Don
07-20-2010, 10:36 AM
Some pretty funny lines here, interesting story too.
'Dude, really, I’m not a prostitute'
By erin alberty
The Salt Lake Tribune
http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home/49937482-76/says-south-street-prostitutes.html.csp (http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home/49937482-76/says-south-street-prostitutes.html.csp)
Shopper No. 10 is persistent.
The nine other drivers who pulled over for me in the last 15 minutes were easy to wave off. But the man in his white Cavalier keeps rolling ahead and waiting for me on side streets, his headlights pacing me block-for-block along the sidewalk of State Street.
He is convinced I’m a hooker.
Never mind that I’ve told him “no” three times. Never mind that my neckline leaves no room for a view. Never mind that my shoes are flat, my jeans are tidy and my face is makeup-free.
That does nothing to distinguish me from the working girls in State Street’s prostitution district.
Forget about fishnets and stilettos. Sex is advertised subtly here in the “South Track” — what vice detectives call the zone from 1300 South to 2100 South for four blocks around State. It takes just a glance over the shoulder and a moment of eye contact to elicit the invitation women hear almost every day from drivers in this neighborhood:
“Wanna ride?”
Kamie Williams, 22, points to the corner of Main Street and Wood Avenue.
“Right up there,” she says. “Last night I had six cars pull up in 15 minutes.”
Williams is dressed conservatively for a 97-degree day, in blue jeans and a T-shirt. Two blocks away, at the intersection of Kensington Avenue and Major Street, a prostitute is wearing the same outfit.
The only difference is that the prostitute’s T-shirt is tucked in.
“They look like anybody else,” said Salt Lake City police Lt. Mike Ross, who heads the vice unit. “They’re definitely not like the movies. They’re not dressed provocatively at all.”
The woman at Kensington and Major — I’ll call her Jenny — is in her late 50s. Her ponytail is pulled neatly under a visor, her pastel shirt is neither too tight nor too baggy, and her jeans are high-waisted and untorn. She could be dressed for a county fair or a church ice cream social.
But Jenny is dressed for work. She reminds me of this when a green hatchback slows down and then, as I pull out a notebook and pen, speeds up again.
“Look, you just cost me one,” she says.
This was just page one, go finish the article;
http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home/49937482-76/says-south-street-prostitutes.html.csp (http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home/49937482-76/says-south-street-prostitutes.html.csp)
'Dude, really, I’m not a prostitute'
By erin alberty
The Salt Lake Tribune
http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home/49937482-76/says-south-street-prostitutes.html.csp (http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home/49937482-76/says-south-street-prostitutes.html.csp)
Shopper No. 10 is persistent.
The nine other drivers who pulled over for me in the last 15 minutes were easy to wave off. But the man in his white Cavalier keeps rolling ahead and waiting for me on side streets, his headlights pacing me block-for-block along the sidewalk of State Street.
He is convinced I’m a hooker.
Never mind that I’ve told him “no” three times. Never mind that my neckline leaves no room for a view. Never mind that my shoes are flat, my jeans are tidy and my face is makeup-free.
That does nothing to distinguish me from the working girls in State Street’s prostitution district.
Forget about fishnets and stilettos. Sex is advertised subtly here in the “South Track” — what vice detectives call the zone from 1300 South to 2100 South for four blocks around State. It takes just a glance over the shoulder and a moment of eye contact to elicit the invitation women hear almost every day from drivers in this neighborhood:
“Wanna ride?”
Kamie Williams, 22, points to the corner of Main Street and Wood Avenue.
“Right up there,” she says. “Last night I had six cars pull up in 15 minutes.”
Williams is dressed conservatively for a 97-degree day, in blue jeans and a T-shirt. Two blocks away, at the intersection of Kensington Avenue and Major Street, a prostitute is wearing the same outfit.
The only difference is that the prostitute’s T-shirt is tucked in.
“They look like anybody else,” said Salt Lake City police Lt. Mike Ross, who heads the vice unit. “They’re definitely not like the movies. They’re not dressed provocatively at all.”
The woman at Kensington and Major — I’ll call her Jenny — is in her late 50s. Her ponytail is pulled neatly under a visor, her pastel shirt is neither too tight nor too baggy, and her jeans are high-waisted and untorn. She could be dressed for a county fair or a church ice cream social.
But Jenny is dressed for work. She reminds me of this when a green hatchback slows down and then, as I pull out a notebook and pen, speeds up again.
“Look, you just cost me one,” she says.
This was just page one, go finish the article;
http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home/49937482-76/says-south-street-prostitutes.html.csp (http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home/49937482-76/says-south-street-prostitutes.html.csp)