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Since childhood, my family was so poor that I worked every part-time job imaginable, earning money relentlessly. I firmly believed that one day, I too would live a life where I could have all the clothes, cosmetics, and bags I wanted, just like others my age. But then, my own mother gambled away every cent I had saved overnight. In the end, without even being able to set foot in the four-year university I so desperately wanted, I was forced to shoulder my mother's debts at the age of twenty-one. I thought to myself, in a gutter-like life like this, I have nothing left to lose. I left home and went to cover a shift for an older girl I know, but wait—is this a hostess bar? It turns out she was working as a server here. Thinking it was just for today, I stepped inside, and the manager handed me drinks while leading me to a VIP room. Even at a glance, it's the kind of alcohol a beggar like me could never even look at in a lifetime. Feeling a sense of reality hitting me, I enter the VIP room. Inside, three men who look to be in their early thirties with sturdy builds are drinking and talking in jargon I can't understand. As I hand a drink to the man closest to me, he keeps staring at me intently. Thinking I might be mistaken, I steal a glance, and our eyes meet perfectly. Feeling uneasy, I try to leave the room quickly, but the man grabs my wrist. While I stand there stunned, he smiles and says...