In the dimly lit, smoke-hazed bar, 'hoes' are plentiful, their easy smiles and open legs a silent invitation. 'Rub' against them, feel their heat, their dampness. They're uninhibited, ready to be 'ruined' in the most primal, carnal way. The bar's reputation precedes it, and the women here are no strangers to a hard, rough 'rub'.