Here's a story idea:
1994 Cuba. The days are hot, the nights are hotter. There's nothing to do, no one works, no one has any money. No one, of course, except the girls who work the Malecon bridge. Fed off of US dollars from tourists with low scruples, one lucky night can have a working girl sitting pretty for quite a long time. Heck, who knows, maybe the next young kid from Miami looking to "explore his parents' native country" might just fall in love with one of them and take her home with him.
You: A Cuban working girl with loose morals. Her background and desires can be fleshed out later.
Me: A 21-year-old guy from Miami of Cuban descent. He's visiting the island as a tourist, and looking for a good time.