Aki - Bad person

"Mass"

"Yes"

"What does it mean?"

"I think it's Chinese. It means to press."

A very knowledgeable young man, a journalist by the name of Kyaw Kyaw Latt (Railway), was explaining it to me.

"Wait.. Wait.. The massage is under the Pansodan Hill Bridge. What's the difference between sitting on a bench and getting massaged?"

"Ah.. Ko Kyi is confused.. Those were big men with big hands, and now these beautiful girls are being fucked by my brother.. Hehe"

When I heard the voice of a girl, my hair was curly. I am a handsome young man, aren't I?

Don't think of it as a single person with many friends, I'm talking about a single person who is active and has many friends.

I can't stand it, they're ruining my life. I've had to wipe my tears with my knees many times...

I don't have anyone to hang out with, I only hang out with people from this newspaper. It's not good for anyone to brag about it. God bless you.

Those guys, Shi Thu Aung and Lum Wai Naing, are karaoke players. When they get drunk, they just grab a microphone and start singing. Even singing is not just a little singing. It's a big singing.

Oh.. it's lucky that I'm an alcoholic, if I wasn't an alcoholic, I'd be so stupid and a jerk.

Aung Ma... When I go into a karaoke room and sit next to girls, they put their big noses on the girl's cheek and become quiet.

I said.

"Hey, man.. That girl is blinded by the light. I know that girl. She's from our neighborhood. She's always selling candles at the duty-free market in the morning."

Yes. I mean it. They're making money off of the money they give you. What do you mean by that?

"Just because I'm a woman, I get better air than you, man."

He put his big nose back and remained quiet.

Think about it. In the morning, they would burn candles all day, sell them at the market, and then come here at night, without taking a shower or bathing.

Well... they say the air is clean. In fact, you can get a stroke in a T-shirt.

I'm exhausted, that's all.

Oh... Kyaw Kyaw Latt and Zeyar Myat Khaing are on the same line. This line.

"I don't have to pay much money, only three thousand for one session."

"One session is" "One hour.. brother"

I'm lost. I'm not lost. I'm lost. I'm lost. I'm lost. I'm lost. I'm lost.

"Hey.. a girl's massage is worth three thousand won per hour, so where is the place?"

"I know."

I looked back at him. The black-skinned boy, who had been nicknamed "Kalalay" since the beginning, was in the dark, so I could only see him as a shadow on the brick wall. If this guy didn't work as a journalist, he would have been more likely to get hurt. If he kept his mouth shut and ran around, no one would see him.

“Oh.. I know, of course. It’s yours, my dear. The big news in the Khir Journal is that the writer Akiyataw was caught red-handed while riding a horse in Masat.”

“Oh.. Brother.. Kyaw Kyaw Latt, I was in love with that girl too, ah... ah”

I'm still showing off with all my joy. I'm the only one who suspects...

"Look, the guys at the crime journal are scolding me. They're just waiting for me to come up with a story and put it on the cover if there's a case."

"Ah.. If my brother is like that, I'll add it too, eh.. yeah... for sure."

"What are you sure about?"

"To make things happen, eh.. eh.. I said to make things happen, ahh" "Huh"

I sighed. I don't really trust this account. Once upon a time

“A model is my brother’s fan, so she waited at the restaurant to introduce him. You know what? That kind of thing makes me so happy that I can’t control it. . Hehe.

Do you know who else they brought? They brought an old woman from their house, touching her thighs. And then they said,

"Auntie... I've been wanting to feed you this for a long time, and now I'm finally getting the hang of it, hehe."

Because I am a big sour person.

Now, it's up to the darkness to decide whether it's his words or not.

"Really.. yes... because I love you, I've even sung a song, I swear, I'm responsible for making the awkward situation of writing a letter to my brother go away in an instant."

Oh.. I'm not a scoundrel either. And scoundrels are easy to kill. So..

"Well.. I'll go anyway. Where is it? Is it far?"

"Follow me"

Nga Ti walked away, her skin pale and shadowed by the dark shadow of the bridge. I followed behind. Oh. . I thought to myself, "Have I ever been raped by a girl I've never met before?"

"My teacher.. Konkon"

While I was lost in my thoughts, I was startled by the sound of a roar from the east.

“Hmm.. Hmm.. Why do you have to lie down, why?” “Ah.. It's not possible because people will see you.. Lie down.. Lie down.” The situation got worse.

Just think about it. I could have walked around the city at any time, and now I have to hide from people because I'm with this guy.

Oh my.. what can I do? I want to massage him as he says. So I just lie down, squat down, as he says.

After a while, a ladder came from the edge of the darkness.

"Now.. my teacher will count the numbers and then I will run up."

"Hmm.. I have to run up.. where.. how far?"

"Eight layers"

“Hmm.. eight.. eight floors,” Nga Ti smiled and nodded. Then.. “Ready... three.. let’s run.” “Ha.”

I think I'll use it after a year. Once I use it, I have to rush and run.

Oh.. Isn't my mother a lazy person who sits and writes all the time? I'm also disabled, so I have to run up to the eighth floor. When I got to the eighth floor, I was so tired.

When I reached the eighth floor, Nga Ti smiled and...

"Shu..stay behind me, if I see your big face, I'll get scared and not open the door for you."

"Ah.. you're just pressing.. what does that have to do with the eyes?"

“Shu.

Seeing the white teeth of the original black tiger, it seemed as if the man inside was crazy. The tiger tried to tear it apart with all its might.

"Kyaung Kyaw Latt.. Kyaw Kyaw Latt." The two eyes inside..

“Aw.. I’m thinking about a big shadow.. Aw.. Ko Kyaw Kyaw Latt, there’s no place left. Can you come back in a moment?”

"Ah.. uh.. don't do that.. I.. I brought my teacher here."

I opened my mouth at his words. "Hey... what a mess... what a mess..."

The person inside seemed to be startled when they saw me. "Hey.. that's a teacher, give me a place to sit."

Kyaw Kyaw Latt added a thousand tons and said.

"The golden door and the silver door opened." "It's hard. . . If there's no place left."

As soon as the door opened, I hurried into the room.

"Ha"

At first glance, it looks like a beauty salon. But inside, there are many girls and guests who come to pay their respects. Everyone is taking their own initiative.

“Hey, man... where's the massage parlor?” I asked, not seeing anyone getting massaged. “It's upstairs, in the attic,” I looked up.

Anyone who has ever been to a Yangon apartment building knows the attics. Originally, the apartments were only ten or twelve feet high, and when those apartments were divided, the highest attic was only five feet high. Some were four feet high, and ten-foot-high apartments had attics that were only two feet high.

This apartment is a little higher, so the attic seems to take up a little space.

"It's hard.. There's only one place left.. Well.. there's a special room. That room is more expensive."

“How much is a special room?” “Seven thousand.. just one room.”

Kyaw Kyaw Latt turned to look at me. I nodded. Anyway, it's only seven thousand baht for three people here.

Kyaw Kyaw Latt turned around..

"Okay, I'll take the vacant seat, and send my teacher to the special room."

The receptionist nodded. "Then pay the bill first." "Hmm.. ah..

They ask for money in advance before doing anything, I don't know if this is their culture.

He cleared his money. Then... "Come on," they followed him. It was the attic I was talking about.