AFTER FIGURING OUT WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH THIS COFFEESHOP, SHAKRU ASKED, "OH, SO THE DECORATION HERE IS SO BRIGHT TO DISTINGUISH IT FROM OTHER COFFEE SHOPS?" ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "There is such a meaning, but it is not the main reason. The color here is called Rasta and is derived from the Rastafari sect of Jamaica in Latin America. It is a black sect that advocates a simple life, pure food, a desire for peace, a dream of the ultimate liberation of life, to return to the earthly paradise of mankind: Africa.

The Jamaican singer Bob Marley, the originator of reggae music in the sixties and seventies, was a big believer in this sect, and he brought the Rastafari sect around the world, turning his red, yellow and green beanie hat and wild Jamaican dreadlocks into the hallmarks of the era and the sect. The "Coffeeshop" in Amsterdam chose the Rasta color as a symbol because the Rastafari believe that smoking DAMA is a sacrament, believing that by smoking DAMA, they can gain wisdom and understand God's will to a higher degree. ”

Just as Shakru was thinking nonsense, the middle-aged man smiled and asked, "How is it, this gentleman, are you interested in tasting it?" This is the only place in Europe where you can enjoy DAMA in the open! ”

Shakru waved his hand again and again, "No, no, I'm not interested in this kind of thing." Then he thought for a moment and said, "Well, sir, thank you for your explanation, I think I'd better get out of here." ”

Unexpectedly, instead of stopping him, the middle-aged man also stood up and said, "That's it, friend from afar, I'll take you to a fun place, lest you go to the wrong place again." ”

Shakru thought that if a local led the way, it would indeed be much better than walking around, so he readily agreed: "Okay, okay, thank you so much, by the way, what do you call it?" ”

"It's good if you call me Cillessen, what do you call me, sir?" The middle-aged man asked rhetorically.

"Oh, my name is Shakru Pandit and I'm from India." Shakru introduced himself.

"India, it's a very beautiful country with a long history, I've been to Mumbai and it feels like a second Amsterdam." Cillessen said exaggeratedly.

Shakru complained in his heart, although I have never been to Mumbai, but I am sure that Mumbai will never be like Amsterdam full of three-point window beauties and DAMA biscuits, but his mouth still responded: "I live in New Delhi, welcome Mr. Cillesson next time I have the opportunity to visit New Delhi, and I will take you to a few interesting places when the time comes." ”

THE TWO OF THEM TALKED AND LAUGHED AND LEFT THE COFFEESHOP, AND SILLESON LED SHAKRU TO A VERY LIVELY BAR, ALTHOUGH THE BAR WAS LIVELY AND NOISY, BUT BECAUSE OF THE LACK OF THE UNIQUE SWEET FRAGRANCE OF DAMA, SHAKRU FELT A LOT MORE STEADY, BUT AT THIS TIME, THE QUESTION OF A PERSON NEXT TO HIM MADE HIM FEEL A LITTLE BAD.

"Hey, Cillesson, your new friend is so pretty!" It was a tall, bearded man, but his eyes were extremely obscene.

Pretty? It doesn't seem appropriate to describe a man as beautiful, and before Shakru could ask, Cillessen had already opened his mouth and said: "Go, go, go, this Indian friend just came to Amsterdam today, don't scare people!" ”

At this time, a guy who was dressed as a woman but could still see that it was a man turned around, stuck to the beard and said, "When you see a new person, you ignore others?" ”

The bearded man stretched out his hand and hugged it while laughing: "How is it possible, I came for you today, but I saw Cillessen bring a newcomer, so I just came to say hello." With that, the two men walked to the corner.

Seeing this scene, Shakru only felt a chill all over his body, and it was only at this time that he realized that there was not a single woman in this bar, it was full of men, and many men were dressed strangely and behaved pretentiously. ”

"This is a bar!" Cillessen replied casually.

"Bars? No, why don't you have a woman? Shakru asked.

Cillessen smiled, and then said slowly: "Because this is a bar for men, to hell with those dirty women!" ”

It wasn't until this time that it dawned on Shakru and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my God, this can't be a gay bar, right?" ”

Cillessen nodded and admitted, "That's right, so this is a man's paradise!" ”

"I'm not gay, what are you bringing me here for?" Shakru said as he took a few steps back, trying to distance himself from the pervert Cillesson.

Unexpectedly, Cillessen's answer made Shakru almost faint, but he said very affectionately: "Because I love you, from the first time I saw you, I couldn't help but fall in love with you, your white and delicate skin, full of exotic temperament, gentle and sexy voice are deeply attracted to me, oh!" My Shakru, please accept my love! So saying, he got down on one knee.

At this time, Shakru only felt that the thunder was rolling above his head, and his body was no longer a problem of cold, but he felt disgusting and was about to vomit, he pointed at Cillessen and said, "You, you, don't disgust me!" Tell you, I'm a pure man, I like women, women with long legs, big breasts and butts, not men, you damn faggot stay away from me! "The reason why Shakru didn't speak coherently at this time was purely disgusting and angry, although he was a human being in two lives, he never thought that one day he would be taken in by a man, there would be a man courting him, this feeling, this feeling, forget it, let me find a place to vomit for a while!

Despite Shaklu's stern refusal, Cillessen still didn't give up: "My Shaklu, how can you be sure you don't like men without trying?" To be honest, I used to think that I only liked women, but after trying it once, I fell in love with that feeling, and found that only a man is true love when he is with a man, and with a woman it is just for reproduction! ”

Shaklu, who was trembling with anger, simply took out the PPK pistol from his pocket and said: "If you pester me again, believe it or not, I will shoot you with one shot?" ”