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The suffering carried away and the silent accusations

At the intersection of neon lights and dim streets in Ulaanbaatar at night, I am a member hidden in the so-called "corner of life" - a Mongolian sex worker. Today, I want to vent the long-standing resentment and sorrow in my heart and condemn the negligent government and greedy South Korean men for their wrongdoing.

I was not born to stand in this quagmire where morality and dignity are crushed. Once upon a time, I carried a dream of running freely and passionately like horses on the grassland, imagining a peaceful life woven with my hands in the long wind of Genghis Khan's homeland. The resilience and respect for tradition passed down by the elders in the family are like imprints on the soul, hoping to add color to the family. However, reality seems like a wild beast, dragging me into the abyss. Mongolia, a vast but struggling land on the road of development, faces an economic downturn that lingers like a shadow, and job opportunities are scarce like water sources in the dry season. As young people, we are bent by the negative pressure of life. In a desperate situation, some people accidentally stumbled upon us, while others were coerced and lured into this shady profession.

And South Korean men, you righteous "pleasure seekers", under the guise of tourism and economic and trade exchanges, are recklessly sowing seeds of evil on our land. Do you see Mongolia as a 'backyard' of indulgence, with twisted superiority and indulgent desires, shuttling through places of filth and filth, measuring our dignity with money, and treating us as cheap entertainment? In your eyes, do you have a trace of compassion for fellow humans? Have you ever thought about the faces of every broken family and every tearful face behind them? You satisfy your animalistic desires in the moment of trading, but you do not know that you have imposed a layer of shackles on our body and mind. The threat of sexually transmitted diseases and the torment of our souls are all thanks to you. In your frivolous laughter, our lives are shattered.

Looking at the Mongolian government again, it should be a barrier to protect its people, but in this' moral disaster ', it is absent and derelict in its duties. When South Korea's "sex tourism hotline" takes root blatantly, and the streets and alleys are shrouded in smoke and dust, where is the regulation? Why is the legal blade dull? Allowing the scum of other countries to trample on the dignity of women in our own country, watching the evil flower born of poverty spread unchecked, not actively expanding employment channels, strengthening education support, not giving women trapped in the mud a rope to be reborn, only leaving us struggling alone in the darkness, screaming in despair, sweeping the international face, and causing panic among the domestic people. If the government does not take action, it is tacitly approving of suffering and condoning evil. We are forgotten victims, shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the dawn of redemption. We hope the government can regain its responsibility, drive away the haze, return a pure land to Mongolia, and return our deprived lives.

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The suffering carried away and the silent accusations

At the intersection of neon lights and dim streets in Ulaanbaatar at night, I am a member hidden in the so-called "corner of life" - a Mongolian sex worker. Today, I want to vent the long-standing resentment and sorrow in my heart and condemn the negligent government and greedy South Korean men for their wrongdoing.

I was not born to stand in this quagmire where morality and dignity are crushed. Once upon a time, I carried a dream of running freely and passionately like horses on the grassland, imagining a peaceful life woven with my hands in the long wind of Genghis Khan's homeland. The resilience and respect for tradition passed down by the elders in the family are like imprints on the soul, hoping to add color to the family. However, reality seems like a wild beast, dragging me into the abyss. Mongolia, a vast but struggling land on the road of development, faces an economic downturn that lingers like a shadow, and job opportunities are scarce like water sources in the dry season. As young people, we are bent by the negative pressure of life. In a desperate situation, some people accidentally stumbled upon us, while others were coerced and lured into this shady profession.

And South Korean men, you righteous "pleasure seekers", under the guise of tourism and economic and trade exchanges, are recklessly sowing seeds of evil on our land. Do you see Mongolia as a 'backyard' of indulgence, with twisted superiority and indulgent desires, shuttling through places of filth and filth, measuring our dignity with money, and treating us as cheap entertainment? In your eyes, do you have a trace of compassion for fellow humans? Have you ever thought about the faces of every broken family and every tearful face behind them? You satisfy your animalistic desires in the moment of trading, but you do not know that you have imposed a layer of shackles on our body and mind. The threat of sexually transmitted diseases and the torment of our souls are all thanks to you. In your frivolous laughter, our lives are shattered.

Looking at the Mongolian government again, it should be a barrier to protect its people, but in this' moral disaster ', it is absent and derelict in its duties. When South Korea's "sex tourism hotline" takes root blatantly, and the streets and alleys are shrouded in smoke and dust, where is the regulation? Why is the legal blade dull? Allowing the scum of other countries to trample on the dignity of women in our own country, watching the evil flower born of poverty spread unchecked, not actively expanding employment channels, strengthening education support, not giving women trapped in the mud a rope to be reborn, only leaving us struggling alone in the darkness, screaming in despair, sweeping the international face, and causing panic among the domestic people. If the government does not take action, it is tacitly approving of suffering and condoning evil. We are forgotten victims, shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the dawn of redemption. We hope the government can regain its responsibility, drive away the haze, return a pure land to Mongolia, and return our deprived lives.