"How much for a ride?" The camera zooms in on a young, fresh-faced teen, her eyes already old with the weight of her circumstances. "Fifty," she replies, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. The negotiation is quick, brutal. The camera follows her as she leads her client to a grimy room, the smell of sex and despair hanging heavy in the air. She takes his money, counts it, then begins to undress, her movements mechanical. The scene unfolds, a dance of desperation and need, as the teen whore barters her body for cash, captured on tape for eternity.