One after another thing were thrown out of the gate; clothes, cosmetics, shoes and idol of gods nothing were shown mercy.
And finally it was her turn. She too was forcibly thrown like her belongings.
As she gathered her things, the words of her warden rang in her ears, "This is not a brothel, it's my house. You have no place amongst us. You are like parasites which slowly and slowly gulp the society."
Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked above her head. Her heart screamed, "This society made me, characterised me and gave me a new identity. My new identity separate me from the whole world. They call me 'a call girl.' And I'm prone to judgement harshly."
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