 15 years and saved 500,000 Canadian while I was where. I never even considered putting my money in this country which has huge barriers for foreign businesses. Its just crazy to even consider transferring the money to "invest" in Thailand. I saved by buying a property in Canada and letting others pay my mortgage. I also opened Amazon account and did FBA and dropshipping. I came to thailand with less than 100k Canadian in cash. I never transferred any money except for living expenses. What you have is a dream and not a realistic scenario. Don't bring money into Thailand. Its a financial suicide.

It was a Tuesday evening, a time when Patts Inn — a gym that smelled perpetually of old socks and shattered dreams — truly came alive. Lewie, a man whose enthusiasm regularly outstripped his actual ability, was midway through what he optimistically called a "bench press session." In reality, it was more of a valiant struggle against gravity, made all the more intense by the presence of Ploy. Ploy was doing pull-ups with the effortless grace of a spider monkey, making Lewie's grunts sound even more pathetic by comparison. "Just a few more, Lewie, you got this!" she chirped, a hint of suppressed laughter in her voice. Lewie, face a shade of puce usually reserved for overripe tomatoes, managed one last, shaky rep before the barbell threatened to stage a hostile takeover of his trachea. "Cheers, Ploy," he wheezed, wiping a torrent of sweat from his brow. "You make that look like… breathing. What's your secret? Are you secretly a robot sent from the future to make us mere mortals feel bad?" Ploy hopped down, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Just consistency, and not letting your ego write cheques your muscles can't cash. Unlike some people I know who skip leg day to focus on their 'glamour muscles'." She winked, and Lewie felt a familiar blush creep up his neck. His attempts to flirt with Ploy usually ended with him dropping something heavy or accidentally joining a Zumba class. Suddenly, a sound like a small car crash echoed from the back of the gym. Barry, the gym's resident strongman-in-training, had just attempted to deadlift a weight so astronomical it probably had its own gravitational pull. The barbell, groaning under the strain, decided it had had enough and plummeted to the floor, narrowly missing his toes. Barry, a man whose grunts were usually mistaken for an approaching train, let out a yelp that was surprisingly high-pitched. "Barry, mate, you okay?" Lewie called out, torn between genuine concern and the desperate urge to ask if he'd just invented a new dance move called the "Accidental Weight Drop Shimmy." Barry, his face a vibrant shade of beetroot, scrambled to collect the runaway plates. "Just… a momentary lapse in judgment! The bar clearly wasn't feeling it today!" he huffed, glaring at the innocent barbell as if it had personally insulted his lineage. Ploy, ever the voice of reason (and sarcasm), strolled over. "Barry, maybe try a weight that doesn't require a permit to lift? We're not trying to find out if the floor can withstand a small earthquake." Barry, surprisingly subdued, mumbled, "Yeah, yeah, you're probably right. I blame the lighting." As the gym returned to its usual symphony of clanking iron and the occasional grunt of existential dread, Lewie seized his moment. "Hey, Ploy," he began, trying for an air of nonchalance that was entirely absent, "I was thinking of grabbing a bite after this. There's that new burger place, 'The Beefy Banger'? I hear their burgers are so good, they'll make you forget all about Barry's deadlifts." Ploy paused, a slight smirk playing on her lips. Lewie held his breath, bracing for the inevitable "I'm busy washing my hair" excuse. "The Beefy Banger, eh?" she said, "I've heard their sweet potato fries are so good, they're practically a religious experience." Lewie's internal organs did a spontaneous jig. "They are! So, uh, fancy experiencing a religious epiphany with me?" She looked at him, a twinkle in her eye. "Sure, Lewie. But only if you promise not to tell them you train at Patts Inn, or spill your entire drink on me this time." Lewie beamed, the earlier gym chaos now a distant, humorous memory. "Deal! But no promises about Barry not trying to deadlift the entire building next week." As they headed towards the exit, the lingering scent of disinfectant and the faint whisper of ambition, Lewie felt a definite win. Weights? Check. A date? Double check. And a solid twenty minutes of gym-based comedy for future anecdotes. Patts Inn, for all its questionable charm, had delivered. And Lewie, miraculously, hadn't dropped a single thing.

Thats nothing money.

10 protective brothers showed up

Got any other interesting OP's OP?

He can't post honestly. He was quite impressed by a portable x ray machine they brought for him in the government hospital.

Things you don't have. A work permit.

I thought it is forever

He will get processed

TEFLERS will pay full price to ride in overcrowded trains. Fantastic!

Good job. Burmese massage is $hit

1 before you came to Thailand

I find the same in Canada. Things are relatively cheap compared to Thailand as long as you own your home and blind uneducated haters will downvote this fact. Me and wife currently live solely on interest income of 1600 CAD a month and it is enough for my condo fees, property taxes, 2 brand new financed Samsung phones with huge data allowance and food. I live downtown and can walk anywhere. The huge Loblaws grocery store is literally 200m away. Healthcare is fast and free. Soon the poors on paper like myself will even get free dental after I do my income tax next year. THE AIR IS CLEAN.

You are all pretending to be while knights supporting the pay raise, but then when your beer goes up 10 baht or your big mac set that no one eats (yeah right) you will be the first to complain.

You are correct. Too many idiots posting here. H pylori can contribute to symptoms, but its often not the main reason why you feel bloated or have acid.

How much are you paying?

There are many things unfair on this planet. This one is about as unfair as not having a bumgun in Pratts Bottom

Nonsense. You will see.

Good luck with humidity and your instruments. Waste of effort and money. And you will get taxed.

You average 18 posts a day. You don't live in Thailand.

Blah blah duplicate post

Pretty shoking reply from someone who claims he is in IT and a big deal in thailand where his thai staff earns 100k a month minimum. Newsflash. A business is a business. Even onlyfans is a business and requires the "artists" to have a tax ID and register. If he was selling his YouTube channel that would be a business and it is in fact a product.