A Scandalous Statue

The following morning, everyone was energized due to the last day of the year. We had a busy schedule ahead of us. First of all, we went to Shinjuku, because Jorgito and Leticia wanted to go to Takashimaya for shopping. Jorgito was extremely happy, since he bought an elegant black coat and expensive wallet. I knew why he bought the coat – he wanted to show his best attire at a night adventure. We, three of us, were planning to invade Roppongi for the opening of New Year.

And then we went to Odaiba. We sauntered around Odaiba Seaside Park. It is a nice spot to stroll with a magnificent ocean view that I admit, but not a scandalous statue. In point of fact, the park contains copy of the Statue of Liberty, apparently not everyone’s idea of good taste, but humiliatingly popular with birdbrained Japanese. As soon as Gerardo saw the ignominy statue, he stood aghast at the sight of the disgraceful object and announced a strong aversion, “Golly, what the hell is that? I can’t believe in my own eyes that Japanese assholes built the fake Statue of Liberty! Shogo, look at Japanese couples over there who are delightfully taking pictures! For the love of God, please assure me that it is just a bad dream. But I’m not sure, man, Japanese couples seem really happy to take pictures and look like half-witted Homo sapiens. It’s the most preposterous statue that my eyes have ever laid on in my whole life. I absolutely hate the half-baked statue!”

We were continuing to wander over Odaiba. We went to Palette Town and hopped into Daikanransha, which is famous for one of the world’s largest Ferris wheel. After we contemplated the beautiful night view from Daikanransha, we set off to Toyota MEGA WEB, where we enjoyed driving E-com Ride. And from there, we went to Decks Tokyo Beach to eat dinner with an ocean view. Leticia was undoubtedly pleased whole day and gave us an incongruous speech over the dinner.

We’re All Brothers

I was so mad at Japanese bastards who have still discriminated foreigners and ashamed of my fellow countrymen’s cold blood attitude toward foreigners. I was very sorry for Gerardo and Jorgito, for they could not enjoy their vacation to the maximum. I had never expected that Japanese jackasses would insolently reject my friends to enter the whorehouse. “When will Japanese realize that we are all human beings although people have different nationalities? They must stop discriminating foreigners and stop embarrassing themselves by showing off their ignorance,” I thought scornfully.

Jorgito was walking on the street to and fro pensively with his hands in his pockets. He looked at me appealingly and went on, “Amigo, remember when we were in Acapulco? We went to a strip club, and you fell in love with a Mexican vagina. You wanted to sleep with her, and she could not speak any English. However, I talked to her, and she let you to bang her. You know, we’re very open. We don’t care where you hail from, for we know in our hearts that we’re all brothers. We welcome everyone who wants to enjoy our fatherland that is able to offer. But alas, fucking Japanese have discriminated us in the right our faces. I still don’t fathom and will never be okay with such a godawful assailment!”

We felt famished and weary out due to another unfruitful night adventure. Thereupon, we decided to eat something. Gerardo wanted to eat Japanese style noodle, so we went to a nice noodle shop. It was around half past twelve when we finished our late supper. We were dejected and drained with body and soul; therefore, we decided to catch a train to go home. As we came to Seibu-Shinjuku Station, another afflicted realty was waiting for us: the last train was long gone. I admitted that it was inexcusably my fault, because I was totally forgot that it was Sunday.

We didn’t have any choice, but simply took a cab. When we came back to Tokorozawa, we paid fifteen thousand Japanese yen to a driver. As we got off the cab, Jorgito was too exhausted to make any complaints but not Gerardo Veloz. He grunted, “Son of bitch! You introduced us the dampest whorehouse in the world, and you made us receive the insult in public. And on top of it all, you made us to pay too much money just for a ride! It’s too much, it’s goddamn too much, my friend. In Mexico riding a cab is very cheap. As a matter of fact, we just need to pay three hundred pesos for the same distant ride. Listen to me carefully, son of bitch, if you ever take us to a doltish place and ask us to pay extravagant price for a ride, I’ll kick your flat Japanese ass with a brute force. Understood? Please ever, ever make me to kick your ass, ha-ha- ha….”

No Sir! We Need to Act

As soon as we hit the street, I explained the frivolous situation down to the last details without omitting anything to them. Gerardo and Jorgito were outraged. I tried to soothe them, but they were resented in the highest degree and did not give their ears to me. Finally, Jorgito could not refrain from bursting into rage and snatched the opprobrium, “Shogo, I was unforgivably insulted! I’m feeling like being spanked in public. To be candid with you, I’ve never been offended like this in all my life. Son of bitch is discriminating us, you know. It’s absolute discrimination without any excuses. I can’t believe that this is happening to us!”

