Is life a kind of mockery? When he slept with poor men, he felt that he was getting dirtier with every encounter. But after sleeping with rich men, he discovered that he was becoming more valuable with every encounter.
A "male prostitute" who doesn't even know which countries' blood runs through his veins has managed to get involved with rich people, and quite a few of them at that. That's pretty good, isn't it? So perhaps he shouldn't expect to be anyone's one and only, either?
After all, who is anyone's one and only?
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