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A Hundred Girls In Shibuya

Not far from the busiest intersection in the world sat a girl. This was no ordinary girl. It was a girl at the lowest point in her life. Emotionally torn, an ill dependence on money, a lack of self respect. A number of depressing qualities could be expressed about this girl. Once ordinary. Once happy. A life transformed from learning, growing, love and being at peace to a life of survival, shame and the grime beneath the streets.

A cigarette crashed at her feet and a small explosion of sparks was quickly carried away by the cold, biting wind.
“Let’s go.”
She watched the remaining glow die. A small force inside her wanted to walk away, but she knew she couldn’t afford to. She hardly even questioned it anymore. It paid the bills, it let her live. She could buy what she wanted. She could look how she wanted. And this pretty girl knew, that she was only happy being somebody, only happy fitting in and if she had to sacrifice a small slice of her life, her dignity to save the rest then so it was.

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