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Anyway, I’m thinkin’—what’s the draw? Freedom? Danger? Gets me all tingly, like when Huppert’s clutchin’ that machete—wild stuff. “I’m not leaving this place,” she growls in the flick. Prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Standin’ there, rain hittin’ ‘em, darin’ ya to judge. Surprised me once—this gal, sharp as hell, told me she paid her way through art school. Hustlin’! Who knew, right?

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