The ABB thugs close in as Ame dives for the end of the alley, leaving her clothes, her money, and her last john behind. She has her shoes, and she has her knife, and she has to hope that will be enough.
She'd gotten complacent, not paying as much attention as she should to where she was. The ABB seemed to think they owned the concept of prostitution in this city, and how dare she spread her legs for cash without giving them a cut? (In the sense of them cutting on her.) Fuckless fuckers.
A lean guy in the gang colors lunges at her, but she slashes with her knife, scoring a cut on his arm, and just barely manages to slip through the figurative net. Ignoring the agony in her wildly bouncing bare tits, she breaks into a full sprint.
She makes it to the street. And then there is a truck, glimpsed for an instant. Then there is pain. Then there is nothing.