What do you think of my writing so far?

In the night- time the street is lit by a neon glare; it’s cold out. In these parts of the city strange- looking women lurk the streets, posing for passing cars. They must be cold standing out there dressed like that, but I won’t take them home; women like that aren’t for trusting. Just see the way the stare, feels like they’re staring right at my soul; they want to climb inside my car and take it. No time to pause and ponder, I’m chasing through the city like a lion straight out of the jungle; the moon is bouncing off the hood of my car like a basketball. I start to slow up as I clock the lights changing. As the momentum drops, my stomach sinks and the red- light burns me awake with tiredness. A gentle breeze is flowing into my car, crisp and cold. I cruise up to the lights, light up a cigarette.