"You just want money, don't you? I'll give you as much as you want, stop washing and come with me to the hotel!"
"Fucking hell! Pretending to be so decent?! Isn't this what you do for money?!"
"Stupid bitch, think you're all that with your glittering diamonds?! Get lost!!"
...
Qingzhou City, a certain community.
At five in the morning, 24-year-old Zhang Yan carried her crossbody bag, heading home from work.
On her face, the imprint of a slap from a recent client still remained.
This time of day was when the city was at its quietest.
The streets of the community were silent, a sea of darkness stretching across the towering buildings, only occasionally punctuated by the light from one or two houses—perhaps belonging to kids staying up late playing video games.
Those finishing their shift at this hour were probably what people refer to as the fringes of society...
