[Prostitution is what poor girls inevitably fall into] I'm a female college student and I have no money, so I moved into a rundown apartment. I could have worked a normal part-time job and lived a basic life, but... I got money from an older man who lives in the same apartment and had sex with him just once. It feels so good. I get money just for having sex with an older man. Even a little bit of money is fine. I want to have sex. And now that my life has fallen, I'm being screwed by older men and going crazy, and then the next day I'm being screwed by an older man again. I want money. I want sex. ...What is my life...? But I don't regret my life. It would be painful if I couldn't sell this body. Thank you, older man, for making me happy.
