weekly , preferring to pick out her own customers , to find by eye and smell and touch the ones who will worship her as she needs to be worshiped , the ones who will let her take them all the way ... and it occurs to her now , standing and shivering on the street comer ( for the late february rains have left off , but the chill they brought with them remains ) that she has a habit as bad as that of the smack whores and the crack whores , and this distresses her , and her lips begin to move again .