The whole point of making money is so that when you are ancient like me, you dont have to rely on looks to get hole.

I could buy and sell all your holes for less than the price of a pair of shoes. This hole. That hole. All your holes. I would parade your holes on a kathoey stage before a crowd of drunken Thai business men, auction you off and send you back to the pen like cattle.

I would be at the podium swinging my gavel, "2,000 baht! Do I hear 2,500? 2,400? 2,100 baht to the man in a jaapi! Jing jing? Makkwa? Sold for 2,100!"

Then you would twerk for them as the cock fight starts and I count my Thai gold ha cha cha