Anon. About 10 years ago, while still studying at university, I worked in security. The work was with...

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 Anon. About 10 years ago, while still studying at university, I worked in security. The work was with...

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About 10 years ago, while still studying at university, I worked in security. Work was from 20:00 to 02:00. The bar was called "Deep". Bar in the basement, with hookahs, sofas and VIP rooms, closed with curtains. The fact that people constantly fucked in these VIP cells is normal. When I was making a tour of the establishment, I saw everyone behind the curtains. Not the point. Once, in the middle of the week, 4 guys came, normal in appearance, they had already visited us a couple of times. They drank in the VIP room, whiskey and all sorts of other crap, hookah.
I saw the worst shit when, 1.5 hours before closing, I went to look around the booths. After what I saw, I went up to the bartender, I said that I’m fucking quitting this “blue oyster”... He and the waitress, in confusion, asked what was the matter, I answered so that they could see for themselves, I’m not going there anymore, I’m done there is plenty to see. Natasha, the waitress went to take a look, came back and swore, saying fagots are fucking crazy, this is complete fucked up. The bartender, having gone there, also returned to ah... What they saw was no longer interesting to me, but what I saw was fucked up... These four "from Brokeback Mountain" sat in pairs on the sofas, kissing each other , and jerked off to each other...
We, near the bar counter, began to discuss changing the name of the establishment to a more correct one for such a contingent - "blue oyster". When leaving, they paid, and one of the briefcases still had some perfume falling out of it and breaking.

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