I felt pretty confident with this one. I mean, she's french, a stripper, has implants, and a tattoo on her lower back. If she's not a whore, who is? Luckily, I was right and somewhere between the money and the language barrier she surrendered faster than a wounded french soldier at lunchtime. It took all of an hour before I was excavating her throat like the pharoah's tomb. Viva la France.