THE black SUV turned to the nearest left lane. Although it was past ten in the evening already, the ongoing traffic is still moderate to heavy on a Saturday night.
Partygoers and intoxicated drinkers were loitering on the busy streets. Night workers that were offering a night of pleasure can be seen in the darkened area of the city district.
The man manning the SUV whistled when they stopped at a red light. Alongside them were pretty women and lady boys in skimpy outfits.
“Bye, ladies.” He hollered when the light changed.
The drive bobbed his head as the billboard hit of Ed Sheeran played on the radio. His fingers were tapping the stirring wheel as she muttered the lyrics of the popular song. In contradiction, the guy on the passenger seat has his eyes fixed on the side mirror. In
