"Need money, need it bad," the sign reads, as a trail of young, eager flesh parades down the seedy street. Inside the dimly lit, red-walled room, the girls perform, grinding and stroking, their bodies glistening with sweat and desire. A potential client watches, his hungry gaze traveling from one ripe, young body to the next. He selects his favorites, and the real transaction begins, a dance of power and need, where money talks, and the teens listen, their bodies the currency of choice.