Po Po and the Prostitute?

Desperate times equal desperate measures. As a poor, struggeling journalist Twiglet took whatever jobs came her way, well almost whatever. One day her boss at her magazine asked her if she would like to make some extra money handing out their magazine at a convention along with some other flyers. She said yes directly and when the day arrived she was there on time. She picked up the magazines and then when it was time to pick up the flyers she knew this wasn´t going to be as easy as it seemed. The flyers were for ¨escorts¨ or more like prostitutes, covered with photos of women scantily clad in racy lingerie and in compromising positions. With her head held high, she figured she would just get it over with, I mean really how hard could it be? While handing them out, she got snide looks from the passerbys and inappropriate comments referring to ¨wanting to have a good time.¨ Humiliated she continued, swallowing her pride (and only her pride!) An hour into it a police man came up to her and grabbed the flyers from her hands saying, ¨How perfect!¨He then proceeded to ask her a series of questions, what was her job? How long had she lived in Barcelona for? Did she have papers? Could he see her Identification card? Horrified she swore she wrote for the magazine and did not work as a so called ¨escort¨, she did not have her ID card on her but would give him all her information and he could check it out. As the people walked by starring with smirks, she felt dirty without knowing why. Blow job five euros! Not here fellas, keep it movin´!