In the dimly lit, smoky room of a Buenos Aires bar, Lunaacosta's camera captures the raw, unfiltered frustración of Argenta, a self-proclaimed 'puta' frustrated with her lack of sexual partners. Her fiery eyes, accentuated by heavy makeup, scan the room, hoping for a connection. She leans in, whispering into the camera, '¿Nadie quiere cojerme??' The air is thick with her desperation, yet tinged with a hint of humor, as she playfully teases, 'Maybe I should change my name to 'puta'?