David Fletcher and his partner Shane were into setting up brothels here from the word go. The pair of them arrived here in about 2006-7, I think from Pattaya going by the stupid way they talked to locals. They had this sort of pitch that resembled a family album crossed with a mood board (pictures of cocktails and Humphrey Bogart and Art Deco interiors, airbrushed tropical landscapes, airbrushed hookers etc) and a lot of text about their "mission".
It was going to be really sophisticated, you would be picked up at the airport in a fancy car (maybe they meant the clapped-out Range Rover Classic they had?) by the hostess who would take care of your every need, in the most amazing 5-star environment imaginable. The bar/ guesthouse? they set up was actually well-kitted out, but it was in a tiny 2 story shophouse. The owner David was a right cunt though, I only went in a few times and he was always making sleazy comments. Did I mention that he used to wear eye-shadow and a school-tie tied around his forehead? His mate Shane didn't seem too bad but they backed each other up when they thought they were tough guys and tossed a few people out of their bar. They never threw me out, they just ripped me off for services rendered and I never returned. I didn't really bother with them after that, I'm not vindictive. Unfortunately for them some other disgruntled creditors were.
Slashing the tuk-tuk driver's seat was a dick move too. And that was before it really went downhill.