She hails a rickshaw. The driver, oblivious or pretending to be, navigates the chaotic traffic near Liberty Market. Sara stares out at the blur of street vendors selling mangoes and copyright goods. She thinks of the women passing on the pavements, their faces covered, their bodies cloaked in black abayas. They are protected by silence and anonymity. Sara is exposed by her performance... https://callgirlslahore.fun/