Jameel walked slowly along Al-Madinah Road, swaying his hips more than usual and flapping his arms deliberately in what he thought was an extra sexy gesture that was sure to get the attention of prospective clients. He imagined the sidewalk to be his catwalk and he was sashaying for the crown. The temperature had gone down as winter set in, but Jameel was wearing a tight white shirt and brown and orange plaid cotton shorts that hung just below his knees. He left his jacket home because it would conceal his curves. He would rather bear the cold than look fat.