Forehead. . . Somewhat bloody. . .
I'm so unlucky. First, I was abandoned by my father when I was five years old and was sent to a brothel. After that, I dressed up as a woman and performed in the brothel. As a result, I now talk like a woman. . . Woo hoo, forget about being a woman. Brother, can you please stop treating me as a woman? I am a real man!