Karl Self ... but you can't get the honky tonk out of the girl. This old adage comes true in this documentary which offers unusual access to the private life of a Romanian prostitute in Amsterdam. She has moved on from doing "regular" tricks to, erm, apparently fisting her submissive male clients, for which she assures us in very broken English it's preferable to use plastic gloves for hygienic reasons. Glad she got that straight. Apart from the punters, she has two men in her life: an elderly father figure type and a prospective husband. Both are straightlaced and nice and slightly creepy, but no match for the enterprising Lina. She might have seen like a hooker with a heart to them, to me she came across more like a dip-dyed praying mantis. If you're looking for a hooker with a heart of gold, check out "Pretty Woman" instead.