Mia stared at herself in the cracked mirror of the hotel room, her eyes red from crying. The room was dimly lit which made it cast eerie shadows on the wallpaper and the expensive pent up chandeliers. She clutched a crumpled poster advertising a high-paying "escort" service against her chest with her hands trembling. It had come to this—a decision she never imagined she would make, driven by grief, anger, and the crippling weight of poverty.The news of Jasmine’s death had shattered her. She was and had been more than just a friend; she was the sister Mia never had, the one person who had always believed in her, even when Mia herself had lost hope. Now, Jasmine was gone, reduced to ashes in a tragic bus explosion. And Mia was alone, drowning in her sorrow and regrets, unable to shake the guilt of not being able to save her, from her jerk of an ex husband nor from the bus explosion. Desperation had led her here to this hotel to do something she had sworn she would never do. Her mind
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