Under the neon glow of the city lights, a young, fresh-faced girl, her eyes wide with naivety and need, stands on the corner, her body a flashing neon sign, her price tag clear. She's a teenage dream, a schoolgirl fantasy, but she's not here for dreams. She's here for cold, hard cash. Men approach, each one a potential client, each one a potential fuck. She's a whore, a streetwalker, a girl selling her body for money. But she's not just a whore. She's a survivor, a fighter, a girl who's turned her body into a weapon, a tool for survival. And she's fucking good at it.