A woman in 1959 of European descent from a small town in this city fought for women empowerment.
She fought for simple rights - she fought for the freedom of farts for women; in trains, buses, on the street.
All she wanted was for her to be able to walk by her kin, holding hands of her children as they happily licked the ice scream she bought them. And be able to enjoy that moment, that moment of their happiness by letting out a short-worded fart, or perhaps, a long silent one, Pftt.
She fought for her rights, our rights, to be able to smell as she did, of what she did, of whatever she wished to eat, without being frowned upon by the elite society of en-slavers.
A campaign was created with posters, banners, flags. Hell, she even set forth on a march with slogans, chants, with kids licking ice cream.
It might not have been much, but it was the first time a woman dared to fart freely. In front of the public, in front of her husband, in front of the lower class and the upper class, god-damn, even god.
She dared it. She did it. And she set us free. She set it free - for us all.
All in for the Freedom of Farts for women - say Aye!
It might not have been much, but it was the first time a woman dared to fart freely. In front of the public, in front of her husband, in front of the lower class and the upper class, god-damn, even god.
She dared it. She did it. And she set us free. She set it free - for us all.
All in for the Freedom of Farts for women - say Aye!
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