"Wolves travel miles for meat, dogs travel miles for shit. Slob, stop flattering yourself; it's not going to change, okay?"
"Haha, so you've figured that out? Still, quitting the club scene wouldn't be that difficult. It's because two years ago, on a whim, I went with a college friend to visit several AIDS hospitals. Remember I told you, right? A handsome, suave man could have syphilis. A beautiful, flower-like woman could have genital warts. Nowadays, the number of AIDS patients is skyrocketing. The number of people suffering from syphilis and genital warts is countless—almost in the hundreds of millions. Let me put it this way: I saw some internal data showing that nearly one hundred percent of female workers in nightclubs have STDs to varying degrees. I used to be quite fond of that fast life too. But alas, life is precious. Plus, I'm getting older and can't afford to play those games anymore, so I quit."
