I see.

The documentary's not a bad one.
And obviously moralistic, which is understandable somewhat.

Some vintage and rather liquid drum'n bass and some pad sounds are better than National Geographic material full of bad sound effects and pseudo storytelling, although almost anything is.

It's especially amusing to hear Rob Black in emo mode in his latest espisode, going on about how back then they had actual stars and other nostalgic shit from way back when he made millions, drove around in limousines and flashy cars and everything in porn was good and healthy.

"Her education starts here." - 25:22 [from above]

That's Dick Nasty importing a British whore to check out what fluffers do on a Rob Black gang bang set.

While at the start of her journey as an imported good she doesn't consider herself capable to do the job, at the very beginning she signs up for most of what usually happens in one as the main fuck meat (porn star). The two points in time are at the start and the end of behavioural modification therapy, more or less.

The sparse commentary suggests the pop analysis cliché of rejection by her father and seeking public revenge for it as the cause for a dislocation of her self and her being.
Maybe, maybe not. Maybe irrelevant.