A prostitute spoke to me tonight as I was rounding a street corner in the center of town. It was just after sunset. She was a brunette, of medium height, wearing a short skirt and leather jacket. She was probably in her twenties.
“Hello,” she said in English. “Where are you going?”
“I’m just walking,” I replied.
“Do you want to go with me?” she inquired.
I was beginning to think prostitutes weren’t that into me anymore.