"I Sell Pussy!" And Other Stories From San Francisco

As I walked along the avenue three women passed me by, one carrying a thick wad of crumpled dollar bills she was trying to sort out. I said in a personable, congratulatory manner, "Damn. That's a lotta money girl." By this time they were behind me. The one carrying the money turned around and stated, "I sell pussy! That's how come I got all this money. You wanna buy some?"