My Dream of the Scarlet Woman
My day really begins when she leaves her apartment across the street.When I see her in the morning, it appears like she has so much positivity that she dances out of the front door to the small café nearby. That is how elegant she is in every way she moves.She doesn’t look like a sex worker. Like a prostitute. To me she is not prostituting herself, she is not working, she is not doing this for something as vulgar and plain as money. Somebody so beautiful must have more profound motives than to...
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