'If you want, you can have a different piece of pussy every day. That's the true life. The other is false.' Yep, that's Hotte for you; he's actually a very sweet, mild-mannered pimp who's finally striking the medium-big time with a handful of feisty hookers, one cuter than the next; all charismatic and clever in a way society usually doesn't know how to deal with. Hotte knows: 'Easy life is hard work.' And, as he finds out, there's no falseness in true love, but a lot of true love in falseness.
Digital video-verité goes neo-Zille-esque naturalism in a world of bordellos, gambling dens and fitness studios, tacky interiors and skimpy dresses, false smiles and real asses. After all the macho banter is done, every pill and bottle has been downed, what lingers are memories of a carefree afternoon by a lake and first thoughts about old age, beer bellies and sagging tits. But, as the wise old pimp says, 'You know, life changes so that things don't get boring.'