Sting, The

Trix, an 18-year-old streetwalker, stands in front of a large graffiti wall marking her favourite corner. Cars and pedestrians drive by while the girl lingers. She lights a cigarette. A car drives slowly forward and a man leans out of the window. "Do you want a ride?" he asks brusquely. Trix agrees and gives her the smoke. "I look for something to last all night, " he answers coldly. He knows a good motel and they're leaving. The clerk closes his book and stares at the couple. Without saying anything, he points to a NO SOLICITING sign by his window. The clerk looks closely at the girl before he looks back at the man... quote, "Last one out"... Quote: "They disappear inside. After a few moments the office door slowly opens and the employee steps out with his field book in his hand and a gun in his pants.