Rebirth of India: Superior

After figuring out what this coffeeshop was about, Shakru asked with enlightenment: "Oh, so the reason why this place is decorated so brightly is to differentiate it from other coffee shops?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "It has this meaning, but it is not the main reason. The color here is called rasta color, which originates from the rastafa sect in Jamaica, Latin America. This is a black sect that advocates a simple life. Pure food, longing for peace, dreaming of the ultimate liberation of life, to return to mankind's paradise on earth: Africa.

The Jamaican singer Bob Marley, the originator of reggae music in the 1960s and 1970s, was a loyal believer in this sect. He brought rastafa to all over the world, and also brought the red, yellow and green colors on his woolen hat and a wild hair. The Jamaican dreadlocks became a symbol of the era and the sect. In Amsterdam, "a is regarded as a sacrament. They believe that if you drink dama, you can gain wisdom and understand God's will to a higher degree."

Just when Shakru was thinking wildly, the middle-aged man asked with a smile: "How about it, sir, are you interested in tasting it? Only here in the whole of Europe can you enjoy the fun of dama openly!"

Shakru waved his hands repeatedly and said, "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 leave here."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man not only did not stop him, but also stood up and said: "Well, my friend from far away, let me take you to a fun place to prevent you from going to the wrong place again."

Shakru thought that it would be much better to have a local to lead the way than walking around on his own, so he readily agreed: "Okay, okay, thank you very much. By the way, what do you call me?" "

"Just call me Cilesen. What do you call me sir?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Oh, my name is Shakru Pandit, from India." Shakru introduced himself.

"India is a country with a long history and is very beautiful. I have been to Mumbai before, and it felt like the second Amsterdam to me." Cillessen said exaggeratedly.

Shakru complained in his heart that although I have never been to Mumbai, I am sure that Mumbai will never be like Amsterdam, which is full of three-point window beauties and dama cookies, but he still responded: "I live in In New Delhi, welcome Mr. Cillessen to visit New Delhi next time, and I will take you to some interesting places.”

The two of them chatted and laughed and left the unique sweet smell of this restaurant. Shaklu felt a lot more at ease, but at this moment, a question from a person next to him made him feel something was wrong.

"Hey, Cillessen, your new friend is so beautiful!" This is a tall, bearded man with extremely lewd eyes.

pretty? It seems inappropriate to use beautiful to describe a man. Before Shakru could ask back, Cilesen had already started to drive him away: "Go, go, go, this Indian friend just came to Amsterdam today, don't scare him! "

At this time, a guy who was dressed as a woman but could still tell that he was a man turned around, stuck to the bearded man and said, "You just ignore new people when you see them?"

The bearded man stretched out his arms and hugged him while laughing: "How is that possible? I came here just for you today. I just saw Cillessen bringing new people, so I came over to say hello." With that, the two people He walked towards the corner.

Seeing this scene, Shakru felt a chill all over his body. It was only then that he realized that there was not a single woman in the bar. It was full of men, and many of the men were dressed strangely and behaved in an artificial way. He suddenly felt something was wrong, and asked Cillessen sternly: "Mr. Cilesen, may I ask where this place is?"

"This is a bar!" Cilesen replied casually.

"Bar? Isn't that right? Why isn't there a woman?" Shakru asked.

Cillessen chuckled, and then said slowly: "Because this is a bar only for men, let those dirty women go to hell!"

It wasn't until this moment that Shakru suddenly realized it and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my God, this isn't a gay bar, is it?"

Cilesen nodded and admitted, "Yes, so this is a paradise for men!"

"I'm not gay, why did you bring me here?" Shakru said as he took a few steps back, trying to put as much distance between himself and Cillessen as a pervert.

Unexpectedly, Cilesen's answer almost made Shakru almost faint. He said very affectionately: "Because I love you. From the first moment I saw you, I couldn't help but fall in love with you. Your white and delicate skin, your exotic temperament, and your gentle and sexy voice are all deeply attracted to me, oh! My Shakru, please accept my love!" As he said this, he knelt down on one knee. down.

At this time, Shaklu felt thunder rolling above his head, and his body was no longer sick of the cold, but felt so sick that he wanted to vomit. He pointed at Cilesen and said: "You, you, don't disgust me! Tell me! You, I am a pure man, I like women, women with long legs, big breasts and perky butts, not men, you You damn faggot, stay away from me!" The reason why Shaklu's words were not coherent at this time was purely because he was disgusted and angry. Although he has been a man for two generations, he never thought that one day he would be attracted by a man. , there will be a man courting me, this feeling, this feeling, forget it, let me find a place to vomit for a while!

Although Shakru sternly refused, Cilesen still did not give up: "My Shakru, how can you be sure that you don't like men without trying it? To be honest, I used to think that I only liked women, but after trying After one experience, I fell in love with that feeling and discovered that true love is only when a man is with a man, and only for procreation with a woman!”

Shakru, who was so angry that he was shaking all over, simply took out the ppk pistol from his pocket and said: "If you pester me again, believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot?"

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