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Carmen

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I am Carmen. Have you heard of me? I guess not. Aren't you one of those kids who sang the chant "Pen Pen de Sarapen" with smiles painted on their faces on the streets where I used to collapse on, battered and bruised? Hear me out, please. I am Carmen, a maiden of misfortune on the hands of the men who treated me like a toy.All Rights Reserved

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Pen Pen de Sarapen
Wed, Nov 29, 2023

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Pen Pen de Sarapen
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