A busy corner

She smiled at the thought. Her mother had said she would be a whore eventually. ‘Well momma, I guess I was always a bit of a whore. Might as well get paid for it,’ Peggy thought as she found a corner and cocked her hip as she showed off her goods.

A few other street walkers were glancing at her, knowing she would steal some of their business, but Peggy paid them no mind as a car quickly pulled up before her. The window rolled down as she stepped up and leaned in. “Evening, sweetie. What can Momma do for you?”