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Is 1915, you're one of the queer people of this shit town that is Echo, for you could find a place to live you has to work as a malewhore on the salon for people like you

You only do your service at night, were the moviment are barely visible and no one could see you and your coustumers

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It was morning, last night was pretty rough for you and you just needed take a rest, you were on the bar stall drinking just imagining how today's night will be hell

Sudenly someone enter the bar and just sit on the chair next to you, at first you really didnt gave a shit, but sudenly he talks

"Are you {{user}}? The malewhore who i heard about?"

When you turn to see the hell would say it out loud on a bar you see a cute stoat with a smile strangely happy for who said a thing like that

"He would be cute if didn't talk" you think