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They did not belong [This is at the bottom of the page].
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They did not belong to those generations of prostitutes created in novels
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with great and generous hearts,
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dedicated because of the horror of circumstance
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to ameliorating the luckless, barren life of men,
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taking money incidentally and humbly for their understanding.
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Nor were they from that sensitive breed of young girl gone wrong at the hands of fate,
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forced to cultivate an outward bitterness in order to protect her springtime from further shock,
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but knowing full well she was cut out for better things and could make the right man happy.
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Neither were they the sloppy, inadequate whores who, unable to make a living at it alone,
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turned to drug consumption and traffic or pimps to help complete their stream of self-destruction,
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avoiding suicide only to punish the memory of some absent father