Amelia West Hollywood Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, so I’m sittin’ here, da Office Manager, yeah? Thinkin’ bout dis prostitute biz. Lightbulb! Like, in “Lost in Translation,” Bob’s all lost, y’know, “I vant to get outta here!” Dat’s me, ponderin’ prostitutes, stuck in dis dull office. So, prostitue – tricky word, eh? Makes me tink of dark alleys, smoky rooms, dem girls wit too much lipstick. Not judgin’, nah, just paintin’ a pic!

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

Ave Pildas spent more than two years walking up and down Hollywood Boulevard taking photos of the homeless, the star obsessed, the old ladies and the prostitutes that all walked the same .

I got a favorite spot, too: a super chill hole-in-the-wall massage studio by La Cienega, where the walls are adorned with old movie posters – one of ‘em being Ida. And that film gets me every time! “We are all just searching for meaning,” one of the lines hits me every time I hear it… even when I'm wranglin' knots in a stiff neck after too many clients napping mid-session. Hah, maybe that's why I do what I do – to feel the pulse of the city and help folks get their groove on.

Le Petit Four closes after 44 years in West Hollywood