Almighty painter

Chapter 550 Happy Birthday (Part )

(I remember that a long time ago, I seemed to have owed an extra chapter to a big boss, so I’ll make up for it.)
Da da da.

The woman was carrying a small bag, stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground and passing between the large neon signs above her head.

She took a sip of milk while eating a palm-sized chocolate bread and put the remaining bread into her bag.

Plan to have it as a midnight snack on the night bus back home after get off work.

"Darling, you're really beautiful, aren't you?"

A man in a tight suit followed her.

The street is dotted with all kinds of DJ nightclubs, bars, pubs, football fan theme clubs, and GOGO bars (erotic bars where pleasure seekers go out with girls).

It is a very famous nightlife street in Yangon.

In front of the bar we just passed, there was a large TV broadcasting the French League hanging on the door. The time in the upper right corner showed that it was just past seven in the evening.

This is an awkward time.

Most people have almost gone home from get off work, but for those pleasure seekers who reverse their day and night schedules, it is too early.

So the streets seemed a bit deserted.

The flashing neon lights in front of the shops, the faint smoke from the unattended barbecue stoves, the hungry cats and dogs wandering on the streets...

The punk and metal bands, whose fans disliked each other and were sworn enemies, drifted out from two nightclubs less than 50 meters apart on the same street and intertwined with each other.

Interspersed with the Manchester United fan club in the middle is the giant gold and red sailboat-shaped team logo and the sound of "Glory Glory Man United" playing on loop.

Sports, barbecues, bands, eroticism...all of these elements that seem to be able to stimulate people's hormone secretion have been forcibly mixed together by municipal planning.

The whole world around the woman is like a combination of a drug-abusing rock youth and an old man with excessive hormone secretion, exuding an unreal psychedelic feeling that makes people feel dizzy.

And the erosive desire that nakedly stimulates the nasal cavity.

"Thank you, but I don't think I remember allowing you to call me Daring."

The woman answered but walked forward without looking back.

There is never a shortage of prostitutes in front of the bar.

In addition to female prostitutes who target male pleasure seekers, there are also some male hostesses who target female customers. Of course, they may also work part-time for male customers.

For a real red card, no matter if it is a man or a woman, there is no need to work at this point.

There is no need to stand in front of your store in the hot weather to solicit business.

There are people standing on the street at this point.

Regardless of male or female.

They are often just as hungry as the disabled cats and dogs wandering around the gutters in front of the door.

Even, he is equally skinny.

The guest in tights was a gigolo. Of course, while he was a gigolo, he was probably also a big kid, maybe only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Many men in Myanmar are not tall.

Judging from his appearance, he might even be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

This problem is very serious in many places in Southeast Asia - children and physical workers, these two concepts that sound incompatible, are often terrifyingly combined into one in the same person.

The tights were so tight on his body that one could almost see the lines on his ribs.

"Come on, miss, let's be friends, shall we?"

The cowherd took two quick steps forward.

This time the woman didn't answer and walked forward as if she had heard nothing.

According to common rules, when soliciting customers to this point, you should not do anything further.

However, he hasn't made a single sale for a long time.

I was hot and a little hungry, and felt a little dizzy.

The bar where he worked didn't provide employee meals. It just forced you to use your "charm" and have others treat you to food and drinks to earn commissions.

He had met all kinds of guests on this street, and he vaguely felt that this woman was a little different.

People coming to this street.

Regardless of gender, there are often three main types of people: prostitutes, pleasure seekers, and club fans.

The girl wasn't wearing a team uniform and didn't look like a football enthusiast or a football babe, so the last possibility could be easily ruled out.

Her appearance and figure are definitely not comparable to those of ordinary streetwalkers.

Like the ugly duckling and the swan.

They both have wings, but they're not even the same species.

In fact, there are many beautiful girls on this street, including the waitresses in the bars or the young people who come out to play.

The voluptuous dancer with the slits to the thighs, the JK girl in the school uniform, the hem of the top is above the navel, and the waistline of the pants is almost below the hip line...

