Finally, things seem to be looking up. I still hate this place, but I’m starting to find my around here, and to attract some customers, too. They’re just the kind you’d expect in a trash heap like this, but at least it looks like I won’t be starving for a while. There are exceptions, though… like that woman today. I don’t think she was out cruising for sex, but got interested when I called out to her. We went to the nearby cinema which was empty at the time where she proceeded to eat me out, and while I can’t quite put my finger as to why it was… [a sound much like a low, content purr]. No doubt that this was one of my more… memorable tricks and I hope to run into her again. And she paid quite well, too.

Also, it looks like I’m making some headway with local police. I ran into one near the sushi bar close to the station, and he was definitely interested. Before we got anywhere, though, he had to leave – something or other about some unrest because a policeman had beaten up some hybrid girl. All highly annoying, I wish people showed some more respect for others trying to run a business. [long sigh] Ah well, maybe I’ll have more luck some other time.

Still down on my luck.

I even got desperate enough to try and apply for a job in a bar, even though I’ve always hated being cooped up in one place – I much prefer to be out on the streets, where there’s life and action, and you never know who or what you’ll meet around the next corner. I imagine that working in a bar or a brothel is the same working an office job for a cop – it might make more money and be less risky, but it’s also boring.

But my money is running out fast, and when your stomach starts to pinch, you know where your priorities lie. Or at least that’s what I thought. The place turned out to be some hotel, as run down as the rest of this city. I talked to the owner, who told me that she’d only recently taken over the place and had plans to bring it back to its former glory – beats me how she’s going to do that,  short of building a new city around it.

In the end, she did offer me a job, but I declined – I might have to come back if things continue as they have been going, but for now I’ll stay on the “seedier side”, as she called it. I might have not have any class, but I’d rather walk the streets and feel alive than sit in some stuffy bar and gather dust.

I’m liking this stupid city less and less – looks like I do need a bloody license to work the streets here, I asked around some and was told MetroPol was handling that.

Of course I wasn’t so stupid as to try any official channels, but instead decided to hook up with one of the cops, saving myself a lot of cash and hassle. And it always pays off to have a good relationship with local enforcement. So I found myself a good-looking specimen (nothing wrong with having a bit of fun as well, right?) that was out on patrol and went through my paces.

And of course it all went wrong – I don’t know what was up with the guy, but I was all over him, doing pretty much everything short of undressing and masturbating on spot to draw some spark from him, but he didn’t even bat an eyelash. I guess he must have been gay, or a robot, or maybe just your typical cop with his nightstick stuck up his stuffy ass.

Did I already mention that cops are prigs? This one surely was. Lucky for me he had not just left his balls at home but his brains as well – he seemed to think I was some amateur slut that was hot on uniforms, so didn’t think to ask about any licenses. Small favours, and all that.

Where to start then…?

I guess, since I came here to make a new beginning, I might as well begin with Nomos. I washed up here after some drifting around, for reasons I don’t want to go into here. The city apparently started out as some kind of holiday resort for MetroTek miners on Phobos, but there’s not much of the glam and glitter left – these days, it’s all sluts and sleazeballs. Which makes it just the perfect place for me, right?

At least that’s what I thought, but things haven’t been going so well. Being new and clueless, I have no idea what the hip places where the johns hang out are, so I just wander the streets aimlessly, being lost most of the time.

And I ran into a couple of police preparing to take down some poor sod. They turned out the be the usual bunch of stiff-necked prigs, like cops everywhere. One of them mentioned something about me needing a license, though, which has me worried. Will have to find out more about that.

Found this thing in the trash, might as well use it to keep track of things – you never know when you might need a reminder, everyone knows how memory’s fickle and can’t be trusted and all that. So here we go… [clears throat] Dear diary… [Several seconds of giggling that are cut off abruptly]

Testing… testing… one two three… [loud sound of a finger tapping against the microphone] Is this thing even working?