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The characters on her screen might as well have been moonrunes to Misa as she didn't know how to read English. She frantically tapped on the various boxes, ticking some and unticking others all willy-nilly. When that strategy failed to get her anywhere she tried dragging. Eventually she managed to scroll to the bottom of the extensive list where a big green button was sat. It simply read "confirm", a word Misa was actually rather familiar with as she'd seen the same exact combination of letters at the ATM's whenever she joined a client to retrieve payment.

Expecting there to be some sort of monetary gain from clicking the green button, Misa clicked on it without as much as a second thought. Upon clicking it she was immediately taken out from the app, upon further inspection it became evident that it was in fact no longer installed on her device. It was gone, presumably forever.

No matter, Misa couldn't even remember what the app was used for anyways. If she couldn't remember, how important could it really have been? Not pondering the question too much, Misa instead went to bed exhausted from her first day at the brothel.

The following morning Misa awoke as usual in her tired bed. There was no need for an alarm as the heat woke her up much more reliably. The humid and warm air in southern Vietnam at this time of year was unbearable, especially with her apartment's lack of an air conditioner.

The apartment itself was as tired and worn down as her bed. Most of her stuff was either already in the apartment when she moved in, or something she'd dragged in from the street.

The twenty two year old girl had a habit of taking a cold shower both before and after "work". Work being walking the streets where the tourists went in hopes of making a quick buck, or dong.

It was much more luxurious to work in the brothels instead of streetwalking as there was a constant stream of well paying customers and regulars. Those very brothels usually only hired the finest women, those with pretty faces and curves. One could argue that Misa had a fairly attractive face. It was her bony body and total lack of breasts that sabotaged her chances at working in an establishment. Her lack of education and even primary school also further restricted her options.

What little cash she did earn was spent on paying rent, buying what groceries she could muster as well as clothes and accessories that may assist her work.

Right after coming of legal age Misa had actually been quite popular thanks to the grotesque sex-tourists who preferred the younger ones.

Being young and dumb, Misa had spent pretty much all she earned on tacky clothes and other non-necessities. The only remnants of her golden days were the various tattoos and piercings that adorned her body. She'd also been fortunate enough to book a session with the only office that could supply lip fillers and injections. Her repeated sessions made for some rather luscious and permanent dick sucking lips, and that they did..

Speaking little to no English apart from the "sucky-sucky five dolla" and "me love you long time" she didn't actually understand any of the English tattoos she'd gotten. They were mostly vulgar sentences and words. Words like fuck hole tattooed above her vagina, and cumdump just above her breasts. The artist that'd done her work clearly understood the task but decided to interpret it in the most vile of ways.

In addition to the crude tattoos of a foreign language, she also has some motives adorning her collarbones, upper back and shoulder blades.

After several visits to the same parlor Misa had gotten her tongue, navel, nose, eyebrows and both of her nipples pierced. They actually did serve her well in acquiring clients at the time, but have over time began working against her.

Not only was her skin covered in sleazy tattoos, it was also very tan from walking the streets outside all day in skimpy clothes. Her skinny body, tan lines, tattoos and piercings all played a part in making her look like bad news. One would be hard pressed to not assume that she was riddled with STD's and other nasty things. Misa was fortunate enough to have stayed clear of such things, though it was probably only a matter of time before she caught one with her rapidly declining standard in the types of customers she took on.

After her cold shower, Misa got dressed in her standard work attire. A cut pair of incredibly short daisy dukes, a red crop top, fishnet stockings and a pair of flipper sandals. Notable was her lack of underwear, not that she needed a bra with the excuse for breasts she was carrying anyways. The less clothes she wore, the less it'd cost to replace if her client felt particularly feisty.

Bright colors adorned her face after she finished applying what little makeup she could afford. Her short hair was styled in pigtails which in combination with her short stature served to emphasize her still somewhat youthful appearance.

Sweaty already before the day had began, Misa sought to wait for clients to appear in the comfort of shadows as yet another heatwave washed over the country.

Some three hours in, Misa was approached by her first customer of the day. A repeat customer who paid slightly better than her other clients, despite being fairly mundane in the stuff he wanted to do. His strangest kink was for her to talk dirty before, during and after sex. It seemed to turn him on immensely whenever Misa tried to speak English with her broken accent and restricted knowledge of the language.
As the man came closer Misa stepped out from the comfort of the shadow and greeted him before they went to their usual spot.

"Hiyaa mista Clalk! You wan sucky sucky? me love you loooong time.."

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That wraps up Feelings of Inadequacy featuring Minh Rose for now! It's taken quite a while, but we finally got there. As I've already done with Cursing the morals committee president, I might revisit Min- Misa at a later time with an epilogue, though I don't see myself doing that anytime soon.

With the conclusion of this story, you can expect a new one to pop up quite soon with a different and exciting concept. I'll be making a dedicated post to announce it sometime later this week for the 5$ tier.

Thank you for reading and sticking with both this story and me in general!