It's pure genius, too bad the rest of the film doesn't quite live up to this setup.

As soon as the final notes of "Neon Slime" fade out, the movie jumps to a very confusing and unnecessary scene. Princess is at home with her toddler daughter, when there is a knock at the door. Another woman has arrived but the dialogue is mumbled and incoherent, so I am not sure who she is exactly. She is here to escort the young girl to her grandmother's, it seems.

"Love for sale, appetizing young love for sale." Who's prepared to pay the price?

Once the stranger and the little girl are sent away, Princess ducks into the bus station restroom and tarts herself up. She's transformed herself from modest mother to full-blown whore. The night is young and she's got tricks to turn. Her first john of the night turns out to be an undercover cop. But Princess is a clever girl, she makes him right away, and tells him to get lost, leading to this primo exchange:

"Do I look like a cop?" he asks.

"Does a teddy bear have cotton balls?" she retorts.

Meanwhile prostitute Ginger, played by MTV VJ Nina Blackwood, has decided to break away from her pimp. Unfortunately he's a guy named Ramrod, a psychotic cowboy who gets off on mutilating women. He tracks her down and does quite a number on her with a bent up coathanger. One minute you're airing Dexy's Midnight Runners videos, the next you're having your snatch whipped to shreds by Wings Hauser.

But it's not all depravity on the streets of Hollywood, not entirely. Detective Walsh is on the scene. He's a veteran vice squad officer, and tonight he's taking his new partner out for his first bust. His partner is pretty excited too, as he's been itching to try out the Jamaican accent he's been working on. Somehow their first mark falls for it, despite the accent being pretty weak, on top of the guy having braids and listening to jazz. He was about as far from a Rastafarian as an Inuit Eskimo.

While booking the woman down at headquarters we witness one of the most bizarre moments in the entire film. For no apparent reason, one of the detectives starts screaming, I mean really just ranting, about how there are "no motherfuckin' paperclips" anywhere. This lasts a full minute. Then he disappears, never to be seen again. I just sat there scratching my head, thinking, wow, I could really fall in love with this movie.

But Walsh must leave the cross-dressers and teenage junkies behind as he is summoned to the ICU. Ginger is in pretty bad shape and Walsh wants her to identify Ramrod as her assailant. She refuses, instead saying only "he loves me" before giving up the ghost. Walsh moves on to Plan B: enlisting Princess to help bust Ramrod. It's a subtle move on his part, him practically rubbing Princess' face into Ginger's bloody corpse until she relents to help him.

"The cops and queers make good looking models."

Princess agrees to wear a wire, laying a trap for Ramrod. The sting operation manages to catch Ramrod admitting to… well, nothing really. Nonetheless Ramrod is arrested. Princess has done her civic duty, and can hold her head high. Unless she's sucking some guy's cock in the front seat of his car for thirty bucks. Otherwise…

But before Ramrod can be locked up, he escapes, and is intent on revenge. So now the cops must find Ramrod before he finds Princess. The movie pretty much blows from this point on, as it devolves into a run-of-the-mill cop movie.

Sure, there are a few interesting moments, like Princess' dates with the toe sucker, or the necrophiliac. Or Ramrod cutting the balls off Fred "Rerun" Berry. Or the vice cops rousting pimps all over town. If the film had just stayed the course showing twisted little vignettes in the lives of pimps, whores and vice cops, this film may have been quite a gem.

Instead we get the whole gamut of cop movie clichés. And if there's one thing a movie about pimps and whores doesn't need, it's a fucking chase scene.