"Sex workers always have one foot in a grave, in a hospital or in a prison.

Every night, before leaving home, Jessica entrusts herself to the image of the Divine Child that rests in her room. She smokes a cigarette, says goodbye to her seven little Chihuahua dogs, her mother and goes to the corner of Francisco Olagibel and Tlalpan streets, where she has been working as a sex worker for fifteen years.