Pattaya robbery case: I'm not a ladybug, I'm a victim with nowhere to turn.

I've been to Pattaya over ten times, and I know better than anyone that there are ladyboys here.
So before meeting, my first question was:
Are you a real woman?
The other person clearly told me: Yes.
They even proactively showed me a lady certificate, desperately trying to prove they weren't transgender.

I've never liked ladyboys; it was them who deceived me from start to finish.

Was I there to solicit prostitution?
I made it perfectly clear with my first words upon meeting:
I won't give you a single cent.
The other person also agreed unequivocally.

I didn't want to take advantage, I didn't want to pay for services,
I just treated it as an ordinary date.

Later, they said they had just gotten off work and wanted to borrow my room to change clothes.
I've been to Thailand over ten times before; when I got lost, people helped, when I had a language barrier, people helped.
I always thought Thailand was a gentle, kind, slow-paced country,
so I softened and agreed, thinking it was just a small favor.

I never dreamed in my wildest dreams
that this was a trap the three of them had set up in advance.

Once in the room, they immediately turned hostile and demanded money.
After I refused, they changed their tune and said they didn't want money, just wanted to keep me company.
Until finally, they confessed to being ladyboys.
The moment I said I couldn't accept it,
they instantly flew into a rage, picking up beer bottles and high heels to throw at me.
The three of them beat me up together, stole all my cash, and smashed the room's TV.

I was beaten all over,
over ten thousand Thai baht and over a thousand Hong Kong dollars were all stolen,
in the end, I only had 70 Thai baht left on me, and even that was loose change thrown on the floor that no one wanted.

After reporting to the police, I truly understood what despair meant:
The police were perfunctory; even when their superior ordered someone to accompany me to the hospital, no one was willing to move, just kept their heads down scrolling through TikTok.
The hospital refused to treat me, demanding 20,000 Thai baht upfront, unwilling to even do a simple check-up.
The hotel's first move wasn't to catch the perpetrators, but to swiftly report to the police, forcing me to pay for the smashed TV, and withholding my room key so I couldn't enter.
The embassy only knew how to spout correct but useless words: if you have no money, ask your family; if the hospital is expensive, go to another one; if the hotel makes you pay, hire a lawyer.

And what chilled me to the bone the most was the domestic public opinion.
The entire internet ignored the truth, didn't listen to the story,
and just opened their mouths to curse me, calling me deserving, a john, and the author of my own misfortune.

What exactly did I do wrong?
I confirmed the gender in advance, and was deceived.
I stated upfront I wouldn't pay, and was set up.
I kindly lent a place to change clothes, and was violently robbed.
I trusted this country, and ended up being severely hurt.

I am a victim, injured with no one to treat me, unable to return to my hotel. I wrote this out in its entirety, just hoping more people would see it and avoid this pitfall.
But in the eyes of most people,
I have become the one who most deserves to die.
 

When you're overseas, what can you rely on, and who can you rely on?