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Vice
You know that way your never 5 feet from a rat in the city or some statistic like that well… I would if the same is true of prostitutes or sex workers. There is these two people having sex clearly in view not hiding anything and alongside them is a refuse collector and his van with a few other guys. I'm thinking to myself how can they not be seen more to the point why have they not stopped>?
There was a group of guys and girls all neds not older than 20 walking outside as I was on my way home. They walk past this prostitute and start hassling her with taunts. I saw something really strange in her eyes… it was almost a glimpse of innocence. She seemed far more innocent than what the group of teens were. I thought they would start something and was preparing myself to either help defend her or call the police but they carried on walking. It really left me questioning the relationship this woman has with reality.
Oh dear
I had to walk past the flat tonight. I thought I’d need to call someone I felt really defenceless and alone in that moment I walked past my door. There was a group of about 5 or 6 men and women all involved with selling sex and drugs in some way. Not one of them looked sober. I saw them as I got closer and could see that they were completely covering the entrance to the flat. I thought I could make it past them and it would be ok and I'm sure if that’s what I had done it would be fine and nothing would have happened but I didn’t. I walk right on by and walked around the block. The streets seemed far too empty for my liking and I wanted to call someone I thought of everyone who would be awake at 12.30 at night and I decided it would be better just to keep on walking. So I walked for ages but it was only about 5 minutes and I walked back to the flat. Sure enough they were away from the entrance.
I walked past the usual girl on the corner and the funniest thing happened. She was sooo off her face and could see these other two women walking up the street shouting something I couldn’t make it out but it was more than likely to be Jamie Lee anyways… the woman was mimicking her shouting in a drawn out exaggerated fashion. “Meehhhh he leee….” And whilst doing this, laughing away to herself. It made me chuckle to myself perhaps she gets the funny side of it or maybe its laughing out of drug filled desperation.
Not One Bit Ashamed
When I dance I can’t hear him fighting. When I dance.
Intrigued
There was another prostitute getting screwed from behind in the allyway just now. Its 2.20 in the morning and I'm getting something from the kitchen as usual it’s a late night snack.. shocking, but not as bad as seeing a girl getting fucked from behind in a dark scummy ally. It was an interracial encounter of the strangest kind. He has a big jacket on hard to tell how old he is but his legs are so thin. She has long blonde hair. I think it was the same girl as a few weeks back. I feel sorry for her, for them. They should have a night in a hotel or at least out the rain. How do you get into that situation in fact how do you let yourself get into that?
He runs out the ally pulling at his trousers
His crotch partially exposed
She screams “your going to jail”
He ducks round the corner
his pace fast and scattered
another man walks past the entrance
turns his head at the just passes
She..
left behind her black skirt ruffled
“your going to jail.”
Said almost with glee
Its twenty past five and Jamie-lee is missing, how do I know? A girl is shouting her name out. A fellow prostitute no doubt. Her name echoes into the early morning air.
48.8p times 7
I'm just a down town fool Ill take you out on the town and ill show you a good time out in the street city lights above it’s the night time baby I'm gonna show you my love.
I saw her again I have begun to notice regular girls out and about. She was slumped into the ground waiting on a bus. All dignity seemingly gone. I felt a pang of guilt. I don’t know why, but there was a moment I thought I should have changed something about the way I live. Her situation made me realise something within me. I can’t quite put my finger on it. I know I felt a moment of sorrow towards her and a reflection on myself seemed to emanate from her eyes.
“Jamie lee.” Shouts carry on into the night. Its one prostitute to another. They all want drugs. It’s their only escape. I saw a girl the other day. She was swigging from a vodka bottle. No mixer, just pure cheap vodka. I assumed it would take her awareness away, make her that bit more numb.
she gives blow jobs for crack behind burger king
I'm sitting in the kitchen well more walking through and I'm eating some left over couscous from dinner. Its 3.04 am on a Thursday night, Friday morning. I'm eating away casually glance out the window and something catches my eye. It is an arm. Moving back and then forth…oh dear. Like a car crash I continue to gaze on, mesmerised. The woman has long blonde hair and she has a large pale coat on. He is wearing a t-shirt with something shiny on the back. It is strangely sparkly. Dark blue. They finish and she powers off into the night. He pulls up his jeans and follows in a disoriented fashion. Both look mid 20’s, young. The encounter over, they disappear into the night.
“…and you kiss me. In the flash of a photo booth, our lips meet. If only for a second, but they meet. That moment captured for eternity. Romance lining the soft summer air as we live the summer of our youth.”
"...and faintly I was still here, waiting."
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