X-Boys

X-Boys Pattaya sits on Pattaya Land Soi 1 with a lit marquee that leaves little mystery: showtime at ten and eleven, a rainbow runner to the door, neon bleeding onto white sidewalk tables where the night starts early. Inside, the room tightens into red-and-green booths under wooden beams, purple drapes framing a small stage. Drink cards wait on black tables; the lights run warm and low. On stage the boys work full cabaret — saturated stripes, color-block shirts, green and blue trousers, afro wigs and mic in hand — playful rather than hushed, built for numbers and eye contact, not a quiet corner. This stretch of Bang Lamung draws the after-dark crowd that already knows boy shows are part of Pattaya’s grammar: foreign visitors on a night run, mixed groups chasing something brighter than a bar stool. Walk-in, incall, claim a booth, stay for the set. Ninety-five reviews land it at four stars; the photos suggest a house that leans theatrical, loud, and unapologetically on-show.