In the morning, Scott Carter got up from under the counter, stretched out, grabbed a bottle of wine, took a big sip, raised his head and gurgled for a while.
The alcohol melted and his mouth smelled bad. He swallowed it and felt refreshed.
When I opened the door to have breakfast and buy hot dogs, I "picked up" someone else's newspaper and came back to pass the time.
To be honest, he is much better at reading newspapers than Elena and others.
This is a tabloid that men like very much - "The Atlanta Star".
It often publishes some interesting reports, such as cats and dogs born in Indian immigrants’ homes, and Russian immigrant aunts snatching black bears from the Great Smoky Mountains.
The recent covert reports on the Methodist Association and the ATL Women's Association are quite fascinating.
In the eyes of people in the Clayton community, those people who are bright on the surface are filthy on the inside.
Scott also heard people say last year that the children of faithful Methodists were hurt and had no way to cry.
Turning to the second page of the newspaper, Scott looked for the story about the Methodist Church and the Women's Association, and saw a line of eye-catching headlines.
"The Methodist Church accused the Beast House of discriminating against men. The Beast House responded: It is open to male customers from ten o'clock every night!"
Scott looks at the specifics.
Some customers wanted to go to the Beast House for entertainment, but were faced with difficulties because of their male status. The Methodist Church accused the Beast House of not being equal at all, but of infinitely elevating women's status beyond normal social conditions.
The Star News sent a reporter to the Beast House for an interview. The relevant person in charge of the Beast House said that the club supports the affirmative action and there is absolutely no discrimination. The Beast House is open to all customers, but because the number of people it can accommodate is limited, it is recommended that male customers enter after ten o'clock. field.
Scott was a man, and even though his head was a little confused due to alcohol, he understood the hidden meaning of this report.
Who are the customers of the Beast House Gigolo Club? What can a man gain if he enters the venue after ten o'clock?
Scott threw away the newspaper, opened the counter drawer, and rummaged for the money.
Only found $7.
Scott slapped his forehead, remembered something, closed the store door and entered the community, arriving near his home.
Bastard Martin has made some money lately!
Of course you have to use other people’s money to pick up girls!
He climbed over the waist-high wire fence, and just as he was about to go in and search, he found a pair of broken pliers on the window sill outside, and bundles of wire mesh underneath.
Scott glanced over and saw that the barbed wire fence between his house and James' house had been cut off.
"Fuck! Davis and his son are all bullshit!" He was furious: "My father hacked my wife for free, my idiot son hacked my daughter for free, and he even hacked my barbed wire fence! You two bastards are waiting. , if Emma gives birth to a daughter, I will never let your daughter and sister go!"
Scott suddenly felt that something was wrong, that the relationship seemed a bit messy? My head full of alcohol couldn't figure it out clearly, so I simply stopped thinking about it.
He picked up the pliers, clicked, cut off more barbed wire, bundled it with the previous ones, and dragged it to sell the scraps to make enough money to pick up girls at night.
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At the House of Beasts, everyone arrived at the club three hours early.
Martin yelled, "Brother, get the damn poster out."
Bruce came over with a bundle of posters and placed them on the stage.
Hart came over and opened it. The poster showed photos of the club when it was open. The faces of all the customers were blurred, and only women could be seen.
Eye-catching fonts form the simplest language - at ten o'clock every night, the House of Beasts welcomes macho men!
Hart understood and was filled with gratitude: "Dad Martin, you must let me call you Dad Martin. You saved my brother! My brother who is suffering..."
Martin pushed him away: "I just want my daughter."
Hart had long been shameless and shouted to everyone: "You all bear witness. Starting tonight, I will save money for sex reassignment surgery. Next year you will call me Miss Hart!"
Bruce urged: "Stop talking nonsense, you stupid pig, go to work quickly."
Martin shouted to Ivan and others: "Go and put the posters on the poster board outside. If anyone is slow, I will marry Miss Hart to him and let you love each other for ten thousand years!"
Everyone was vying to be the first to marry Miss Hart.
When the time comes to explode or to be exploded, that is a difficult question.
On the second floor, Vincent came out of the office and stood by the fence.
Martin turned back: "Boss, you can't let people come in."
"I know." Vincent put his hands on the fence: "They can hook up casually, but they must not mess around in my club."
There’s nothing difficult about it, it’s just that after ten o’clock the House of Beasts becomes the most common nightclub.
Martin has said everything that needs to be said, but he doesn't understand business management.
And he was just a temporary worker who was paid hourly.
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Outside the club, posters were posted on the poster board, immediately attracting the attention of many passers-by.
Anyone in Atlanta who pays a little attention to social news knows what kind of place the Beast House is.
Men, there are some things that you simply don’t need to be taught.
Simple mathematical questions are written here, but many men may not be able to understand them.
No matter how complicated the hint is, a man can understand it after reading it.
Two friends stared at the poster, and one asked: "Come and see tonight?"
Another said: "Man, you know I'm all for women's rights and the ladies have to be given what they want!"
This afternoon, people nearby who had read the "Atlanta Star" came over and looked around. They saw the poster posted by the House of Beasts and re-planned their evening's itinerary.
When it gets dark, a long line of women forms in front of the Beast House.
In the past two days, the club has issued relevant announcements, and those who don't like it can leave after ten o'clock.
There were more female customers coming over.
When you go out to play, it is better to meet the right person in one place than to go to other places.
At 8:30 pm, in the black bar across the street, twenty young and strong black guys were taken into a large private room on the second floor.
Boyette was waiting here and said: "You are carefully selected by me in Nancheng. You are all the best guys. I will give you the opportunity to make money, and you must also help me make money!"
He looked at Diego: "Have you made everything clear?"
Diego said: "I said it twice carefully."
Boyet glanced at all the dark faces, and suddenly took out a gun from his crotch: "You remember, no matter how hungry the slut who comes to you is, or how much money he is willing to give you, you are not allowed to follow him immediately. When they leave, you have to bring them into the bar and make them spend money! Once you spend enough money, I don’t care how they want to control you."
There is no good way out for these old gangsters. The big bosses who have worked hard to get into the bustling urban areas are willing to give them a chance, so they come.
Ten minutes later, twenty old black men stood outside the black bar with their strong muscles exposed, waiting for the customers mentioned by the boss to come.
Although women entered the bar one after another, none of them came from the House of Beasts across the street.
After some time, hundreds of men lined up in front of the Beast House.
"Go to the other side! The House of Beasts lets men in at ten o'clock." A customer came out of the black bar and said to his companion: "It's full of hungry sluts, and they will follow you wherever they want."
The two of them hurriedly crossed the road and lined up on the opposite side.
The news quickly spread in the black bar, and more men came out and rushed to the other side.
Anyone who frequents nightclubs near Saijo Street knows that the women who come out of the House of Beasts at night are particularly easy to seduce and have fun with.
