The humid Bangkok air hung hefty as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Road. Neon indications blazed an assault of colours, plus the rhythmic drone of motorbikes crammed the air. Heads turned as he passed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers followed in his wake. David, the undeniable crown jewel of Bangkok's men, was accustomed to the

The humid Bangkok air hung large as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Highway. Neon symptoms blazed an assault of colors, plus the rhythmic drone of motorbikes filled the air. Heads turned as he handed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers adopted in his wake. David, the plain crown jewel of Bangkok's Adult males, was accustomed to the