Enko, who works with old men, feels like the best part-time job where you can get paid to do something that feels good. I don't care about love or liking. Money is the most ``loving thing'' and ``I love it.'' I'm lucky that an old man calls out to me, a scoundrel who offers Enko even though he's a teacher, and he gives me a lot of extra money if I let him take a picture. The reality of the sexuality of female students whose minds and bodies are commodified and everything is exchanged for money.
