LIFE OF A PROSTITUTE
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Última publicación mié, mar 6, 2019
WOMEN ARE NOT WEAK.
People who thinks like that, are the ones who have a cheap mentality.They are afraid to accept that women are not less stronger than men. Women have always been the strong ones in the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put their heads down on.They are always longing for the mother who held them as infants.
When it comes to longevity surviving illness and coping with trauma, one gender comes out on top i.e: Women.
Gender equality is not a women's issue,it's a human issue which affect all of us.
And feminism isn't about making women stranger.Women are already strong. It's about changing the way, the world perceives that strength.
In this story, I am going to tell you so many things about women but these are the important things to must learn about them that is: How the situation forced them to became prostitute, how they feel, how difficult their live is! and last but not the least that how they survived.
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