There she stood, in the same place she always did on Saturdays at 9:30 at night.

The street corner was not a comfortable place to be. It was cold, the buildings around the sidewalk were dingy, and she was always waiting for at least an hour until she had a customer.

Ha, a customer. Is that what she called them? More like pigs, or scum, or low-lifes with nothing better to do or with no one to go home to.