New RVA satire blog Tobacco Avenue points out that With crime down, local prostitutes feel safer on city streets. From the post:
A rolled wad of bills – fives, tens maybe – emerge from the dark interior along with the aroma of Northern Lights-brand marijuana, the heavy thump of bass rattling the partially-rusted trunk. He whispers something to LaTawnya; she nods her head and enters the passenger seat, gently winking at a Tobacco Avenue reporter as they drift into the night, seemingly disappearing into the grandly illuminated Richmond skyline.
And with that, LaTawnya was off to her next gig – and likely safe one, at that.