No matter how bold or explicit the scene was, he had actually seen it all in the bar.

When desire becomes the work of the flesh, the space for the soul's existence is infinitely compressed.

While the brain secretes hormones again and again like an alcoholic.

People will gradually lose the ability to love.

The man felt that he was becoming as old and senile as an old monk after working as a gigolo.

He felt that he would never feel moved by anyone again in his life.

But when he leaned against the door of the bar, drinking mineral water to resist hunger, he saw the woman walking through the changing lights and shadows of the neon lights, walking down the long street, and passing by the door while biting a piece of bread.

His heart was deeply seduced again.

Her hair was tied up high, which looked very nice.

But words like pure, sexy or elegant don't seem to be appropriate when applied to her.

She is not the kind of woman who wears rich Givenchy musk perfume, nor does she look like a young girl without makeup.

Her temperament is like a stick of incense lit in a temple hall, which is then blown by the wind and can be smelled from far away.

Beautiful and light.

It’s neither suffocating nor oppressive, yet it’s able to stand on its own.

Even her eyebrows are as beautiful as the arc of a knife blade, with a kind of cold and charming charm.

His heart, which was like that of an old monk, was directly struck hard by this woman with a Zen-like temperament.

He knew that such a girl, even if she came to the bar to play, would be like a fly trap in the wild field, and would never lack male companions.

But he couldn't explain why he decided to follow him.

Maybe it's because she is very beautiful.

Maybe it's because her temperament makes her look like a rich person.

Anyway, he really wanted to make this deal.

"Are you here to play?"

No answer.

"Miss, where are you from? I like you."

No answer.

"I know where there's some great music. We have a local singer coming today. I can take you to see him... and leaves. I can get some leaves."

Still no answer.

"Please buy me a drink, 5000 Kyat, no, One dollar, just, One dollar." He reached out and grabbed the small bag behind the woman.

The cowherd said in an almost begging tone. "Or you can treat me to a meal, you know, the kind that I can handle cold or hot meals, very cheap."

The woman stopped.

Finally he turned his face to the side.

She put her hands in her pockets and frowned.

She saw that the person holding her was a pale boy. She didn't know if it was because his suit was too tight or he had a bit of heatstroke from being exposed to the sun during the day, but he stood there as pitifully as a thin bamboo pole. Even the movement of grabbing her bag almost made him fall.

Saw this scene.

She sighed and released the pepper spray from her pocket, replacing it with a small wallet.

The woman took out her wallet and showed him the empty purse except for a bus card and some change.

"I don't have any money. But if you are really hungry, I can treat you to a meal."

I saw that the other person's wallet was very clean.

After realizing that he was wrong and the other party was not a guest.

The pleading look on the cowherd's face immediately disappeared, and instead he whistled frivolously.

"If that's you, it doesn't matter if you don't ask for money. Do you want to charge?"

He may feel that his attitude just now was too humble.

Just prepare to say a few teasing words.

"Is it a cold buffet or——"

Please have some food, cold or hot.

On this street, in fact, in many cases, it does not mean literally.

"HOT LUNCH" has a hidden meaning in the dictionary, which is "what service is provided for", so it is a very vulgar word in American slang culture.

The corresponding term is "cold lunch", which can be roughly understood as solving problems with your mouth.

It can be used as a code when negotiating prices.

Halfway through.

His voice suddenly paused again.

Because he saw that the poor girl, who he had identified as a prostitute, took out a piece of bread wrapped in a plastic bag from her small bag with one hand.

"Go eat something if you need it, you look like you're about to pass out."

She said.

The cowherd was stunned.

In this industry, you make money by throwing your face on the ground.

He is only in his teens, but has the greasy look of a man in his 40s. He can pick up the dollars placed on his boots with his mouth without changing his expression.

Even if the other party slapped him in the face when he was soliciting a customer, he would not care.

But at this moment.

Before one handed over the bread.

