Whores' Glory Page #4

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Stay here, I'll be right back.

I want to talk to her first.

Girl, listen...

Where do you come from?

Comilla.

- Comilla?

- Yes.

- Do you have parents?

- Yes.

- Are they alive?

- Yes.

Do you live with

your real mother?

A stepmother.

How long have you

worked the street?

I started 6 years ago.

6 years.

- Yes.

Was that the only work you did in dhaka?

Yes.

Girls work as whores for me.

Is that clear?

Yes.

Your hands and feet

are dry and chapped.

Let's see your hair.

Oh dear.

Show me your breasts.

They'll pass.

We'll manage somehow...

Let's see your legs.

What's your name?

- My name is ruma.

- Ruma?

Yes.

You must stay here one year.

- Do you understand?

- Yes.

Then I will take care

of you in the future.

After one year, you can

work for yourself.

Do you understand? You

must earn money regularly.

And you must be well-behaved

and use nice language.

You have to solicit clients.

Otherwise how can I give

you a better future?

Do you understand?

Yes, alright.

You can't change your mind after two days.

No.

- What?

- No.

- So what do you say?

- Yes.

Later, you can't say:

"I don't want to stay."

The money I used

to pay for you...

I had to borrow, and I

have to pay it back.

I have to buy you clothes

and fix up your body.

You need makeup too.

I need peppy girls.

Boring girls don't sell.

You're as hot as Bombay chili,

as spicy as garam masala.

No one in this city dares

lock horns with you.

How long will you live

from turning tricks?

How long will you live this way?

Hey, taxi driver, your

fare is 100takas.

You drive back and forth.

That's your own small world.

Why should my job

bother you so much?

I met a madam from

here who said:

"Come with me. You can

earn 500takas a month.

'You'll have a job and a room

for yourself and your child."

I came and saw all of this.

But I didn't know anything

about prostitution.

At first I didn't understand

why there were so many men.

What were all these

men doing here?

I didn't understand any of it.

Slowly I began to figure it out.

When I came here, my

hair was very long.

They cut it and gave me new clothes.

They fixed me up.

My first client...

He was very brutal.

I'd never experienced

anything like it.

I knew how a wife

treats her husband.

But being with strangers?

I didn't understand, but

gradually I learned everything.

Don't do everything a

client asks of you.

Tell him:
"I sell my

body but not my soul."

Politely say:
"You may use

me up to a certain point."

"I cannot go beyond my limits."

"I am not a slave you

can buy."Understand?

"You cannot cross the

lines I have set."

If a client wants you to put

his cock into your mouth,

say:
"No, my mouth is holy. It

recites the sutras of the koran."

- Do you understand?

- Yes.

Let's assume you have hugged a

man and tried to arouse him,

but he still can't

get an erection.

Then you wait and let

him touch you all over.

You let him fondle your

breasts until he is hard.

Then you put the

condom on his cock,

lie down, and spread your legs.

When he sees you like

that, he will get horny.

He will push your knees apart, and

penetrate you, with your legs around him.

How much? - 100.

Who got hit?

The crazy girl.

We're not as envious

as they are.

Yes you are! Stop criticizing

the other girls.

You're all the same.

No, they're not as bad.

Don't praise them.

That b*tch is so envious.

No customers all day and

finally one came along.

She wanted him, but

he wanted ruma.

She was desperate for business.

I told him:
"Ruma isn't here,

but I have another girl."

"She hasn't had a customer all day.

Go to her."

"If you have friends, send

them to that other one."

Listen to her wail.

Don't beat her anymore.

Her crying is going to

drive customers away.

Hey mina! Is your

client still in there?

Rita should have been her madam.

Rita would have stripped her

naked and spread her legs,

shown her p*ssy to everyone,

then tied her to the toilet.

She wouldn't have fed

her until late night.

And I scold the cook,

when my girls haven't had

breakfast by 7 or 8!

That's why they are

such fat c*nts.

You b*tch at clients.

They pay for sex and have

to listen to your bitching.

You think there is a shortage

of good whores here?

Are your c*nts so special?

Stuck-up idiot!

Does she think she's miss world?

She's got the face of a monkey.

Monkey face!

Get up and dress, idiot.

Right now!

I'm getting rid of you!

Change into your own clothes.

Go back where you came from.

You, get up!

Wash your hands and face.

All the sandals I've bought you!

Wash your hands and face!

Watch it! I'll whip you!

I won't fight anymore.

I don't want you anymore.

Why stay with me?

Go back where you came from.

Look at the sh*t I

have to put up with!

- Get out!

- Forgive me!

Forget it.

My mother wasn't a whore. If you

don't work, I can't feed you.

- I'll try harder.

- F*** that.

Take your things down

and get dressed. Now!

Make me mad and my hand

will do the talking.

Get dressed.

Two customers came in and

I said:
"I've got them."

But ruma wanted them.

She grabbed them, but I

didn't want to let go.

One wanted to stay.

She tried to take

him with force.

I said:
"He's mine."

Madam came and slapped

me in the face twice.

Then she told ruma:

"This is your fault."

She told me:
"You know

ruma is always jealous."

After she hit me she told me:

"You stay here and I'm

going to send ruma back."

But she still won't

get any customers.

She just stands there.

I know it was my mistake.

That's why I got slapped.

I sometimes had good,

sometimes bad customers.

Some customers treated me well.

I spend a lot of time waiting.

But some days I have

no customers at all.

I am sad when I don't

have customers.

And my madam gets

angry and scolds me.

Most of my customers

have been good to me.

There's something

else I'd like to say.

We women are actually

very unhappy creatures.

It is very hard to

survive as a woman.

Why do women have to suffer this much?

Isn't there another path for us?

Is there a path at all?

Who can truly answer

this question?

I used to get so many clients.

More than you can imagine.

Now I'm older, and

business is slow.

It's hard for me.

Time doesn't stop.

I've grown old,

and that makes this life hard.

No clients wait for me.

She knows they hound

me every day.

Nothing but trouble! Try

and earn your keep!

Every evening they come

here and squeeze me dry.

And she acts like a queen and

doesn't turn a single trick.

There aren't any men.

What can I do?

I give the collectors everything

and they still complain.

We only eat when you work!

I give the collectors everything I

have, but they won't leave me alone.

That whore is the worst!

She just wiggles her ass.

I'm going to whip

your ass, b*tch.

They turn off the power every

night at the same time.

Click, and it's gone.

Then the landlord goes around,

collecting the rent from everyone.

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