The humid Bangkok air hung hefty as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Highway. Neon signs blazed an assault of colours, as well as the rhythmic drone of motorbikes loaded the air. Heads turned as he passed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers adopted in his wake. David, the simple crown jewel of Bangkok's Adult men, was accustomed to t

The humid Bangkok air hung weighty as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Highway. Neon symptoms blazed an assault of colours, and also the rhythmic drone of motorbikes crammed the air. Heads turned as he handed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers followed in his wake. David, the plain crown jewel of Bangkok's men, was accustomed to the