This is where I work. The streets.

I constantly live with the threat of violence. If it isn't the 'customers', it's the pimps.

And then there's the police. I've been arrested more times than I can remember.

The only comfort is the money.. Yeah, the money.

I don't want this lifestyle. I have no choice.

Do you feel sorry for me?

Do you?

This is me.

Do you still feel sorry for me?