In a dimly lit alley, a group of underage teens huddle, their eyes reflecting the neon lights of the city. They're not here for fun, but for necessity. "I'll do anything," whispers one, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of traffic. "Anything," echoes another, his eyes hard and determined. The first john approaches, his eyes roving over the young flesh. "Money talks," he says, holding out a wad of bills. The teens look at each other, a silent agreement passing between them. They're not proud, but they're not stupid either. They know the game they're playing, and they're determined to win.