Đời Callboy
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 4h 52m
Complete, First published May 23, 2017
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Tác giả: Nguyễn Ngọc Thạch
 
"Đôi khi tôi nghĩ, mình có duyên với "đĩ".
  
Truyện ngắn đầu tiên của tôi được cộng đồng mạng chú ý và tìm đọc nhiều nhất, tên là "Một con đĩ yêu nghề". Sau đó, những truyện khác về đề tài này cũng được nhiều người quan tâm, khen có, chê thì dĩ nhiên phải có vì tính nhạy cảm của nó. Rồi, đến nay thì xuất bản truyện dài đầu tiên cũng về đề tài "đĩ".
 
Văn tôi không mượt mà, trau chuốt, cũng không bóng bẩy, cao sang. Văn tôi thô cứng, gập ghềnh và bụi bặm như chính con người tôi. Nhìn tôi, người ta thường nghĩ tôi không viết được chữ, chứ đừng nói chi đến viết được văn.
 
Người ta nói, "đừng nghe đĩ kể chuyện, đừng nghe nghiện trình bày", nhưng tôi vẫn nghe và tôi ghi lại chúng với độ chân thật nhất mình có thể rồi giới thiệu đến mọi người, để các bạn đọc và tự đánh giá xem, câu chuyện của một thằng con trai làm callboy có thể làm bạn dừng lại và suy nghĩ về cuộc đời mà mình đang sống trong đó không.
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