So what?

Tell me about me... tell me on a warm autumn night... Tell me about your work, are you a prostitute?

Come on, what's strange here?

Unusual... Popular profession...

Wherever you are, majors, rich Romans,

They wrinkle their noses at the open plebs,

Walled up in silks, robes and velvets...

Well...you can see, this is what was destined for me.

You are destined to become a street doll.

After all, in our time the ability to lie under people

Healthy. Need to. Not nonsense, but a necessity.