A Brief Encounter

Bergen, Norway
August 2015

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.

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