Rattawut Lapcharoensap

It’s a slow night again. The other valets are out back playing pétanque with the kitchen staff. I’m sitting with Dang and Uncle Judo, watching the tour buses unload at Fai Mangkon on the other side of the Bangna-Trat Highway, when Uncle Judo says what we’ve all been thinking for many months n…

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