You’re my prey tonight.
~ Carla H. Krueger
Nothing in her life makes sense.All she craves is for the pieces of the puzzle to fit together again.She is sure one day it will happen. She just doesn’t know when.She can’t fight injustice alone– for that, she needs her friends.
I can love what is broken.
She is intent on pleasing the men that frighten her.
Some say that a woman that trades her body for money is a whore, if that is the case, then a woman that trades her body for flattery and kind words is just a whore that is not paid very well.
~ Carl R White
Some say that a woman that trades her body for money is a whore, if that is the case, then a woman that trades her body for flattery and kind words is just a whore that is not paid as well.
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Names can hide so much.
This is no place for limits.
It is not fiction. It is history. And both their histories match now.
This is a landscape of dreams cemented in the past, of hopes gone cold, of girls and boys for rent in officially empty tower blocks, where none is truly so.
He is polite, the perfect gentleman at first. Yet she knows his kindness is an act he performs for himself to justify what he’s about to do.
The loudest silence is camera silence.
