There is a funny joke. After the dark intersection at dusk, a familiar voice came. Come and play, little brother. Then it's coin-operated

Walking through the dark alley again, red neon lights sparkled in the small room. I was smoking a cigarette when I suddenly heard a voice from inside, "Come and play, handsome boy ~". I suddenly threw away my cigarette butt and laughed disdainfully. "Why don't I ride you crazy this time?" Fly over, throw a coin, and the familiar song rings, "Daddy's father is called Grandpa! Dad's mother is called grandma! ……"