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In ancient Greece, hetaerae (singular /hɪˈtaɪrə/, plural
/hɪˈtaɪriː/; in Greek ἑταῖραι, hetairai) were courtesans, that is to say, highly educated, sophisticated companions. They are often regarded by people today as simple prostitutes, which is an incorrect assumption, although most of them did, in fact, have sexual relations with their patrons.
In ancient Greek society, hetaerae were independent and sometimes influential women who were required to wear distinctive dresses and had to pay taxes. Mostly ex-slaves from other cities, these courtesans were renowned for their achievements in dance and music, as well as for their physical and intellectual talents. Unlike most other women in Greek society at the time, hetaerae were educated. Τhey were also the only women who actively took part in the symposia, where their opinion was welcomed and respected by men. Hetaerae should not be confused with pornai of the time, who sold sex by the act and worked on the streets or out of brothels. They were the only class of women in ancient Greece with access to and independent control over considerable amounts of money.
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My lust, your fright
Your love, my sore
My wish, your deepest scar
My warmth, your shelter
Your smile, my sickness
My demands will never stop
You belong to me
Come make all of my dreams get lost
In your salvation
Your weakness is the fuel of my desire
I wanna take you with me to
my inner wonderland
You´ll see a dark and beautiful world
Of pleasure and sacrifice
There´s no escape
I´ll convert you in a prisoner
Of my unfair desire
Come and see through my clear
Mirror of tears
Come make all of my dreams get lost
In your salvation
Your weakness is the fuel of my desire
Come make the darkness close the door
To your own freedom
You´ll be the prisoner of a lonely soul
Translucent eyes will lead you down
To my scars
You will feel the rage behind