Inside the walk of shame

Inside the walk of shame

It is 7 a.m. I am walking across the open-plan trading floor, with most of my male colleagues are applauding, wolf-whistling and booing me as I pass by. All this, just because that I am wearing the exact same dress I wore yesterday. Ten years later, while writing this...

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