I don't know if I should miss the days before the "camera of death"; when I could still dream about the glitz and glamour of porn... and if I hadn't met some of the women in porn - some of them actually are like purebred racing horses, except, they are bred for sex - I would by now be convinced that all is lost in porn.

I guarantee that a random lineup of individuals from the Ralph’s store on Sunset in Hollywood (unique for its bizarre mix of b-movie extras, aging hippie and flower children and aspiring actresses/models) would be less painful and more glamorous to look at then this selection. But where are pics of other attendees, like Hillary Scott?