Max led Frank and Caramel out of the Kalok Hotel.

They drudged down the four flights of stairs and said hello to the Thai soldier who was chatting up the big titted and white skinned receptionist.

I pegged her from Chiang Rai.

He was moonlighting as security and he got to fuck any of the whores that passed through the hotel's doors. I just considered him a target. And if he was a target, then we were fucking targets.

'Do you like my outfit,' said Caramel.

She was dressed up as a nurse.

She was carrying a little medic bag.

Inside it, it had all kinds of goodies. syrninches, barbituates, tranquilisers, even some high grade novacaine.

I could feel an interorgation session coming on.

'He'll be inside, sitting next to Wan,' said Max.

The markets were still packed despite the recent bombings.

The population was stoic like that.

They ate every meal like it was their last and for that reason, there was very little haggling for prices. Why haggle over a bowl of rice when it could be your last?


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