Her indifference almost resembles hostility as she exhales a bluish smoke into the tepid evening air of Manhattan.
She barely looks at her would-be client, lazily raising her bracelet-weighted arm towards the Chrysler building towering nearby.
The man can barely contain himself as she indulges in a long pause to inhale deeply the minty fumes from her glowing cigarette. His eyes grow wide and he begins to tremble as she speaks:
— You see that skyscraper over there, Honey ?...
I'd own it... If I had a p⁎ssy.