In Paris woods, at crossroads filled, these prostitute women, often transvestites from south America, represent one of the most despicable modern slavery. For these people facing misery too soon, dealing with the question of their woman identity in a man's body, prostitution is a way of making a life; an apartment, sometimes children, a boyfriend, and a schedule similar to anyone, there's life. To these tents, or trucks, that they consider as their “office”, on the edge of the rich Parisian neighbourhoods, they give some affect, proves of their daily life in search of normality.