Amor

A young prostitute walks through a nocturnal city with imprecise limits, perhaps Tel Aviv. She calls herself Libby, "my heart" in Hebrew. Both men and women look at her: "I'm not pretty, they slept with me," she repeats as if in a psalm or a confession, but she doesn't let herself be caught by the looks or the words. She gets in and out of cars with laconic drivers and shares moments of humor and sisterhood with other sex workers. Her life is like a dream that happens to another person, a sum of violence and a form of freedom in which she cannot be free.