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"I know that you have to flirt for tips, to make your money. But a lot of men would take it further, harass you... When you don't want them back. And shit like that makes my blood fucking boil," he shrugged. "When they believe just because they paid money, they're entitled to sexual favors. Not realizing that this is a bar... Not a fucking brothel."

I didn't know what to say.

It was like I'd suddenly forgotten how to speak.

I opened my mouth to say something...

But I couldn't get a single word out.

Suddenly, I could feel my eyes fogging with tears, as his words gave me the harsh reality check I needed.

I bit down on my lip, hard, to stop the tears from spilling.


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