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.