Her sequined purple ultra-low ride mini skirt gave her wedgies, her pink “hooker top” rode so low in the front that her tiger-striped pushup bra covered more skin than the shirt did. And, of course, her lipstick, slew on so thick that it stained her lips days after use, was caked on as usual.

“Hey, bay-be, wanna go for a ride?” A man, clearly drunk and alone, slowed his car as he spotted her shifting nervously in her heels.