"You're just a kid," the john says, his voice laced with a mix of disgust and desire. "And you're a whore," she retorts, her voice steady and sure. "But I'm a whore who knows what she wants." She wants money, sure, but she also wants the thrill of the forbidden, the danger of the unknown. She wants to feel alive, to feel something. She wants to fuck, to be fucked, to be used and abused. And she's willing to pay the price, literally, to get it.