Walking in "flapper's" shoes...

My name is Coco, I'm 23 years old, I'm a single middle-class women from Granada, Spain. I'm a designer and actually I'm working in an important department store. Now my bosses have released they need women on the sales floor to make the most precious costomers come here, other women. But my life Isn't just work. By night, I engaged in the active city nightlife. I frequented jazz clubs and vaudeville shows. Speakeasies is a common destination to me and my friends. Ironically, more young women consume alcohol actually and it's illegal than ever before. Smoking, another activity previously reserved for men, is popular among flappers, as we are called. Talking about my friends, they are girls and some men who want to help us and make no difference between us. As we use to say, we have an unmistakable look. We wear dersses to the knee, cut and dyed hair, high heels, shirts and suits, like men. The flappers chose activities to please ourselves, not a father or husband. What is clear is that we always manage to have a good time.