There’s that thinly veiled innuendo. There is no confusion about what you’re getting here. The marquee proudly proclaims “ladyboy.” If you’re in Bangkok, you have to see the ladyboy and ping pong shows…it’s a rite of passage. Once through the door, a “woman” who looked like an Asian Jay Leno in a wig escorted us to a table and asked in a frighteningly deep voice what we would like to drink. I was too terrified to raise my eyes above table level until the drinks arrived.
On stage there were six or so “girls” dancing. The dancers keep their bikinis on and somehow, they all have female figures. Their junk is tucked back Buffalo Bill style, and one of my friends didn’t even realize that they indeed retained their equipment…that is, until one of the ladyboys grabbed his hand and guided it to his/her cock. Frightened, he said “I just touched that dude’s dick…I don’t know who is a guy and who is a girl anymore…I want to go home.” Really says it all.
Grade: (traumatizing) C