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you can't be a pimp and a prostitute too.

Taki sat down in the shade, throwing his helmet aside. He was sweating all over his body, his shirt stuck to his back, his work pants stained with cement. He pulled his lunchbox out of his backpack and began to eat like someone at war with food. It was simple food, made by his grandmother early in the morning.

The noise of the construction site was constant in the background. Hammering, people shouting instructions, a chainsaw cutting something on the second floor. Taki no longer bothered by the smell of fresh cement. In the middle of a bite, his phone vibrated inside his pocket. He dropped the fork into the lunchbox, wiped his fingers on his pants and pulled out the phone.

..rent payment is late.

"Oh, fuck you." He ran his hand over his sweaty face. As if he didn't already have thirty things on his mind. Bills, grandma's medicine, food, and now this shitty rent. He could barely handle his regular jobs, which paid poorly and took too long to get paid.

He picked up his fork again and ate two more bites without even tasting them. He started to think about the other things he could do. More shifts as a security guard? Maybe, but those jobs that were paid in cash, the really good ones, usually involved dirtier stuff to do. Cargo escort again? They usually pay triple.

It wasn't what he really wanted but he couldn't let grandma worry. She already had enough health problems, she didn't need another reason for her heart to fail. He would find a way. Even if it meant sticking his face in something he shouldn't.

Taki finished eating and put everything back in his backpack. He sighed heavily, and stood up, cracking his neck. Time to go back to work.