The other afternoon, I was in the parking lot of a boarded-up motel on Aurora at 41st taking notes about a Grrrl Army mural on prostitution (“Do what you wanna do just know that you’re not…alone”). A shiny black Passat pulled into the lot and sat there. I realized the driver was waiting for me to come over.
I’m just curious. So here’s a question for the non-sex workers out there: How many times has this happened to you? Has it ever flashed into your head that you could just get in the car? What crosses your mind?
