So, at this movie shoot party, I walk down from shooting a scene and there's this guy there standing looking at a modeling portfolio with beautiful pictures. I told them they looked amazing, and he said he took them. He took me down to the waterfall thingy downstairs at the movie shoot party mansion and took some really good photos of me dressed up on my phone. But anyways, so we exchange numbers and soon he invites me to another mansion to shoot at another waterfall. So I go and am greeted by some random older dude that looked familiar, he sits me down. Some famous America's Next Top Model chick comes and sits next to us and starts bragging about being an international model to him, sitting in front of an international model, me, basically seemed like she was trying to get me to brag too. Don't know why. But anyways, I don't talk to her at all and the party commences, exotic animals, huge pool, catering etc. Ended up with another kinda famous dude from the 90's hitting on me at some kindof but not really big director's house later. So the guy whose party it is gets my number and starts inviting me to lunches. The first few lunches I go to, is a couple people, then some Russian model that's staying with him, then I go and there's some super famous movie director dude that I definitely recognized but didn't know his name. They're talking about some weird shit but I don't specifically remember. Try to get me to work for then doing my side trade for wayyyy more money then I usually make. I was shocked and told them I'm not that good. Another lunch he took me to show me two mansions he was knocking down to build another one. He's making jokes about that it's my new house and introducing me to the neighbors as their new neighbor. So, the last lunch, I go and there's a few dudes there, and if I remember correctly someone said something offhand about fucking for money. Dude mentions his private jet that's almost ready, their world cruise they go on every year. I'm getting uncomfortable, so I say I have to go. I ordered a car, came back and told them I ordered a car, and all of the sudden everyone else basically scattered like roaches. They said we gotta go we gotta beat traffic! And ran out. So we hang inside while I wait for my car, and my cars keep not showing up. I literally ordered like 20 fucking cars and the security gate people kept turning them away. By the time I finally got out, he had asked something like, 'you don't want cars, private jet rides, houses, money, massages, what do you want?' All while trying to stick his tongue down my throat while I keep saying no. Yeah, I never went to lunches again.

Another time, my roommates took me to a huge director's house, we almost get run over by an erratic neighbor walking up the enormous shared driveway alley area for these mansions, and we get inside, and there's a bunch of us girls. That guy Jordan Belfort from wolf of wallstreet was there but him and most of the other people leave after like ten minutes and don't really talk to us. So then the director guy just had a couple friends and some model there he's dating. I was talking to one of his older friends who was in town from Australia. Somehow it is brought up that I don't have a car, so he offers me one, and I said no. He was fucking shocked. After a while the lights are dimmed to watch the director's new trailer and I happily got up to go to the other side of the room because this dude was creeping me out a bit even though the movie theater was basically the size of the whole wall. Biggest home movie screen I've ever seen. Then later we leave, and the dude that brought us girls there asks me specifically when we're almost alone if I want to go back that weekend, and I said no I had a job.

I've been trying to organize everything for years so people would understand, but there's just so much information. Maybe I should just keep telling y'all stories and maybe it'll stop someone from going. Even if it just stops one, it's worth it, because trust me, Hollywood is NOT worth it. It is a fucking black hole.