#Chapter177

The city of Johannesburg comes alive as the sun goes down, flashing lights drawing the customers in. Tattoo parlors line the streets, the smell of cooking food drifts along from the various restaurants, the noise from the bars carry out on to the streets, and people line up to see the latest offerings from Hollywood, while cars prowl the darker sections of the city, pulling over to the curb.

A woman in a mini skirt leans into the window, a deal is made and she climbs in, heading for a cheap motel, sticking the R350.00 into her bra, and hoping that the guy will not beat her up like...