Found a clean-ish piece of mirror in the alley. Stared into it for a while. Saw the fake lashes, the caked-on makeup, the wig that’s starting to fray. Tried to see her, the girl from before all this. Couldn’t find her. Just saw a pussy and a pair of tits for rent. That’s all any of these men see anyway. Their cock gets hard, they pay, they cum, they leave. They don’t see the person. Maybe it’s easier for them if they don’t. Maybe it’s easier for me, too. The ones who want to look you in the eye are always the most dangerous.