I wish I had a picture...

So, my friends Siobhan and Danielle and I were driving down San Pablo, back to my house one evening after a shopping trip, when we saw the not uncommon sight of a sex-worker standing on the meridian. She was tall, gangly, and wearing jeans, a low-cut shirt and a parka to fend of the cold. Her hair was blond, stringy and hanging to her shoulders, and she looked like she'd been hooking for about ten to twenty years. She was also wearing a necklace. A gold chain, with a three-inch pendant, which lay askew on her chest. It was a heart of gold.