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I am a tramp. Or, as some like to say, une femme de la rue. I wake up wherever I fall asleep – sometimes under a bridge, sometimes in a park, sometimes with a very confused gentleman next to me. Life is an adventure, no?
I hear the whispers. “She sells herself for a few coins, you know.” “A lady of the night, that one.” They say it with a little shudder, a little sniff of disgust. They think I do not hear, but my ears, they are sharp like claws.
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And you know what? I do not care. Not one little bit. Because it is all true. Every single word. It gives me money for a warm baguette, a coffee, maybe a cheap bottle of bordeaux for a cold evening. What is the big deal?
People, they look at me with their big eyes, like I am a lost soul. They think I should be ashamed. But why? I am not taking anything from them. Nor am I hurting anyone. I am just living my life, my way. No boss, no rent, no boring husband complaining about dinner. Just me, the sky, and sometimes, a kind stranger with a few extra dollars to spend.
Once, a very proper lady, all in tweed, dropped a coin near me. “For a coffee, dear,” she said, looking away quick-quick. I looked at the coin, then at her. “Merci, Madame,” I said, with my biggest smile. “Perhaps for a very strong coffee, and a very good bottle of red to go with it.” Her face went red like a tomato. Oh, she thought I was just a poor girl. She did not know I was a queen of my own small world.
I pick up my bag – a very fine bag, full of everything I need and nothing I don’t – and I walk. The sun is warm today. Maybe I will find a nice spot by the river. Maybe I will meet a new friend. Perhaps a new “client” with a funny story and a generous hand. Who knows?
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