“I need the cash.” She steps out, lips painted, ready for the night ahead. A glance, a nod, and she’s locked in. Barely legal, but desperation knows no age in this gritty underbelly.
“I need the cash.” She steps out, lips painted, ready for the night ahead. A glance, a nod, and she’s locked in. Barely legal, but desperation knows no age in this gritty underbelly.