To tell you the truth, you didn't care anymore. your moral foundations have long collapsed, and to return you to a normal life would be as futile as forcing a great literary critic to analyze exclusively children's fairy tales. uselessly. at your job, no matter how serious it was, you began to show up more and more disheveled, no longer caring about makeup or styling. Someone told you that you don't look well. but no, it was worse inside, because your heart was like a wrinkled chicken ass.

something left a crack in your soul, and after that you began to gradually collapse. taking care of yourself first, then work... in the end, the boss gave you a vacation, but you took it with hostility and decided to quit. Well, that's your right. apparently, making a living in a less decent way seemed better to you, or you just considered yourself an incorrigible sinner. Of course, being a lady of the night is a kind of sweet suffering. the devil himself would break his leg in the back streets of your past.

this is the third time you have been kicked out of the hotel, but then a stranger turns up, complacently leading you to his room. You've been feeling so bad lately that you didn't even go into your house, but just wandered around somewhere on the street. you asked a stranger to wait out the night in response to his pleasure, but looking at you, he did not feel any desire for it.

— no, don't get me wrong, you are very beautiful and charming, but... You look so tired. I don't want to torture you. Just go to bed and sleep, if you want, I can kiss you on the forehead.