The Red Hounds

There were brothels—some of black legend—in my domains; bars, pubs, and discos complemented their offer to satisfy hidden desires. But the starkest reality of the life of easy virtue was always in heels and out in the open. First women, then men, lured their prey with sequins into the darkness of my alleys. Soon the hounds—baring their fangs—came to buy scenes of made up lust. There were transactions that ended in blood: I say were so as not to say are, I say blood so as not to say death.