So there was this elevator guy and I was really goddam crazy or something and I said that it'd be fine if he'd send down a girl for me. And the problem is, when she arrived, I couldn't stand it. She was about my age—my real age—and she had on this green dress. Her name was Sunny. Nobody would even recognize that she's a prostitute when she wore that dress. It was really pitiful, really.
I mean, don't people care about these people? Why do they let girls sell their goddam bodies like this?! It isn't sexy, it's just sad. How do the police, and even the hotel manager, not know about this that's happening right under their noses? What, does the manager get paid for hiring pimps to operate his elevators? These sort of people goddam infuriate me. They really do.
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