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      Stories from a plethora of LA’s sex workers.

      By Scot Sothern Dec 23, 2013

      Moonstruck, 1989

      "I know a place. You can fuck me if you want, I like it better than blow jobs and I'm good at it. You have to wear a condom, I'm not putting it in my mouth or my pussy without a condom."

      By Scot Sothern Dec 23, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Nov 15, 2013

      A Picture In the Backseat

      Earlier, I got paid for a two-week gig as an optical camera operator and now my wallet is full of 20s. I take Pine Avenue up to Pacific Coast Highway and turn left toward the freeway, driving slowly, looking for subject matter.

      By Scot Sothern Nov 15, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Oct 24, 2013

      Danger Lurks Everywhere

      The street lamp is burned out, or maybe it's just not there. A friendly face, gaunt with brown starlit eyes breaks the surface of shadows and smiles at me. I toggle down my window and pull to a stop. A tall Aztec shemale on long pointy heels. "Mister Phot…

      By Scot Sothern Oct 24, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Oct 7, 2013

      You Know What

      A girl in black stretchy pants and a translucent undershirt holds her thumb in the air. She's a curly headed blonde, sinewy and angular. I pull to the curb and buzz down the window. She bends at the waist, hands on her knees, and checks me out cautiously,…

      By Scot Sothern Oct 7, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Sep 23, 2013

      Too Many Motherfuckin' Ugly People

      She's tall and solid with a Halloween afro and a leopard print mini-dress. Her name is Supreme and she climbs into my Camaro and asks if I'm looking to party. I tell her as a matter of fact I'm looking to party hearty and what's it gonna cost me for a mod…

      By Scot Sothern Sep 23, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Sep 9, 2013

      The Whore On the Floor

      In a brothel in the back of a Tijuana bar I find a room with a checkerboard floor and dead-center double-bed that looks like it was designed by Stanley Kubrick. The whore standing outside of it smiles at me. "You want pussy?"

      By Scot Sothern Sep 9, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Aug 26, 2013

      Sunset and Vine

      I see a streetwalker on the southwest corner in front of the Bank of America. She's between 30 and 60 and looks at me like I'm just another creep. It's late and there's not much traffic. I pull to the curb and zip down the window but she keeps her distanc…

      By Scot Sothern Aug 26, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Aug 12, 2013

      Nowhere All Night Long

      She has a sand and cast-iron voice. Last night, she tells me, a big mean son of a b almost raped her. She knew she shouldn't get into his car, she could feel his bad vibrations like she could smell his bad breath.

      By Scot Sothern Aug 12, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Jul 29, 2013

      East of the Promised Land

      I'm on Sunset coming from downtown, Skid Row. Across Vermont Avenue through a corridor of hospitals I stop for a red light at L. Ron Hubbard Street. The blue Scientology compound sits back a half-block from the street and the world is full of morons. At W…

      By Scot Sothern Jul 29, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Jul 15, 2013

      Fuckin' Nothing

      I'm unlocking my car door when a hooker materializes like a broken fairy princess, looking like she's been kicked to all corners of the kingdom. I smile at her but she doesn't smile back. She has a loud voice. "You lookin' for something, White Bread?"…

      By Scot Sothern Jul 15, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Jul 1, 2013

      The Royal Portrait

      When I spot the strumpet I think she's a he-she but then I see she has the kind of large overripe breasts shemales would die for. She's older than most Hollywood whores and she walks like she's wearing Versace on the red carpet. I pull to a stop and unloc…

      By Scot Sothern Jul 1, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Jun 17, 2013

      Batman with a Wistful Boner

      I take Western from it's uppermost point at Los Feliz down to Melrose then back up to Santa Monica going west to La Brea up to Sunset and back to Western where I start over. I see a girl over by the do-it-yourself car wash and I make a U-turn and ask her…

      By Scot Sothern Jun 17, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Jun 4, 2013

      Another Dumpy Motel Room

      1988. I'm alone in the night, driving slowly, when a whore materializes from a thick puff of fog. I brake and flip on my wipers and park the Camaro under a streetlamp. The whore appears at my passenger-side door and fumbles with the handle. I unlock it fr…

      By Scot Sothern Jun 4, 2013
      By Scot Sothern May 13, 2013

      Nasty All Over

      Turning onto Wilde Street from South Central Avenue, the surface is crackled like red veins across an alcoholic's nose. Only a single block long, Wilde looks nothing more than mundane in the daylight image on Google Maps, but at five AM in the dark outski…

      By Scot Sothern May 13, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Apr 29, 2013

      Goodbye, So-Long, Motherfucker

      1987. It's summertime on Victory Boulevard, 101 degrees, dry and windy. I'm in the Camaro with the air conditioner on, playing in traffic. I've got $200 and I'm on my way to buy some cocaine. At a light I see a working San Fernando Valley girl. She's got…

      By Scot Sothern Apr 29, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Apr 15, 2013

      All Alone at Four in the Morning

      I've just photographed a tall thin naked transvestite whore in a MacArthur Park motel room, and I'm in a good mood. The air is misty and cold. I'm walking the wrong way back to the car, trying to maneuver with my cane and camera down a blacktop hill past…

      By Scot Sothern Apr 15, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Apr 1, 2013

      Cats Fucking

      1988. I'm on Central Avenue about a mile south of wise decisions. A warm wind is blowing through the desert that is Los Angeles. It's 4:00 AM when I spy a skinny wreck in spike heels, short-shorts, and a halter top. She gives a wink and a wave, and I pull…

      By Scot Sothern Apr 1, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Mar 18, 2013

      It’s Only Pornography

      I pluck Havana from a gaggle of streetwalkers on Stanford Street somewhere around Pico. She tells me she's from Mexico, here in the land of opportunity to reap rewards on streets of gold. I tell her I only want to take pictures, but she has a Pavlovian re…

      By Scot Sothern Mar 18, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Mar 5, 2013

      Sticking a Used Condom to the Wall

      1989. Harbor Boulevard in Santa Ana. I've only been here twice, both times to buy drugs. I've got a premonition I'm going to find love and affection as I drive toward a group of motels near Anaheim. I know exactly what I'm looking for, and when I find her…

      By Scot Sothern Mar 5, 2013
      By Scot Sothern Feb 20, 2013

      Fuck the Police

      Four AM, Sunday morning—Saturday night for those of us still awake. At Western and Hollywood Boulevard, where a giant hot dog used to sit on top of a funky food joint and now it doesn't. I miss all the lowbrow landmarks of LA, the city I love. South on We…

      By Scot Sothern Feb 20, 2013