Carol Gold, the master of public exhibitionism, struts her stuff on a bustling city street. She's dressed to kill in a revealing outfit, her every movement drawing eyes. She poles dance near a construction site, the workers whistling and catcalling. She grinds against the pole, her hips undulating, her body a fluid, erotic line. She leans back, her hair cascading over the edge of the pole, her eyes locked onto a captivated construction worker. She unbuttons her shirt, revealing more of her ample cleavage, her body language screaming 'take me'.