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Niamh Horan Twitter Email. The words of poet Dorothy Parker who, in The Veteran, tries to tease out the age-old question: What makes people do the things they do?
The men who go out at night in search of sex for sale are no different. They're all propelled onto the streets by some innate desire. It's midnight on Dublin's Baggot Street and a young woman steps out of the shadows. Low-cut top, tight jeans and rolls of jet black hair pulled tight, she carries with her a story.
Like every girl who walk these streets. Somewhere across town her young son sleeps soundly in his bed. In a sweet slumber that shields him from the darkness of his mother's whereabouts. He doesn't see the driver come to a stop as his eyes peel down his mother's legs. I look at her face and she nods as he goes to retrieve his car.
Her polite smile hides her resignation. They'll make small talk on the way to her 'safe place' - the alley where she returns each night. Earlier this year she woke one morning and came down the stairs to find her long-term partner - the father of her child - dead on the couch.
She didn't cry at that moment either. Touching his pale-blue lips and cupping his grey face, she lay down beside him for hours before calling for an ambulance. I needed to stay with him for a while longer. I ask her about the theory that the women who fall into prostitution are often victims of sexual abuse as children.