G-Spot Agogo,
water color on paper, 18x24 inch
On the
second floor of this dense three story nest of gogo bars, G-Spot’s owned by an eccentric and wacky English guy named David. About fifty dancers and another ten service girls. Ten foot long Bose woofers
blasting out the latest disco. A sleazy
mix of seasoned
Expats and tourist guys from most of the Western world and Japan. Not as easygoing as Soi Cowboy or as raw and nasty as Patpong, it is a
hardened battleground for the ongoing transactional war between the
sexes.
