She trots up and down one of the city’s main drags in white leggings so tight and pale they could pass for skin.
Another wears silver hooped earrings, a short checkered mini skirt with the colourless look of desperation on her face.
For under the cover of darkness and on damp, rotting fly-tipped sofas, these women sell their bodies to strangers to fuel crippling drug addictions and to survive.
Thousands pass through, on foot or in cars, but many turn a blind eye to the desolate sight of lost souls lingering on Soho Road’s street corners.
Death threats, robbery, rape and kidnap are horrors they’ve grown accustomed to at the hands of the immoral kerb crawlers who use them for sex.
Often married with reputable jobs and