Apparently, if you throw water on a hooker, she will melt like a wicked witch. The photo above was taken an interior industrial street with the closest intersection being 7th street and Traction.
I was unable to negotiate with the young woman who once inhabited these garments to my satisfaction. Suspecting that I may be able melt ladies of the night with pure distilled H20, like you would a witch, I reached into the rear seat of the Alero, brandished a jug and doused the hooker with Arrowhead.
She quickly fizzled away like a flesh n' bone alka-seltzer, leaving behind only a modest mountain of cotton, spandex, elastic and lame.
Godspeed fair flowers of the street, but please know I'm coming to soak you.
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