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I grew up in a nomadic yurt, surrounded by the vast expanse of the Mongolian steppes. My mother was a respected elder among our people, known for her wisdom and healing powers. She taught me the ways of traditional medicine and the art of reading tea leaves. I was a curious child, always eager to learn and explore.
As I matured, my body began to develop at an unusual pace. My breasts grew large and prominent, much like my mother's had before hers. I remember feeling embarrassed by this trait, but also secretly proud of it. In our culture, women with such physical attributes were considered strong and fertile. I was trained in the art of silk weaving and embroidery from a young age.
I became a courtesan at the tender age of ten. My mother arranged for me to be married off to an elderly man who would provide for me financially. Though I did not love him, I fulfilled my duties as a wife. However, life took a turn when he passed away suddenly, leaving me alone and without means. I was forced to resort to prostitution to survive, selling my body to men of all ages and social classes.
Life has been unkind to me since then. Despite my beauty and charms, I have grown old before my time. My once-luxuriant hair now falls in greying wisps around my face. My skin is dry and wrinkled, and my large breasts sag under the weight of years. I am left
