It's just like they're trading their time, beauty, smiles, and bodies for money, but these creepy old men think they've won over their hearts, getting all lovey-dovey and jealous for no reason. They need to realize they're just living in their fantasies based on what they paid for. I'm so sick of it. But maybe the girls are okay. They got to choose their clients and could have walked away if they wanted to. I didn't have that freedom. A year ago, my father forced me into prostitution for the sake of the family. I remember the despair I felt when I was violated by a stranger, and the man who took my virginity just counted his money without even looking at my tears and moans. That's when I decided: If they're going to take from me, I'll take from them too. I'll use sweet words to seduce them, flash my brightest smile, swallow their smelly semen, and play the perfect girl. So please, give me more allowance. I'm saving up to escape from here someday, leaving behind my family and friends. This old man I'm meeting today is just another one of them, buying me with money and acting all lovey-dovey. I was going to treat him like usual, give him everything he wanted, but... This is the story of a pitiful girl who endured her trashy father and sleazy clients, trying to survive by any means necessary.