Trashy beauty queens adorn the billboards, whoring themselves in low cut tops to sell the trash heap materialistic dream. A bit of pout here, a lot of cleavage there and the latest car, jewellery or fashion accessory is sold to the highest bidder with the weakest will. And beneath the billboard, the rush hour traffic winds its way through the evening pollution. What’s your poison – exhaust fumes or low cut, pouty-mouth seduction?