LIFE OF A PROSTITUTE

LIFE OF A PROSTITUTE

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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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I always knew i wasn't meant for the heels anyway. When I joined the army, I was young and foolish. I thought I would become invencible but my first experience in the field showed me just how naive I was. Abandoned by my own nation, with a team of 5 brave men, sent on a suicidal misson. In the middle of the nowhere, thirsty, starving, I realized the real essence of humanity. We conquered the desert, we completed the mission, they said. We were heroes, they said. However, most of us, dead heroes. I lost my whole team to the desert. The president, the media, never confirmed their deaths. They gave them as lost in the field when I myself saw them fall one by one. They gave them as lost in battle when we both know just how they died. My mistake? I opened my mouth. I was not gonna let them spread lies about my men, about my team! Mistaken airstrike? My ass! My men died because the people in the white house decided we weren't worthy of support. I threatened to expose the truth myself and when I did, they had no better way to shut me up than to send me back to war. However, if before who my enemies were was crystal clear, this time I wasn't so sure. I wasn't gonna let their deaths be in vain. I wasn't gonna let them sell the lie. The truth would come out, even if I had to go through hell and back. And I did...

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