Ever spare a moment in time to ponder upon how they are working alone, unprotected, in the dark and the rain and the cold, for that much needed money and at the mercy of any pervert that comes along.
They are somebody’s daughter, mother, sister, and somebody somewhere loves them, despite their life choices. They were once innocent little children, even if their innocence was fleeting, often through no fault of their own. They haven’t had lovely lives and now here they are.
Do we care, especially? Not really. We only become interested when there’s something bad happened to them and the whole thing takes on an appalling, televisual fascination. I suppose it all depends on how much value you put on people’s lives.
Who are they? They are your everyday's freelancers. I'm not supportive of prostitution but morally, these ladies deserves a clap, not just a bang.