When my grandmother was young, she was very beautiful. For a while, she didn't like it all, because before it was kind of bad to be pretty. A woman had to be all covered up, behave appropriately and just be a good wife, mother and work good.
When I was groing up it was the same until mid 90th when we started to watch the new movies with sexy women.
In the college, me and my girlfriends, we dreamed to be prostitutes. For us it was freedom: minidresses, high hills, lots of make up...
One of the girls told us she was a prostitute and we were all very jealous. She would make up some stories and we would listen and listen, and would dress her for the date or wear her clothes.
That evening she was all dressed up and we were talking about a bar she was going to.
Then a car stopped near us, and a man asked if she she could go. She went, waving us"bye".
And in an hour, she was back, dizzy a bit. The man was mad. All the night we had to clean his car inside. She lied to us, just to show off.
