Karl Morino wants desperately to be the equivalent of a Noir Beat Poet who shoots porn. Transitional segments feature his sweaty, disheveled face looking world-weary as he whispers about the depraved urges that drive men and women to exchange sex for money.
Toward that end, viewers watch as call girls change their clothes in drug stores before introducing married couples to the joys of professional threeways, have sex with crooked cops, fuck in limousines, shoot heroin in coin-op laundry bathrooms and turn tricks in cheap motels. Presumably as a public service, Morino clues viewers into a secret most legitimate massage therapists might dispute: that for a generous tip, they'll come to your house and give you the same full release/full body contact massage that the girls down at the massage parlor specialize in.
DVD viewers get a clever tabloid-inspired menu system, cast list for each scene, a decent set of stills and some bonus solo footage.