‘The legal brothel, right?’
Sant was taken aback. ‘You could call it that.’
‘It’s a total joke. It’s meant to be regulated, and that’s meant to solve everything. So the customers start off not minding the idea, but soon they regard the red tape as a nuisance and get frustrated.’
Sant could hear Appleyard’s words echoing in the darkness. ‘I see where you’re coming from. The customers are turned off and go on the look-out for authentic s*x workers like… well, like you.’
‘Not at all.’
‘I’m wrong?’
‘Absolutely.’
‘You’re not authentic?’
She laughed again. ‘No comment, but you’re wrong about the legal brothel.’
‘Tell me more.’
‘It’s those rules – they’re not worth the condom packets they’re written on. The MA has two faces, you see. The official one operates from eight till late and is
