Porn star

"Go to the Americana," said the dispatcher.

"Where is that?"

"121 7th Street."

"121 7th Street," I repeated

She was standing on the street in front of the Best Western Americana, waving at me. She was wearing a long white fur-lined coat and a beige dress underneath. Her hair was dyed blond and very short. I guessed her to be about 26.

"Can you take me to the nearest Walgreens or Rite Aid?"

"Sure. I think there is one on Market Street."

Her beige dress was very low cut. Her face reminded me of Natalie Portman's. When we were driving along Market Street, she exlaimed

"That's the club I dance at!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, that's my picture right there."

I looked over and saw two big posters of a girl with long hair. She told me that they were both her.

"Do you like dancing at the club?"

"Yeah, well, I'm a porn star."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, it's cool. It pays well, and it's nice to go to different cities and have fans there."

"Sure."

"It's really hard on your body though. Exhausting."

"I'm sure."

She was very excited about all the stores in the Westfield Mall we passed on Market Street on the way to Walgreens. She said she would walk back to the hotel and go shopping.