In the Spanish-Filipino culture, women generally begin losing their looks and figure by the time they're old enough to hang out in public places, earning their first significant living. Not so Loni who can tart it up with the best of 'em. In doing so, she can't resist the urge to flirt with the handsome, bearded gringos behind the service counters. Although she can't read for shit, Loni enjoys conversations about books and stuff even though she's figured out the ending before the story begins, if you get our drift. That's because Loni has confidence in her seductive capabilities, knowing that all men are pigs who want to get into her pants sooner or later, even though they pretend otherwise. Yeah, she's going to wind up fucking this guy because men are attracted to her like a silver fish to an old, rotting volume of Mark Twain.