Sweet Samak was only 25 years old and had – until recently – graced the rice fields around Siem Reap with his almost godly presence. That was the reason for his many muscles which were clearly visible under his immaculate white shirt.
But, alas, he was in search of a boyfriend and thus probably not prone to follow your heroine to her modest Phnom Penh quarters for carnival pleasures only, with no promise made to share a life or at least a fortune.
To add insult to injury, two horrible – but (sadly) quite good looking, younger – Vietnamese rice queens had entered the premises and they knew Mr. Samak from his time in Siem Reap where he apparently sometimes frequented notoriously gay Linga bar…
It must be said, Mr. Samak seemed to be very happy – almost delighted - to meet those Vietnamese horror tarts again! Read more