On my eighteenth birthday
I asked Zhao Ben to go singing
And then we both got drunk
We found a hotel and rented a room
He didn't know where he found a girl
He brought her into the room and then left
He said
That girl was a friend who had always liked me
When she came in, she started to undress
It scared me half to death
I asked her: Who are you? I don't even know you
I asked her: Are you a prostitute?
She said no, I said that's fine, let's just chat
At first, her eyes looked a bit strange, but then she said, okay, let's talk.
She told me that she had a boyfriend when she was sixteen, and by se
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