Liberation appeared to be a distant dream.
She eyed the world outside with hope, and saw only desire. It seemed as if people sold their souls before entering the red streets, and carried only their maniacal bodies. She saw human beings in parts, never an integrated whole with a mind and soul. Julie had been tortured in every possible way. But she did not give up her quest to get out of the brothel.
Life had assumed a new shape today, with another pair of hands joining her. Not only the hands, a whole human being had thrown her weight behind her, and shared her quest to break the walls.
Success appeared to be imminent, as she revelled in the wholeness of being.
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