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"Ladies Of the Night"

I’ve been thinking about the oldest trade in human history, “the ladies of the night" and why it is has survived for that long period of time?.
And I think those ladies don't get the respect they truly deserve because we don't see their contribution to the society all we see is the dirt they do. Of course they want money, and it’s not the best way of making money but they don't steal from anyone. And I hope they are not in that business due to desperation to feed their family.
Ladies of the night in Torquay's other history - the PRSD
In real sense these ladies save lots of lives, without them the rate at which men commit suicide would have been very high. Men go through a lot in silence from rejection to depression, stress and anxiety. Fear of failure, of the unknown. Threats from feminist’s and sexist’s. All these happen in silent they just smile. Men are wired to want sex every time, it pleases them it cools down their nerves and anxiety. You can blame them how you want but it’s not their fault they were born like that, they also want to be better. And the ladies were created beautiful and sexy all that to attract men and their desires. But now men are forced to control their desires by the society not allowed to feel what they are supposed to feel, and what do you think that makes them become? They explode from time to time that’s why you find they're more mad men in the streets. That’s why sometimes they feel useless and worthless. But they won’t tell you  because to you it doesn’t make sense.

It's a man's world, for men you have to claim your place in the society become someone rich or else you're a nobody and nobody cares, nobody wants you, just there useless piece of shit. And that’s unfair.
For the ladies, they either benefit or suffer from it. But there's no way they'll ever be in the same level as men. Here is an example. Ladies get employed easily because majority of the employers are men, like I said it's a man's world. But also ladies suffer from that they are harassed, sexually abused they live in fear. Of course they fight every day for equal rights and a place in the society which I encourage but it's really hard they only  earn it when men let them. Even science explains this, in the food chain laws.

I recently saw an interview where a lady was complaining about how the top ten richest  in the world are men, the best musicians are men and all the  good stuff is done by men. But she was asked to also look the other way where most people who commit suicide are men, most people in jails are men, most poor people are men. Most people who die in gun violence are men. It was clear that men are neglected because of the successful few. That’s why I said if you don't fight for your place  in the society as a man you're a nobody, you’re doomed .Living a miserable life alone in the edge of a forest trying to act as if you’re enjoying nothing.

This large group of men who are nobodies’ also need to loved. They also need someone to talk to. They act strong but they are broken from rejection and the high expectation the society has for them. Leave alone how badly they are treated. Honestly men suffer but they smile. And still the feminist and sexists need them to do more; I mean suffer more and more. This where  “the ladies of the night” come in.
 For a small fee you feel wanted, you have someone to talk to, you feel loved even though it’s fake but it gives them  the power to get up and fight another day. People really under estimate the power that sex holds. These ladies make the lonely men feel less lonely. They take away the tension, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, doubts and  depression. After that one is able to smile and it feel like it’s real genuine.
Out there nobody wants them because they're not courageous enough. Out there nobody wants them because they're failures, nobody wants them because they're better options. Out there nobody has an eye for them, or looks them twice.
It feels like we were born to chase for money and die. But that’s a topic for another day

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