The Golden Hour of Laan Sukaprok
(Part 2)
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- text by Joe Josef
-pictures by trv.net

Fire in the house

Alas, now the firehouse has gone. It was a special treat at the time we had that Go Go, located right next to the Laan Sukaprok. The Firehouse ladies would come in for a morsel of Thai noodles and stand at the counter clad in minimalistic French lingerie... Sketchily covered by a sarong, a T-shirt or any other piece of garment, so that they would not stand stark naked. But still the exorbitantly high heels, the powerful make-up and the nylons gave them away.

The Firehouse girls were a wonderful, sopranissimo counterpoint to the griminess of the surroundings. Sitting with a Radler, catching glimpses of nylons, bustieres and even the adorable small G-string undies was heaven on earth. Go Go goddesses had come down to earth to sit and suck spaghetti with decollated breasts and all the other outlets of femininity. It was impossible not to think of irregular German verbs.

The Golden Hour

And then, finally, the golden hour would strike. I don't know how much time I have spent through the years in this eatery, watching the chicks roll in late at night. You see, as all the "downtown" bars close around two, the girls gyrate towards Soi Sunset, where the action will continue until the break of dawn. In order to get there, they all stride up through Soi Bangla and must pass the intersection of Rath U Thit. That's where the Laan Sukaprok sits and when you sit in the Laan Sukaprok at this hour, the exodus will pass right under your nose.

For exodus it is. I wonder how many places our universe has, where one can sit and watch hundreds of chicks roll in? All gorgeous, all dressed up to kill and all available for a song and a dime?

Sitting in funky old Laan Sukraprok between 2 and 3 always makes me feel like a caesarian Nero, clad in plain clothes, wandering around in the dirty alleys of Rome, exploring the underworld. There is great manpower in beholding so much female beauty, knowing, you can have it all.

Action fun feeling

Mythological events come to mind, as I watch five hundred sirens swaying and dancing in their black skirts and silvery shoes. Cinderella, Barbarella, Cleopatra. Do you know what I'm trying to say? Nubian princesses with glowing tiaras on their foreheads. Prancing onyx antelopes with high hinds, black unicorns with shining ivory horns. On and on they come, some of them on motorbikes with the nude thighs bent to meet the pedals.

Some girls cannot stand up against the soulfood lures of the Laan Sukaprok. They come in and bring with them the late night action fun feeling.

Now they are wide awake, now they are having a good time. This is where you want to catch them: young and lovely like the Girl from Ipanema at the prime time of the night.

Spirits are high. Flower children, katoys and Filipino musicians mingle and merge in the concert of life.

Part 3