Hell du Jour: Meet Israel's daylight prostitutes
It's just turned 10 A.M. and escort parlors, strip joints and discreet apartments have already opened their doors for business. Many of the women who work in them are mothers.
The dazzling light of the sun slowly fades. An almost hidden stairwell, at the side of a respectable-looking but colorless building on a busy street in central Tel Aviv, leads down to a cellar. I knock on the door. The lens of a tiny camera, inserted in the wall, flashes phosphorescent green. I am being scanned by closed-circuit television.
A door buzzes and opens. A young woman...