It's a simple enough transaction.
Marisol needs the money, and I need a nice girl to parade in front of the cameras.
No feelings. No strings. No falling for anyone. I've been clean for months, but my record company's not satisfied. Apparently it isn't enough to only kick a heroin addiction - they're insisting that I find a girlfriend as well. If I don't, they pull Dirtshine's massive record deal. It's...