New Escape for Donald Trump: “Marinlago” in Rawai, Phuket
Donald Trump paced the expansive terrace of one of his high-rise apartments, golden cufflinks glinting under the fluorescent lights. His phone buzzed constantly with alerts—none of them good. The headlines were a broken record: “President Musk Moves to Rescind Trump’s Citizenship.”
His latest social media tirade had been too much for even his staunchest supporters. Now, he found himself in an unthinkable position: he needed to get out of the United States before Musk’s bold new presidency saw him officially evicted.
Leaning over the balcony, Trump muttered, “I need a place far away from all this. A place where no one can call me an idiot to my face.” His mind raced, searching for the right destination. He wasn’t a stranger to luxury, but where could he go that was warm, exclusive, and out of the American spotlight?
His eyes lit up. “Thailand.”
A whisper from his memory: Rawai. A beautiful coastal town in Phuket, lined with white beaches, luxury villas, and marinas. He’d heard of it from an associate who once bragged about the tranquility, the yachts, and the crystal-clear waters. It sounded like the perfect place to build his next grand sanctuary. Somewhere he could golf, tweet, and avoid the harsh realities of being persona non grata in his own country.
The name of his beloved Florida estate, Mar-a-Lago, echoed in his thoughts. He grinned.
“Marinlago. That’s what I’ll call it. It’ll be huge. Bigger and better than anything they’ve ever seen in Rawai.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he dialed his real estate agent, a sharp-suited man who had facilitated many of his previous ventures.
“Jeff, I need a property in Rawai. Think beach views, private pools, the works. We’re calling it Marinlago.”
Jeff coughed lightly. “Thailand? That’s a bit… far, Mr. Trump.”
“Exactly! I need to get the hell away from the USA before President Musk decides I’m too much of an idiot to stay. I don’t need him launching me into space or deporting me to Canada.”
Jeff paused, suppressing a smirk. “Understood, sir. I’ll find you something exceptional.”
Within days, Trump’s private jet touched down in Phuket, the sun casting golden hues over the Andaman Sea. A convoy whisked him away to Rawai, where a sprawling oceanfront villa awaited inspection. Palm trees swayed in the breeze, and the sound of the waves lapped gently against the shore.
As he stepped out, his eyes widened. This was it. Marble floors gleamed beneath high vaulted ceilings, infinity pools stretched out to meet the sea, and a private dock sat ready for a yacht—maybe two. He could already imagine gold lettering spelling out Marinlago over the gates.
“This’ll show them. While they’re arguing back home, I’ll be living like a king here.”
The agent smiled. “Would you like to finalize the purchase?”
Trump grinned, thumbs up. “Absolutely. Marinlago is born! Thailand’s never seen anything like me.”
As he admired the sunset over Rawai, he chuckled to himself. He was no longer just escaping—he was upgrading
