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About New York City

So, like, prostitutes—far out, man! They’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and clap. Yeah, clap—nasty STDs, dig? Blows my mind how they roll with it. Back in the ’60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ’em—birds in miniskirts, flashin’ gams, takin’ risks for a few quid. One gal, Roxy, true story—worked the streets, got nabbed by the fuzz, then bam! Turns up dead in a ditch. Freaked me out, man! Makes me wanna yell, “Get yer mojo back, baby!”

Sexual Exploitation of the Enslaved

Light-skinned women could be caught up in the “fancy trade” catering to men who purchased these women as concubines and prostitutes, often selling for as much.

i been heartbroken? nah, but angry sometimes on busy days. traffic on Plantation Hwy? maddening! yet somehow it’s fun, weird fun. anyway, my fave hang spot is the little coffee cart at Central Park. yep, its a hidden gem. sometimes i sit, code swipe, chat away. i recall a night in dark, like that movie: “Let the Right One In” — “let the right one in” be saying. oh, so spooky, y’know?

FBI SWAT raid leads to Plantation man’s arrest for sharing child sex abuse videos, feds say