waiting for clients to come out for the intermission, or by mingling with audience members once the show had finished. Things were so saucy that the ‘trouble’ didn’t stop once you entered the theatre. In front of the stage, young men would drink together, eat nuts and mingle with prostitutes down below in the notorious ‘pit’, an area of the theatre where all manner of things took
sits in her ruined sneakers, They’re about two sizes too small for her. Day by day, she struggles, growing weaker. She’s cold—she would kill for a coat of fur. Her mother’s finding work, her father’s dead. They wish for proper meals, nice things to eat. They don’t even have a mattress or bed, No shelters to go to, just the cold street. “Things will get better,” her mother does say. The both of them so want that to be true. But there is no hero to save the day, And the girl is coming down with the