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This is the normal process of North American strip bars. Next, the blonde dancers will make extra money, dance table-dance, the simple translation is table dance.

Qin Shiou felt that this translation was wrong, because the dancers were not dancing on the table, but sitting on people.

For example, the bull guy waved to a big-breasted dancer with a lewd look on his face. The dancer smiled and sat on his lap and twisted his body.

But they had a lot of time to move, only about ten seconds. Then the big-breasted dancer used her breasts to bounce the bull's face. This set of moves ended, without qingsi trading.

When the dancer stepped down, the bull took out a roll of one dollar denomination and stuffed it to her. This time it only costs ten yuan, mainly to liven up the atmosphere.

Qin Shiou smiled and watched these fishermen make trouble, and the smoke gun signaled him to do one. Qin Shiou shook his head firmly. It’s not that he can’t afford it. This kind of thing is not sex transactions, it’s just a bar nonsense. Even if Winnie knows it, she won’t say anything.

But he now has a high vision. These blonde girls have hot bodies from a distance, rough skin from close up, and not delicate facial features, which really makes him unable to get interested.

Qin Shiou refused, and the smoker got on himself. He put away his pipe, grabbed a long-legged dancer and said, "Hi, sweetheart, p-day vate-dance?"

When Qin Shiou heard this, he immediately sipped his drink in his throat. He always thought that the guy from Yangui was an honest man. It turned out that he was hidden in his deepest way and was a big flower bug.

The so-called p-day vate-dance. Qin Shiou didn’t know how to translate it. He used to call it “veil dance” in China. But this is not correct, because it is much more exciting than the domestic veneer dance!

Yan Gun and the other two fishermen each took a dancer to the corner of the bar, where the lights were dim and there was a row of sofas. The fishermen lay on the sofa, and the dancers gave them a single time to serve a song.

This service is much crazy. When the fishermen lie down, the dancers will take off their underwear and sit between their crotch, then twist their waists to do a "massage". Of course, the fishermen are intact from beginning to end, which is the rule.

If a fisherman moves his hands and feet in the process and wants to take advantage of it, the dancers will push them away for the first time and the second time. If they continue, they will stop serving and the money will be paid as much as possible.

Qin Shiou asked, a song worth fifty Canadian dollars is much more profitable than selling flesh and skin business!

After playing until midnight, the fishermen finally put down their glasses and prepared to go back.

Finally, Yan Gun grabbed Qin Shiou and said, "Captain, there are more than one thousand left for the five thousand you gave me, I'll give it to you!"

Qin Shiou waved his hand and said, "I said this was what I invited you. So you can keep the remaining money and continue playing in the future."

He thought these guys would take the girls back from the bar, but the bartender had introduced them, and the dancers worked part-time. As long as they met each other, the price was appropriate, they could take them back to the hotel.

As a result, although the fishermen were all holding wine bottles in their hands, no one took the woman back.

Qin Shiou asked in surprise, and the previously honest and irritable bull smiled smartly. He said, "We just played with the money you treated. If we took the girl, we would spend the money ourselves. That would be too unworthy."

When they said this, Qin Shiou blinked and seemed to have thought it was wrong before. In fact, Canadians' consumption concepts are not all that crazy, and these fishermen are still relatively restrained.

Back at St. James' Hotel, Qin Shiou assigned them rooms.

One person is one. Whether you are snoring, grinding your teeth or talking in a sleep, you can do it freely and definitely have a good night's sleep.

Qin Shiou washed up and went out at 6:30 in the morning. The fishermen were sleeping soundly. They could hear their deafening snoring through the door. This shows how tired they were when they went to sea this time!

Qin Shiou planned to go for a walk, so he trotted in the small port when he went out, visiting and exercising.

Like Gloucester Port, Scidick Port was also expanded from a fish village. Strictly speaking, it is a fishing village, and it does not meet the city's standards administratively.

Due to port logistics, seafood salvage and tourism, the fishing port has developed well and its area has expanded a lot.

There are small buildings with different shapes everywhere in the entire fishing port, either modern style or simple temperament. They blend together. When Qin Shiou was running on the road, he felt like he had entered a historical picture.

Regardless of the style, these houses have created the image of fishing boats, forming a harbor feature: the house is relatively slender, like an upside-down hull; the walls are painted with blue ripples, and the fence is elegant in shape, like a fish net...

Because of the developed tourism industry, Yugang has many coffee shops, bars, small restaurants, etc.

In the morning, the strong milky aroma of fresh cheese and the sweet aroma of homemade pastries permeate the streets. This delicious taste even overwhelms the seafood flavor of fish and shrimps, adding a bit of family warmth to the small harbor and reducing the loneliness of the harbor.

On the street, hawkers fry fragrant grilled fish fillets and hand-cut fatty fish in iron pots. The bars were closed and the restaurants opened. Some restaurant men happily sang fishing songs to remove buckets of fresh beer from the delivery truck and push them into the house, and began to prepare for a day's life.

When running to the coast, a group of seagulls made a crisp cry and flew over the sea fog from the sea. Nimitz's domineering figure then appeared. It roared up and rushed away the seagulls flying towards Qin Shiou, so that Qin Shiou could continue to exercise.

Morning and evening are the most lively times for fishing ports, because these two periods are the most return fishing boats, and many fishing boats go out to sea to work at night, which often return in the morning.

These fishery farms docked one after another, and the harbor began to become lively. Fishermen asked each other about their harvest. Flying fishery company staff kept taking out boxes of big lobsters and sea fish to weigh and pay.

However, there are many people who come back empty-handed. The rice in the ocean is not delicious. For most fishermen, going to sea can only achieve balance of income and expenditure, and it is difficult to make money. It is difficult to make more than 500,000 yuan in a single trip like Qin Shiou!

Qin Shiou ran out of the fishing port. Some people thought he was an oriental tourist who came to travel, so they kindly gave him a way to run south along the main road.

He followed the fishermen's instructions to the heart of the harbor and soon saw a park called rotary. Along with the park, a giant statue appeared in sight.

This statue is a huge Maine lobster. The lobster is 10 meters long, 4 and a half meters wide, and 1 and a half meters high. The overall texture is brass and looks majestic. When the sun shines on it, the lobster shows a dark red luster, making people feel that this is a cooked wild lobster.

A middle-aged man in the shape of a captain stood on the head of the lobster. The man looked at him with a solemn expression.

Qin Shiou stopped and looked at the statue in amazement. A vendor seized the opportunity to do business and came up and asked, "Do you want to take a photo? One photo costs five yuan!"

Anyway, Qin Shiou took out ten yuan and handed it to the vendor, and gave it a quick photo from the front and side.

The vendor's photography is first-class, lighting, casting and viewing are impeccable. Qin Shiou gave him another tip of five yuan, praising him for his excellent photography skills.

After hearing his praise, the vendor sighed: "Photography is poor for three generations, and SLRs ruin your life. I thought I was also a professional photographer back then..." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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