Dream is always "good" nomatter who your are! Through our dream, we regenerate an mystical energy from generation to generation. Event we are prostitute, gangster or something…through dream we create somthing good for the future..

Memories of a whore.

Bali Bomb’s Untold Tragedy – The Forgotten Victims.

Short story about a double life led by the seemingly sweet kindgertarten teacher Wendy.

An inside look into the mind of a lady who feels she has no choice in her profession. As humans, we look on the outside, but if we only took the time to learn a person’s heart opportunities to reach out to those lost and hurting would be endless. Think before judging – it’s not our job.

A woman-child Prostitute.

From a friend.

I can’t buy your love, hers, or hers, so what is it I’m really paying for, what is it that I wish to take. Dollars, Words, Me… Can’t Buy Me Love; I need so very little and now I want so much and in the end, as always you will give me nothing.

A poem, written about the darker and dingier side of society and how it sometimes can conflict with our stereotypical views caused by films such as Pretty Women.

Walking to the pimp’s beat…