It is the curse of the street that rests on you as it does on the howling dogs. All of us are damned, and we are punished here for our sins. And we will not be delivered, till the Holy Mother will come, and we will take hold of her dress, and our souls will be freed. In the daytime I don't mind it. Then I am like other people. I work like all do. But when night comes, I am afraid. I am afraid of the darkness, of the shadows that creep in and take hold of me. I am afraid of the things I have to do to survive, the things that make me less than human. I look into the faces of the men who come to me, and I see their desperation, their hunger, and I wonder if they see the same in me. I wonder if they know that I am just like them, lost and searching for something to hold on to. But when the night falls, all that is left is the emptiness, the loneliness that wraps around me like a shroud. I long for the light, for the warmth of the sun, but it always seems just out of reach. And so I wait, trapped in this cycle of despair, hoping for a miracle that may never come.

Prostitute Monologue from Night

Rehearse Prostitute's monologue