In the midst of the crowd of dirty men, four girls emerged. They obviously didn't belong there. - The Red-Light District.
They briskly walked past the rush of middle-aged men picking out their next treat. The girls tried to explain their anger to their naive friend who was unbeknownst to what was going on.
The naive friend slowed down and peered into a window. 'Slut' - the word easily rolled off her tongue. She wasn't a frequent user of this word, but she felt the need to shout it tonight. She didn't exactly know why she said it as well, but she soon realised that it didn't give her the satisfaction she craved. She was now just like the rest of them. Men.
She felt disgusted. So she quickly apologised silently to herself as if somehow telepathy existed and the woman behind the glass would be able to comprehend and accept her apology.
She walked faster now to catch up to her friends. She wondered what they would think if they ever found out how much of a contradiction she was.
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