Weird lonely nights

A couple of days ago something weird happened. A girl offered her to have sex with me for money. That's not so weird, after all people need a way for a living. The curious thing was that I actually considered paying for it. She wasn't incredible hot, but enough, and she was kind and serious. I had a prejudice against paying for sex but... why that prejudice? Probably because it's something new. Anyway in the dark nights coming, while the alleys sounds with the blues of my lonely steps and the boots urge me with echos of my past, the ghost that walks beside me won't make my bed roar. I will continue walking alone, with not even a single embrace to hold so... why not considering options? Why not open my mind?
As the flesh market it's just another kind of market, after all. And even the most private confidences and touches can be changed for some money.