You were a prostitute. A tall blonde haired man had made it a routine to visit you every Wednesday. He wont really have sex but he'd just vent out to you. He was always stressed. He'd sometimes get you dresses he wanted you to wear. He used to pay the brothel and also tip you for basically no reason. He was now with his head on your lap like usual. "Gojo get's me annoyed. He called me Blondie. Just because I'm blonde doesn't mean he has the right to call me that... Right?"