The Angry Street Prostitute

Now, this was a first for me. I had been in Paris for a few weeks, and then it was off to Italy. I won't tell you the exact location. A few frightened priests asked me not to. They watch TV and they understand the power of the GHOST HUNTING community.

They have been trying to rid the area of Prostitute activity, forever!... It was explained to me. The poor women, they come from all over. Young and old, it doesn't matter. If there is money to be made, they can feed themselves and their family, for another day. It saddened me to hear this, but I needed to get back to the work at hand.

It was a business trip, and I had gone over with a few Fashion Models. A photo shoot had been organized, and we were waiting to meet with the clothing coordinator. The girls were bored, and sitting around an old, gorgeous statue. The shoot would be centered around the ancient piece. I was wandering around, watching the people watch us!.

When the shoot began, we attracted quite a large crowd, and a number of local folks stuck around to watch. Two priests wandered by, their eyes, filled with disapproval, but they stayed to watch for a while...

This amused me, and I wondered what they were thinking. The Models were young, beautiful, and scantily clad in form fitting, barely there fashion. The two priests kept whispering among themselves, and they seemed to scan the crowds, looking for someone?...I don't know.

The groups watching us kept changing. There were College students and old men, Families on vacation, and young women with envy in their eyes. I saw hyper, bouncing children, and angry grandparents, chasing them away from the barrier tapes. People came and went all day.

By six p.m., the shoot wasn't anywhere near ending, and I was tired and grouchy. My body was aching from standing, and my feet felt like they had grown to the size of concrete blocks. I needed a break, so I took a walk, away from the noise, the lights... The crowds.

It was then that I saw the men, coming and going, from a small space between two buildings... I was curious, so silly me, I went over and peeked down the dank and dark passageway. It was then that I realized where I was. Someone had mentioned the Prostitute trade in Italy, and I had seen it firsthand on the streets of Paris, but this surprised me.

Women were splayed up against walls, by men in various array of dress. I could see the purposeful acts of the women, giving themselves away to strangers, and my stomach churned in revulsion. They were there... Dozens of them, somewhat hidden in the dark, and I quickly backed away.

Embarrassed and repulsed by what I had seen, I hurried in the opposite direction. I was stopped by a shabbily dressed woman, and I could see, she had once been a lady of the night. This hag like image standing before me was most definitely a GHOST. She yelled to me, but I barely heard her. I found myself staring an apparition with over-made, garish red lips. Her frizzy, brassy blonde hair was pinned and loose, and messy... Her saggy breasts were visible beneath the thin material of her dress, and they hung out from the low-cut front. I looked away in disgust.

Even in this state of unrest, she was determined to get my attention. She raised her voice to me again... But I tried to keep walking. She stepped into my path again...

" Whar you goin' lady belle " she said." Do you like what you see?..."

And she lifted her skirt, exposing wrinkled arthritic white knees, and faded red stockings, rolled down to her ankles. She tried to grab me by my waist, but I dodged her bony, age spotted hands. Her voice was deep, like a man's. It sounded like the voice of an old woman, who had spent a lifetime smoking. Her age appeared to be mid-sixties? In a cruel sounding tone, she laughed at me as I turned away. Her voice carried with it a bitterness of a life lived in hardship. My heart sank for this lost soul. She was stuck here, and she was mean and nasty... And I couldn't help this one...

I hurried away, but she didn't try to follow. When I peeked over my shoulder, she was gone. This wasn't someone who had been kind in life. I can't help them all, and this GHOST, was not ready... I had a feeling it would take an eternity...