Then I imagined being the prostitute in that room, about to have sex with a 15 year old, terminally ill kid. I can't imagine that person as anything other than depraved. Well, I can't imagine anything directly related to the story, since I'm the wrong sex, but I can imagine the opposite.
Somewhere there is a prostitute who might remember forever something she did in her life that was actually rewarding.
And yes, I expect to see a movie about this.
"Somewhere there is a prostitute who might remember forever something she did in her life that was actually rewarding." I think she should be encouraged to keep on giving.