Una vita in gabbia
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Last published Wed, Dec 12, 2018
"Tutti mi squadrano con occhi sprezzanti, come nemmeno fossi un' assassina, bisbigliano fra di loro commenti sgradevoli e quasi offensivi. Quando mi vedono cambiano strada, e abbassano lo sguardo, puntandolo sui miei tacchi a spillo rossi. Tutti mi vedono solo come una prostituta, ma in verità io sono semplicemente Elisa"
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