Designed face and Natural face of a prostitute stood across divided by a mirror.
‘Oi…go away, your very presence admonishes the clients. Why don’t you eternally vaporize from my life? ’ cried the former.
Her natural eyes then centered a rough out-dated patch on the wall which was fading day by day even after glossing, as if trying to say something.
The Dream Catcher 
Writing fictional stuff about prostitutes.
Interesting.
They too are humans, very much like us 🙂
Absolutely, but I wonder if you’ve had an actual encounter with them ? 😛
you’re one blue girl….actually I read Paulo Coelho’s ‘eleven minutes’ which speaks on sacred prostitution…it inspired me to scribble !!
Yea right ! 😉
Go ahead, bust my chops ! 😛
*Innocent face* 😉