Whores' Glory Page #3

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I live in a brothel district.

Because her mother is a whore,

no one will want to marry her.

If someone does marry her,

it will only be for money.

When there is money, he will love

her, if not, he will kick her out.

And then what? She'll

probably become a whore.

When I am very old, I won't

be able to support her.

She'll have no choice.

She'll become a whore.

The outside world pushes us

out of the way to make room.

Those people are our clients.

Outside, they are disgusted by us; In

here, they love us and our bodies.

Come in with me.

You have on too much makeup.

Leave me alone.

Don't use so much

makeup, sweetie!

Don't you want to come in?

Not today.

Because of a pretty girl downstairs?

No.

Those girls tried, but I said I

have something better upstairs.

I meant you.

So she let me go.

What's my name? Tell me.

Maybe you have no name.

If you told her my name,

you can tell me too.

I said your name is little bird.

You're like a little bird.

Give me a break.

I really did say that.

You're sure you don't

want to come in today?

I don't have enough money.

Show me. I'll take

everything I find.

I only have 15 takas on me.

Come on! And if I find more than that?

Then you can have it.

Really? I'll take everything you have.

Show me.

I had nine customers today.

All nine were really fine. They

were perfect gentlemen with me.

It always depends on

the man's family.

If he comes from a good

family, he has good manners.

If he comes from a bad

family, he has bad manners.

If he comes from a good family,

he should have good manners.

But it depends on

my behavior too.

If I treat him badly,

he treats me badly.

If a girl behaves badly, she

gets a bad reputation quickly.

Customers tell each other:

"Don't go to that girl."

If I lose a customer, then

his friends stop coming too.

I treat my customers right,

so they keep coming back.

Otherwise I would be

left with nothing.

A customer would come

once and never again.

I've been here for 2

months and 6 days.

Today I had 4 customers.

One didn't work with me.

The other 3 customers did.

I asked him:
"Why don't

you work with me?"

He said:
"I don't want to.

I just want to talk."

I said:
"What do you want to talk

about?" He said:
"All kinds of things."

I'm not going to work with you.

I said:
"Okay, then talk."

We spoke, then he left.

He didn't work with me.

Why are you hesitating? Come

on, let's go to my room!

Don't laugh.

I can't help it.

Laughter always

brings sadness too.

Why cry? I've cried

enough for a lifetime.

I can't help it,

I have to laugh.

Laughing, crying. Both

are a part of life.

No one can see what

is buried deeper.

There is so much

sorrow and pain.

We try to forget sadness

with a little laughter,

but the pain still remains.

After a long hard day's work,

we go there to enjoy

ourselves and have fun.

We have girlfriends

there:
Shima, rima, uma.

We spend our spare

time with them.

They give us satisfaction

and we make them happy too.

We f*** in our spare

time, then we go home.

After we eat, we go back again.

Having fun with them

makes us feel good.

Are you done?

Yes, I go to the red-light district. I

have a girl there. Her name is shilpi.

I like her very much. I

sometimes see her twice a day.

She is really nice to me.

She has very pretty eyes.

Everything about her is pretty... her

hands, feet, eyes, eyebrows, lips.

And she's a good girl too.

I only go to other

girls if we fight.

But she finds me.

"Come with me now, she says."

And I go to her

because I love her.

When I have a break, I go

to the bazaar and f***.

To enjoy myself.

I go at least once

or twice a day.

It's all I think about.

Without the faridpur

brothel district,

women couldn't go out on the

street without being molested.

Men would be so horny

they would rape them.

Without those women, men would

be screwing cows and goats.

The brothel is definitely

good for the area.

If you take it away, the younger

generation would surely suffer.

Me too, because I go

there to relieve myself.

How much?

300 takas. Yes or no?

Can't you charge less?

Not less than 300.

Alright.

- Go away.

- No, I like her.

She's a poem.

Don't pull me. That is the way!

Some penises work on me too long.

It is hard for me to take them in.

If someone fucks too long, it hurts,

and I have to skip a few customers.

And some penises are too big.

That's another problem.

Putting a big one in

me can hurt too much.

Then I have to skip

a few customers.

But sometimes I do it anyway.

I use creams and oils

to ease the hurt.

Some men come in drunk

and want too much.

To eat my p*ssy and take

off all my clothes.

Or they try to make me

suck their penises.

If I refuse, they won't

call on me again.

Men don't realize how we sacrifice

our sense of shame for money.

600 takas allows f***ing

twice in one hour.

Some penises need time

to get hard again.

You have to drink or eat with

them before the second time.

You can't just push a

button to make it hard.

Hey, jhorna, not with me!

Or I'll f*** with you too.

Sounds like you're itching.

I'm horny, I want sex!

Hi, sweetie, come to mama. Don't

walk by without saying anything.

My heart is beating like crazy.

Where are you going?

- Where are you going?

- Home.

I'm done here.

Coming back tomorrow?

Let go of him.

Is it your business?

I wasn't talking to you.

F*** off!

Mind your own

business and shut up.

Hey, behave yourself.

Sorry, sorry.

Come on, let's go.

You be quiet.

Where are you going?

Upstairs.

What's her name?

Shopna.

All right. Go!

If they say a name, it's okay.

Show me your money.

So later you can't

say you have none.

Come on.

To hell with educated men.

This is a whorehouse.

Here educated and uneducated

men behave the same.

Wait, wait, what's the hurry?

Let go of me.

I just want to talk. What's wrong?

Come with me!

I said leave me alone!

What are you going to do?

Come with me!

If I ask nicely, you

should come with me.

If you're not satisfied, you can leave.

I heard you the first time.

Go in the room!

I'm staying right here.

Grab that coward

and drag him in.

- Get up!

- Don't rush me!

You're asking for trouble.

Get up and come with me!

This is a f***ing whore house,

not a family dinner!

Your honor has no place here.

Let's talk outside.

The girl can wait here.

Let's go talk outside.

Stay here, girl.

I'm just going next door for a moment.

I'll be back to talk to you. Okay?

You must be hungry.

Your cheeks are hollow.

Okay, let's go.

How much do you want?

8,000.

A girl like that

isn't worth 8,000.

I'll take her if you

lower your price.

Listen...

I have to borrow the

money and pay interest.

What is your offer?

5,000 maximum.

So? What is your answer?

Alright. But not

this low next time.

Bring me a good girl

and I'll pay more.

But I won't pay more for her.

The next one will be better.

I hope so.

Our deal is 5,000. Here.

Count it.

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