In the grimy back alley, the teen whore stands defiant, her body a canvas of provocative tattoos and cheap, revealing clothing. A potential john pulls up, his window rolling down to reveal a well-manicured hand holding a wad of crisp bills. "How much?" he asks, his voice a low growl. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "I'm not cheap, but I'm worth every penny." He looks her up and down, a hungry glint in his eyes, and throws her a price, ready to negotiate her services.