(Perturbator - Miami Disco) Here we are in the south beach, the land of hookers and paradise for party-goers. It's refreshing to see another side of the city after getting off the highway. Here, there's a lot of whore houses, strip clubs, rave houses, bars, discos, and all other places that are meant to be enjoyed. I really like this place. There's rarely any shooting, gang wars, and all other shits here. Most people who came here are just looking to have some fun. I mean just look at those drunk thugs over there. They look really happy while pissing on a poor fellow who passed out on the sidewalk. And look at that hobo over there in the alley who's having a time of his life banging that thick hooker ass. I really love this place. I roll down the window of the mark3 to feel the ocean breeze that comes from the beach. I look at the side, pampering my eyes at the spirited street full of bright lights coming from the hotels and strip clubs. On the passenger seat, Jack also pampers his eyes looking at the hookers that abound on the street. High heels, minimum bright clothing, and naughty stockings. These girls and women are absolutely prepared to lure a man's lust.
Hooker: "Hey sweeties wanna have some fun? I'll give a good price for the both of you!" A hooker walks up to us as we stop at a red light.
Mike: "Sorry babe I'm afraid you'll have to break the law to have a good time with me."
Hooker: "Oh sweetheart, you should know that I love taking risks."
Mike: "Seriously miss, I'm trying to hold my title here."
Hooker: "Oh, So you're that type of boy. What a shame. How about you sugar? Do you want to be a bad boy?" asks the hooker to Jack. Jack turns his head and looks at me. I just shake my head at him, telling him not to do it. Jack then replies to the hooker by also shaking his head.
Hooker: "Oh well, I guess good boys like the two of you still do exist. But, if you ever change your mind and want to become a bad boy, be sure to ring my number." She gives us a card that contains her contact number, a QR code for her messenger app contact, and an invite link to her Livestream on the web. Man, prostitution these days are so advance.
Mike: "Will do miss, hope you have a fine night." I said while pushing the mark3 stick into first gear as the green light started to lit.
Hooker: "You too sweetie." She replied while looking at us driving away.
Even though I really like this part of the city, I rarely come to this place. I only come here just to deliver stuff. There's a lot of business that relies on the stuff here. From strip clubs to hotels and from nightclubs to rave houses. After driving for a couple of minutes, we finally arrived at our destination. The Hotel Tockha. I park my car at the back door of the hotel. I and Jack get out of the car and take out the package from the trunk. As I'm about to knock on the backdoor, someone opens it from behind.
Vlad: "My friend Mikel! How are you?" Vlad greeted me with his Russian accent.
Mike: "Yo Vlad ma man. I'm good. How about you?"
Vlad: "Can't be better. I see your baby is still clean as ever." Vlad complimented my car.
"Mike: "Hehe, you know I would never neglect my baby girl. How about you man? Are you still rocking that old beemer?"
Vlad: "I just did a couple of weeks ago on 27. After putting a bottle of laughing gas on her, she flies like a MiG now."
Mike: "You're running on laughing gas now? How much shot are you running?"
Vlad: "150"
Mike: "Dang, you could make a Hollywood explosion with that amount of shot."
Vlad: "Haha." Vlad chuckles.
Vlad: "You should come back and race again my friend. There's a lot of people now who's running and playing in the scene."
Mike: "Trust me, man. I wish I could do that. But with these errands and school, I barely have any time to play."
Vlad: "Just take it easy my friend, You should take a day off once in a while."
Mike: "Yeah, I know. Btw, do you know where we need to put these things?"
Vlad: "Ah yes, don't worry about that my friend." He pulled out a radio and said something in Russian, calling his comrades to carry the package. Not long, 2 buff men came to pick the package.
Vlad: "I thought Mario would send someone else, then I saw your madonna pass in front of the hotel. I quickly rushed here to greet you."
Mike: "Yeah, It seems like he and the boys are really busy tonight. Oh, yea, I forgot to introduce you to my bro."
Vlad: "How's it going, Jack?" Vlad promptly asked Jack.
Jack: "... I'm fine." Jack answered.
Mike: "Wait, you already know this guy?"
Vlad: "Of course I do. How do I not know this crazy guy? He's been helping us with our job for a long time."
Mike: "Oh really? I never heard about that." I said with a somewhat disappointed and suspicious look towards Jack.
Vlad: "You never knew he was working with us?"
Mike: "I do know that uncle used to send this stolid guy to take assassinations contracts. He kept quiet about it until I found it out myself. I can't believe that old fart would gladly use a kid for his dirty work."
Vlad: "Hehehe, that reminds me of my uncle who used to kidnap hundreds of children in Afghanistan back in the '80s. He used those children and trained them into a soldier that would then be used against the Americans."
Mike: " ... Eh, ok."
Suddenly, a woman's voice can be heard calling Vlad's name from the radio (in Russian of course). Vlad then replied to her.
Mike: "Is that the old lady?"
Vlad: "You're right my friend, and it seems like she wants to talk to you."
Mike: "Why does she want to talk to me?"
Vlad: "She's probably going to ask you again about becoming her chofer."
Mike: "She's very persistent isn't she?"
Vlad: "Let's go meet her, I'll show you the way."
The three of us walk into the hotel through the backdoor. When I walk in, I can hear music playing through the speaker around the lobby. We quickly go straight into the elevator that would take us to where Ma'am Glavy is. The elevator door opens in front of us revealing a bunch of Russian girls. Those ladies greet Vlad with a friendly tone as they walk out of the elevator. Vlad greets them back and shouted at them in a high-spirited voice while smiling (all of it in Russian of course).
Mike: "Who are those girls?" I ask Vlad as we take the elevator to the top floor.
Vlad: "Those are our service Ladies."
Mike: "Are they all Russians?"
Vlad: "All of the service ladies we have here are Russians. They are all immigrants who fled the motherland, looking for a better place to live."
Mike: "Hmm. You think they made the right choice?"
"Well, I can't say for sure my friend. Maybe they made the right choice, maybe they did not. I can't really judge their decision since their reason to flee the motherland is different from ours."