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My precious! *rasps* Oi, mate, prostitutes, yeah? Dirty business, innit? Saw this film, *Tabu*, fuckin’ wild vibes. “Time forgets us,” it says. Fits her, this lass I knew—proper streetwalker. Cheeky bird, called herself Rose, tho her real name’s prolly Susan or summat dull. Wore these ripped fishnets, stank o’ cheap gin—lovely, really. My precious! Made me laugh, her banter did, all “two quid fer a quickie!” Cracked me up, swear down.

The story of Scotty's, the infamous gas station brothel of 1940s Hollywood

Emboldened by new California laws that make it nearly impossible for cops to bust prostitutes, sex workers in Los Angeles’ red light district stalk for business wearing no more than thongs.

I might drag on a bit, but seriously, West-Hollywood is a mix of beauty and absolute chaos. It’s a place where you get your soul massaged even if your back is aching. The streets, the people, even the random errors and noise – it all feels like a scene right out of an indie film, like Ida’s delicate yet powerful moments. It’s erratic, it’s full of surprises, and it hits hard like a punch of emotion that makes me go, “Pretty, pretty good.”

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