I am the rose that many have squeezed and thrown. But still, many people want to snatch me. 🌹Prostitute🌹
My heart is a white paper. There are more people who use it and throw it away than those who write poetry.
🌹Prostitute🌹
I look dusty because it is easily available. I also have feelings and emotions.
At first I felt that my life was getting set and slipped in front of my sari. Then I thought they would establish a good life, slipping in front of my sari. Now for the life of me, my saree slips in front.
The prostitute does not sell her body. They rent it. The housewives give money and she accompanies him.