His self-esteem was severely hurt.

Human beings are very strange animals. Those who are born in the mud often hope that other people's hearts are also covered with mud to prove that everyone is no different.

In a place shrouded in darkness, I met a sunny girl.

Some people feel ashamed.

Some people will feel grateful.

Some will feel particularly angry.

Why...why, our lives are all like mud, why are you different from me?
The cowherd regained the sensitivity of a teenager after a long time.

"roll."

He let go of the hand that was holding the woman's bag, cursed in a low voice, turned and left.

"How rude."

The woman frowned but didn't care.

She put the bread back into her bag, looked hesitantly at the last bit of bread in her hand, and waved to the local dog next to her that was wagging its tail.

The puppy ran over hesitantly.

"I'm almost done eating. You're lucky today."

The woman touched the head of the puppy, which had a lame leg and hopped as it walked, looking a little funny.

"Be good, dog. I'm going to compete with that stupid boss again. Come on, sister. If you can get a place at the buffet after playing the piano today, the other piece of bread will be yours when I come out later."

She watched the puppy rustle up the piece of bread in her palm and eat it.

I don't know whether he understood or not, he just made a few grunting sounds in response.

She clapped her hands and stood up.

Then he turned into the staff passage leading to the back door of a bar.

"Why, you failed? You have no chance of hooking up with a girl like that. I can tell from the first glance that if she opens her legs once, she can earn as much as you earn in half a year."

Not long after Niulang had walked away, a familiar companion began to ridicule him.

"She's just a prostitute."

The older boy turned around and looked at the bar where the woman disappeared, and the neon sign of a sexy lady with curvy figure outlined by lights.

"Why are you pretending to be a white lotus?"

Everything here was seen clearly by a dark-skinned man who was sitting on a sofa chair in front of the Manchester United club, cooking steak and fried eggs on a plate.
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"I never thought that I could fall for just one girl, She's cool tall beautiful with long blonde curls (I never thought that I would be so obsessed with a girl, she is beautiful and cool, and has long hair)..."

Koko hummed Taylor Swift's classic lyrics and walked into the dressing room backstage of the bar called "Musician".

She turned around and hung the small bag she was carrying on the wall.

Lock the door.

There were piles of women's clothes of various sizes and all kinds of dance dresses in the dressing room, but upon closer inspection, the dancers' costumes looked a little strange.

The bra was decorated with various feathers, but in fact it could not cover the lace dance skirt at all.

The total weight of the fabric for the bunny girl suit should not be more than 100 grams.

The ballet costume is a complete set, but if you look closely, you will find that the fabric is almost transparent.

Fortunately-

Koko didn't come here to dance, she came here to play the piano.

The only piano dress she wore was a long one. Apart from the colorful beads and peacock feathers at the waist, the overall shape was quite normal.

The hotel owner here wants to create a more classical and seductive "Piano Xishi".

Xishi is not a phenomenon unique to Dongxia. In places like Thailand in Southeast Asia, there are a bunch of Xishi internet celebrities.

In this kind of place.

What you can’t see is what’s attractive.

Even so, Koko never dared to wear this set of clothes next to her clothes. Before going out, she would deliberately wear a tight base layer under her clothes.

Take it off and wash it when you get home.

"Protect yourself rule 1: In a place like this, you can wear clothes that have been worn by who knows who. If you don't get gonorrhea, you must be lucky - "Miss Koko's part-time job tips"

Koko told her father that she did not go home after school and found a job as a tutor.

Actually.

These past few days, she has been secretly playing the piano in this bar called The Musician.

She doesn't work after midnight.

From 7:30 to 11:30.

$10 an hour for 4 hours, a total of $40.

She had to earn some money, and the money her father used to build relationships almost drained out all the family savings, and she also borrowed all the foreign debt she could.

My aunt is going to have a baby.

How could it be easy for a high school girl who had not yet graduated to find a suitable tutoring job in a place like Myanmar?

(End of this chapter)