Living alone in a cheap urban apartment without an auto-lock system means dealing with various salespeople during the day. Newspaper salesmen, usually pushy middle-aged men, are particularly annoying and persistent. In contrast, life insurance sales often come from female insurance agents, and listening to their presentations can feel almost like going on a date. Today, I invited an insurance lady into my room, but during our conversation, I must have stepped on a landmine—she seemed deeply offended, her pride clearly wounded. Under her intense pressure, I ended up giving in to her unexpected proposal: signing the insurance contract in exchange for sex.
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