The other day I was biking home from work. It was around 5pm, and I was on Shuter St near Sherbourne.
There was a brunette leaning against the road-side of a parked car. She had short black hair, and an even shorter glittery silver dress. 4-inch high heels, and what (at a glance) looked like track-marks and bruises all up her legs. She was shouting at the drivers passing her by. As I got closer, I could hear what she was saying:
“F**K YOU! I’m not that expensive! I still haven’t gotten any work today! F**K YOU!”
Sometimes I love this city. Where else would you get to enjoy this street-side entertainment?