Diary of the Development of Female Aquaman

The game of urban survival is like the law of the jungle. Only when you clearly separate love and interests can you understand the essence of exchange. Love is gone. In those stories between the emotional guru and the massage technician, can she really maintain the boundaries? It is a semi-autobiographical work and partly fictional. I just want to use the most authentic language to describe the underlying logic of this world. Love cannot replace everything, survival is.