We dey learn for this scam thing.
THE PATTAYA BUSINESSMAN
He is twenty-eight. He has been dating her for four months.
He has just checked his banking app, and the brutal reality of the grid has finally caught up with him. He is running out of money. To maintain this Schrödinger’s relationship—where she might actually love him, or she might just love his wallet, and as long as he keeps paying, he never has to open the box to find out—he needs serious cash flow. He needs a business.
Like every expat before him, he goes through the mandatory stages of delusion.
First, the imported dream: a Krakow sausage shop or a Hungarian goulash restaurant, which he quickly realizes nobody within a thousand-mile radius actually wants. Then, the classic trap: a coffee shop or a beer bar. She used to work in one, so she knows exactly how to run it, right?
But then, he starts looking closer. He starts noticing the invisible Thai infrastructure.
One afternoon, a pipe bursts in his condo. He watches his girlfriend take a photo of the leak, post it in a local Thai Facebook group, and receive six competitive bids from freelance plumbers in exactly four minutes. To him, it feels like discovering the dark web. He spends three days aggressively drafting a business plan for an "Uber for Plumbers" targeting foreign expats, planning to take a 20% cut.
He abandons the idea only when he realizes the fatal flaw in his business model: every expat in Pattaya already has a Thai girlfriend who does this for free.
He pivots to physical goods. At a local market, she complains that limes have gone up to twenty baht a kilo. The next weekend, they are walking through a local evening market in Rayong, and he sees limes for three baht a kilo. His brain instantly lights up. A six-hundred-percent margin. Arbitrage.
He spends an entire week building spreadsheets, trying to figure out logistics, but the expat-run delivery services eat all his profit. He gives up. The very next day, his girlfriend casually posts in a Thai ride-share group: "Anyone driving from Rayong to Pattaya tonight? Grab two sacks of limes, I’ll give you a hundred baht for gas."
The limes arrive three hours later. The math suddenly works perfectly. He abandons the lime idea entirely and decides he needs to start a logistics company. But then he stumbles into a closed LINE group selling smuggled duty-free cosmetics, and spends the next three weeks obsessively mapping out a grey-market import empire.
He is spinning in circles, trying to monetize a system he doesn't actually understand, constantly outsmarted by girls who navigate it effortlessly.
Then, the true epiphany hits.
They are standing outside a 7-Eleven. Her friend walks out. The friend is wearing a heavy, two-baht gold chain and tapping on a brand new iPhone. They exchange a quick, polite greeting. As the friend walks away to flag down a baht bus, his girlfriend leans in and whispers the gossip.
"She found a sugar daddy in Dubai," she says, her voice full of envy. "She used a new VIP matchmaking agency in Bangkok. She had to pay the agency thirty thousand baht upfront, but they found her a rich sponsor."
He stops dead in his tracks. The half-lit cigarette in his hand burns down a millimeter. The gears in his head violently shift.
He turns to look at her. "Wait," he says. "She paid the agency?"
"Yes. Thirty thousand baht. To get in the VIP catalog."
He looks down the street at the endless stream of girls walking the pavement. He looks at the bars, the massage shops, the coffee stands, all filled with tens of thousands of women desperately looking for an exit strategy.
He doesn't want to sell Hungarian goulash. He doesn't want to dispatch plumbers. He doesn't want to transport limes.
He looks at his girlfriend. He smiles.
"I think I have a business plan," he says.
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Gotta stand on business on that day, can’t be losing your nerve before St Peter.
🚨 Q: You're entering the next life [before God], all you have to do to enter paradise is feel love and forgiveness for James Comey, Nancy Pelosi, etc...can you do it?
TRUMP: Then I wouldn't be real, would I? The easy answer is, yes, I could forgive. They are extremely dishonest people, bad people, I love our country far more...the answer is no. I want to be honest.
Q: In judgement before God?
TRUMP: I do hate some of my enemies. Look what they put me through.
REPORTER: You had the most charmed and remarkable life of any American in my entire lifetime, and you can't find it in your heart to forgive some of your enemies?
TRUMP: All I have to do is say yes, I can. Can I be honest? I probably cannot do that. Because I do hate some of my enemies — and I always will.
Never heard Trump get asked such a deep question like that before.
He COULD just say "yes" and get out of the question, but he didn't
One thing you have to admit is this man is brutally honest.
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Omo!
Paraguay's president resigns following a crisis over a bank collapse, leaving millions of customers unable to access their money cnn.it/4Ach622
How do you even prep for a disaster like this?
BREAKING: 🇵🇾 What just happened in PARAGUAY is a WARNING for everyone on earth.
More than 3 million people (60% of Paraguay's adult population) have lost access to EVERYTHING. Their bank accounts. Their pensions. Frozen. Inaccessible.
Paraguay’s largest digital bank, Ueno Bank, has collapsed.
The president of the Central Bank (who is deeply connected to Ueno) has just RESIGNED. Eight high-level executives including the founder and the Bank President are being detained.
The people have taken to the streets to demand their money back. And rightly so.
This is the model Milei and the rest of the Epstein class are pushing. This could happen ANYWHERE. Best to save in physical gold and physical silver, imo.
Tragic stuff.
Yeah, they looked drunk but that could easily have been a child. The hotel should be charged.
Imagens de uma câmera de segurança mostram o instante em que Renata Rebeca dos Santos, de 26 anos, caiu do sétimo andar do Rio Poty Hotel, localizado na Ponta d’Areia, em São Luís. A jovem morreu na madrugada desta terça-feira (3).
Nas imagens, Renata aparece caminhando pelo corredor ao lado do namorado e parando perto de uma janela. Poucos segundos depois, ela se inclina para trás, as pernas se levantam e ela some pela abertura.
O namorado continua parado ao lado da janela por alguns segundos, aparentemente em estado de choque, e em seguida se agacha para olhar para baixo. Logo depois, um homem de camisa azul surge no corredor, é informado do que aconteceu e faz ligações pelo celular.
A Polícia Civil trabalha com a hipótese de queda acidental e investiga se havia algum dano estrutural na janela. O namorado de Renata foi ouvido pelos policiais e liberado em seguida.
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There are too many bloodthirsty people hiding under the guise of reliugion.
