Ban Toya's fun in Thai Prison with the good times crew was when she loved her business.
Her good business attracted her school students' rich fathers and younger university students who were great pass time players.
The modern and erratic love teacher before she needs to relax with a good massage and one day she dies.
He was locked up sharing a prison cell with Thai protesters.
He walks in drinking his morning coffee to learn the cup broke.
"You like Cafe?"
"You think this is the wild west!?"
He smacks one across the face with his palm slapping the protester hard across the face.
"You broke my cup here protesting?"
The biggest one was sitting in his bunk bed. "You stay quiet, farang."
He was looking away, speaking without holding his gaze to our Ban Toya.
"My cup fell and you think I am in a cafe, bIat. You focking native fleeces I show you who is a bad fock in here."
He took a mug without a remaining handle with black coffee residue and smacked it in his teeth hoping it would brighten up his smile.
They were red vest freedom protesters. He took them out like garbage off the balcony to a plastic bin box below and he binned them one after another.
"Blat, I told you I am not in a good mood! You focking short eyes, idiots."
He walks in before the prison guard runs to him.
"I fock your whores and you talk shat to me in here. I focked you guys too."
They had nothing impossible in BKK Central Prison for inmates within the high risk category.
"You just wait, I will come out of my cell once more or find you sitting in here. I break you more like whores sucked my dick outside prison gates."
He then thought once more who was the mysterious angel who was riding him in the middle of his dream and who now was sleeping with Miss Pan Narak in her bed.
"It was a great possy but it is lost now. I think losers will be focking her now, blat "
He applied for a retrial of his fake case. They made him look like he sold a lot of A class drugs.
He was hoping his cousin Igno Bazuka was looking for evidence.
"They were total willful Frankenstein dicks, blat."
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She is stabbed to death in a street alley by Igno Bazuka blade out BKK Central.
"You focking biatch I told you to die."
He stabs her three times in the stomach, turns her over and stands holding her neck behind her breathing her neck.
"It is a love message from Ban Toya. You die from the blade you love so much to die."
He pulls his balls close to her evening dress, closing her heavy breathing mouth. She would not be screaming and delivers two final blows in her liver.
He was twisting his love in and out letting her per say virgins blood out under moon shadow in the dark with his unstable blistering mortal hate.
He whispered to her ear her last words.
"You die biatch, you biatch die."
He releases his palm off her cute face and walks and allows her to slump over in the back alley spreading her dead legs open to a first witness to see it.
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