It was already past midnight, yet the streets were still busy.
Some individuals walked alone, while others gathered in small groups near open stalls and dim bars.
The crowd here was mostly between eighteen and thirty-five, with only a few older ones mixed in.
From the information got from her phone, this place was known as a spot where people came to drink and lose control. It was obvious from the start.
Women passed by in outfits that drew attention. Some wore very revealing shorts, while others wore dresses that showed more than usual.
At this hour, that kind of attention often came with risk.
Men stared as they walked past. Others leaned closer to whisper, their eyes following them their bottom area as they moved away.
Few who were bold enough started hitting on them. Some women shook their heads and walked away without slowing down.
Others smiled and chose to go with them if the men looked good enough, disappearing into the night for brief, careless company.
