Hello, my name is Berthy Kristine. I'm a thirty-year-old woman who has been living on the streets for quite some time now. It hasn't always been like this; I used to be a beautiful girl with long hair and fair skin. But things took a turn when I got addicted to drugs. Now, I'm stuck in this vicious cycle of drug abuse and prostitution.
I've been leaning into the car window for hours now, hoping that someone will give me some money so that I can get my next fix. I'm wearing a frayed mini skirt, a pink top, and heavy makeup to try to look as good as possible. My fur jacket is my only possession left, and it's getting tattered day by day.
The needle marks on my arms are a constant reminder of how far I have fallen from grace. The street lights dimly glow in the distance, casting a grim light over everything around me. This is the life I lead now, wandering aimlessly through the city's underpasses and alleyways, trying to eke out a living any way I can.
But tonight has been different. A client stopped by my spot and took me for a ride in his car. He wanted to show me around town, take me to some nice places and have fun. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I climbed into the front seat of his car with a smile on my face and we drove off into the night.
As we cruised through the city's streets, he told me all about himself and his family. He was a wealthy businessman who had everything he could ever want in life. But still, there was something missing from his life - someone like me. He wanted to take care of me, help me get off the streets and start anew.
I'm not sure what to make of this offer. Part of me is scared that it might be a trap or some kind of scheme. But another part of me hopes that this could really be my chance to turn things around and make a better life for myself.