"How much?" the older teen asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fifty each," the john replies, his eyes roving over their young, firm bodies. They hesitate, then nod, their innocence fading as they strip bare, revealing smooth skin and perky breasts. He pays them, the crumpled bills a stark contrast to their purity. They take turns pleasing him, their inexperience clear but their enthusiasm palpable. They're learning, their bodies adjusting to the unfamiliar sensations. It's raw, it's real, and it's a stark reminder of the price of survival on the streets.