Viewing the local antiquities

The corner: 
Angel's brothel. I lift my eyes up: Tonight, the dorm window is raised: A failed window shade, collapsed to the sill on one side, brailed up on the other, opens a triangle that gives on the street:

Framed there, a whore.

She rests her small chin on her forearm, calmly surveying the street scene.

Does the mama-san know that her whores can look out?

I wave, discreet, with my fingers, and whistling walk on.


The Corner
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