Do you remember the reporter who donned knee-high boots and a miniskirt and spent a night soliciting in Oxford Road, Johannesburg?
She was rude to prospective johns – she told one man in a battered white Golf that he couldn't afford her, and asked another about his wife. After all, it was for a story.
But Janine Lazarus' brief foray into the sex-for-sale world was perhaps the least dangerous of her assignments. She was a crime reporter, and she loved it.