I hated this corner. The wind came right off the river and got your face damp as well as cold. My nose was redder than my lipstick. Even with the streetlight out, people would hesitate before buying from me. And it didn't help that the streets were lined with cheap-ass hookers.

I would never sell my ass that way. Drugs were paying enough, and no gross stranger got to shove his tongue down my throat. Of course, their regulars were chasing off my regulars. None of ...