Maureen and Phoebe exchanged a quizzical glance, then drifted their eyes back to the young widow.
"Catia what do you mean?" Maureen asked, she was not about to leave with just half the story.
After sneezing in a tissue, Catia tossed it towards the bin, but it fell on the floor beside it. "Take a look around you, we are in the Red-light district, not the cushy estate where you all live. Half the women that live here have sold their bodies in the past, present and others are on their way to doing it in future.
Most of us don't even have a choice, we are pushed into the lifestyle by circumstances that are not of our own making. My parents were poor, my father used to work in a factory, but he lost an arm which turned him into a useless drunk, so my mother started turning tricks for a living to put food on the table.
