T.T. Boy is willing to go halfway to the end of the world looking for ho's though I can't imagine why, as none of them appear to like to fuck. The search for hookers starts in the Valley, where, for $300, a young woman will dance on a motel bed, and then let herself get fucked. In Inglewood, all it takes is $50 (though you don't get a dance). I don't know if T.T. finally got bored with such hookers, but the next thing you know, he's in Hawaii, cruising with friends at five in the morning.
Directed by T.T. Boy
