A roving camera crew, doing a documentary on peeping toms, haunt garbage-strewn back alleyways. They interview a variety of degenerates (who look a little like Johnny Legend) The first lunk is outfitted in a tattered straw hat, trenchcoat and huge

Lilly Foster, a long-stemmed beauty with a big pouty mouth and tanned, caramel skin, heats up the screen as Liz, a tinseltown hooker. When we meet her she has a dog collar around her throat and is being led around on a leash by a burly brute who