It's wierd that I find a hooker story such as this to be flufftacular.
Yeah, that's the general mood.

This story has Moulin Rouge written all over it. In a good way!
But ... no singing! No lovely tango scene! Those funny cartoonish guys putting on the musical aren't here! No dwarves dressed as nuns or unconscious Argentinians (or whatever he was)! (That was my favorite bit, after the tango scene: him typing and people crashing through his ceiling.)