He spat on the street menacingly and carried on his tirade, “Why, Shogo? Why? For Virgin Mary’s sake, tell me, man, why can’t we be allowed to have fun at the stupid whorehouse? Because we can’t speak Japanese? Who the hell cares about a fucking communication? Do we need to have a communication for fornicating? No sir! We need to act. We can fornicate without speaking! And also even if I can’t speak Japanese, I’ll understand everything from a whore’s gestures and expressions.”

“Of course, man!” Gerardo chimed in exasperatedly, “we can understand everything. I’m so offended, too. Shogo, we just want to have a good lay, you know, we don’t need to have a fucking communication. Why the hell do we need to speak goddamn Japanese? I think son of bitch was just making excuses, you know…. They just didn’t want Mexicans to bang their whores!”

You Can’t Enter Our Place

I decided to take my friends to Eleven Channel, where they could have fun with a reasonable price, study whores’ pictures, and have many choices. To tell the truth, I frequented to pay a visit to there in order to calm my aggressive stallion down when I was an infatuated chap. As we sailed in Eleven Cannel, a pimp’s expression was morbidly changed; he was dashing toward us alarmingly, as if he saw human atomic bombs and guarding his sanctuary antagonistically, with his arms stretching horizontally. And he said, in an agitated voice, “You can’t enter our place. Please kindly leave.”

I was utterly flabbergasted and queried in bewildered look, “How come?”

“I’m afraid to say that our place is only for Japanese. We can’t allow foreigners to enter our sanctuary.”

“I don’t understand – why? What is wrong with my friends? Are you discriminating a nationality?”

He inquired with a troubled look, “Let me ask you one simple question: Can they speak Japanese? If they can, I will happily invite them to enjoy our sanctuary.”

“Are you serious? Do they look like speaking Japanese fluently? No sir, they are Mexicans and simply want to enjoy Japanese women – that’s all. So, tell me now for heaven’s sake, what’s wrong with my friends?” I was beyond rage.

“Excuse me, I understand your point, but we believe that communications are a necessary tool to enjoy our services. Our girls must explain the established rules, and your friends must understand them.”

“I can explain the rules to my friends, so please just cut craps off and let us have fun.”

“I can’t let them have fun!” he shrieked.


“Allow me to tell you that we need to protect our girls from violating the rules. When our girls want to stop them from some violent acts, and they can’t understand what our girls explain, what will happen? We can’t take such a dangerous risk. Furthermore, we are proud of our services and history. Eleven Channel has offered satisfied services for decades, and we have never allowed foreigners to enter our sanctuary in our history. As a result, please kindly leave our sanctuary for this right instance,” he explained with unduly dignity.

“What a pathetic prick!” I thought to myself. Gerardo and Jorgito were watching us with open mouths. They could not understand what we were talking about, but they definitely got the gist of our bickering. Jorgito could no longer endure this humiliating situation anymore. It seemed to me that he decidedly flipped his top – he snapped spitefully, “Stop, Shogo! Enough! I’m so offended. Let’s get the hell out of here. Son of bitch is insulting us too much!” He stormed out, flipping the finger off the pimp. Gerardo and I were standing there to collect ourselves to understand what just happened for seven seconds and chased after him in dismay.

I Bolted out Like a Madman

Here we were! Two Mexican and the lost sheep were marching on the streets of Kabuki-Cho flamboyantly. Gerardo and Jorgito were horrified to see a lot of conversation clubs and could not comprehend why Japanese are willing to pay for just talking. They told me that it was ridiculous for Japanese pricks to pay for having a conversation, since we could talk to girls anywhere, even coffee shops. I was totally agree with them and ashamed on my fellow countrymen. Even these days, I myself do not comprehend why Japanese blockheads always spend a considerable sum for just having a conversation. When I was a slave, my colleagues always forced me to go to a conversation club with them, but I obstinately refused to spend my money on empty vaginas. Sometimes they forced me to come with them and insisted to pay for all my expenses. As a matter of fact, I was appalled to witness that they were animated and enjoyed talking with scandalously nitwit vaginas. I could not stand the frivolous ambiance more than five minutes; I was scared the pants off of their debaucheries and freaked out. I bolted out like a madman.