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  • 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...

  • Native American Women Are Being Sold into the Sex Trade on Ships Along Lake Superior

    Native women, children, and even babies are being trafficked in the sex trade on freighters crossing the Canada-US border on Lake Superior between Thunder Bay, Ontario, and Duluth, Minnesota.

  • 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.

  • 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...

  • I'm Short, Not Stupid Presents: 'The Bowler'

    The Bowler is a short documentary directed by Sean Dunne that takes a look at Rocky Salemmo. You see him cruise through his days of knocking down pins and back room blowjobs. This guy is the definition of dirtbag, but at the same time he’s...

  • 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...

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  • 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...

  • 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...

  • 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...

  • 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...

  • Close to the Goodyear Blimp

    1986, I’m somewhere off the 110 freeway close to the Goodyear Blimp in Gardena. I’m dodging potholes, spinning yarns in my head, thinking about all the things I’m gonna be someday. I drive slowly looking for models in the shadows, but what I see is a...

  • Prostitution Should Be Legal, Right?

    We asked a bunch of Londoners if selling state-sanctioned sex services was OK.