Tujuh. The Boat and the Brothel

The bed almost filled the room. It had a single white sheet, and it looked clean, but along one panelled wall, at waist height, was a single row of holes.

สอง. Rubies and Rucksacks

At one stop, we came alongside a tuk-tuk containing a large Western man. He lay limp in the back. A woman was screaming. She was German. Originally appeared in the Dec 2025 edition of Five on the Fifth magazine.

A Blossom in the House

สิบหก. A Blossom in the House

An usher had shown me to a secluded area, behind a trellis screen away from the stage, and I was seated at a bar top table, when the manager walked over.