Tranny Hooker Donut Shop

 It was my first month here and was invited to a party. When I told someone where in Hollywood I lived they said, “Oh! Right near the tranny-hooker-donut shop.” I was dumbfounded and certain I misheard her. She then explained that on the corner of Santa Monica Blvd & Highland Avenue there is a donut shop that I’ve passed by several times a day, everyday since I got here (By the way – there are unexplicably hundreds of donut shops in LA. A town all about looks selling the worst thing you could ever eat). Around 10pm the clientele changes from everyday Joe’s to a hangout for the town’s tranny-hooker work force and occasionally, their pimps. On my way home, I purposely slowed down as I drove by, looked very closely and sure enough I noticed the women in this shop were muscular, hairy or just plain whore-ishly dressed people voguing in and out of the front doorway and dressing “to the left” if ya catch my drift. While the entire discovery disturbed me, I was more curious for the donut shop owner. At what point was their establishment chosen as the tranny-hooker dispatch? Were they good customers? Did they leave Lee Press-On Nails everywhere? All I know is … I’ll pass on the creme donut.