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Prostitute /ˈprɒstɪˌtjuːt/
She pledge for the pitiful night life. 
Drop down in the floor, working twice as hard as anybody. 
Getting paid under the weather. 
Smearing lipstick all over her body, bruises & scars are old story. 
Dignity burns in that life she holds dearly.
Sex is just another story, a toy for man, a trash on her body.
"Does love ever exist?" she asked to nobody.
- A woman from the night life.

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