imagine-me:

We have a dance in the brothels of Buenos Aires.

It tells the story of the prostitute and a man who falls in love with her.

First, there is desire.
Then, passion.
Then, suspicion.
Jealousy.
Anger.
Betrayal.
When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust.
Without trust, there can be no love.
Jealousy, yes, jealousy will drive you mad.