A woman talks about a man. Then about another. An other this woman is also a prostitute. That man is sometimes a client. Or a brother, a neighbour, a boss, a childhood friend, a husband, a shopkeeper round the corner, a lover, a son, a passer-by. A wish to touch – delicately – this daily life behind the neon lights. Routine, tenderness, desire, wait, ordinary – something about intimacy.