Being a prostitute in Poland is tough. You know, you work day in and day out, and one day the government sends you a bill for $1,000,000 back-taxes on the, ahem, thirteen million zlotys you made fucking rich guys. There's no room for an honest entrepeneur these days. Sad, really. Part of the rub is that the fistful of zlotys was earned over the past decade or so, and she was 'unemployed' at the time, so while she was a plucky small-business operator, she failed the most important step: pay your taxes and hire a good accountant. Nothing's worse than a hooker with poor actuarial support.