Life on Manchester St

No little girl dreams of this dressing room. Anna hunches on the concrete beam scratching around in her bag for her high heel boots.

The ground is a mat of shingle and damp dirt. Even the weeds have given up trying to grow in this dank corner of Christchurch's red light district. A digger tyre serves as Anna's vanity table. On it rests a sparkly card holder full of condoms.

It is bitter July night in Christchurch - the kind of cold that eats through each layer of clothing. But instead of putting clothes on, Anna is taking them off. She is a prostitute on Manchester St.

Source: http://www.stuff.co.nz/the-press/news/6761...