street prostitute 8: photographing Ronda
…And before I know what's happening, Ronda's the passenger in a car I watch disappear over the Fifth Street horizon.
At least forty-five minutes pass before I see her again— ambling up Fifth with another young streetwalker—and from her change of clothing, her freshly applied makeup and—especially—the new calmness in her face, I know immediately that she has shot up already.
"You've already shot up, huh?"
"Yeah," she admits with no apologies, and then introduces her companion to me as Brenda.
I am photographing the two of them talking—chatting out in the middle of Myrtle—when several other hookers appear—seemingly out of nowhere—in my viewfinder.
"Just look natural," Ronda advises them…