PLEASE READ Girl for Sale

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I tried to write this story over and over and came to the conclusion it would be better heard from my own mouth…so here it is. Please take the time to listen…because while I have found a way out thousands of other girls are still trapped…and people need to understand the truth before real change can be made…

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15-year-old girl beaten and urinated on by Backpage pimp

Unfortunately this is so common its a call girls warped version of normal

News on Modern Day Slavery

In Minnesota 38-year-old Arteco Marvell Rhodes has been charged with the sex trafficking of a minor but that may be the least of his offenses. Investigators say that Rhodes prostituted a 15-year-old girl from Chicago on Backpage in the St. Paul area. When he picked her up from Chicago he asked her if she wanted to be part of the family to do tricks. For the uninitiated that means he wanted her to work for him as a prostitute. Rhodes is said to have had sex with her twice (child rape) and took photos of them in the act. He then turned her out on Backpage for $85 and kept all the money.

The worst part came when the girl said she didn’t want to work for Rhodes anymore. He then allegedly beat her for 3 hours including hitting her with a baseball bat and then choking her unconscious. While…

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My Prostitution Toothache

So this morning when I woke up I had an expceptionally bad toothache.  Now aside from the early morning scramble to find a tube of oragel it was a particularly stressful day because I keep replaying in my mind the scene in which the toothache began. My toothache is a direct result of an exceptionally bad injury and sustained when I was still under the control of my first pimp.  He was by far the worst of them all. Always angry and a drug problem that you wouldn’t believe. 
I can’t tell you what he was mad about that day because when I think back I never really know what he was angry about.  It was always something that pertained to me being stupid or incompetent or not good enough.
This particular day was that like every other.  I had a couple dates, made some money, and he was very very mad.  He was shouting and screaming in the face and I was trembling for my life.  If I screamed and cried it would only get worse and he would call me weak.  He was one of those people that paced he got mad so you would have to follow him from room to room.  I do not remember how the argument started but my memory starts when we were in the living room.  He was holding me by my throat, dangling me in mid air and I couldn’t breathe.  I was flailimg like a fish out of water, gagging for air.  I stopped moving and I was almost dead but he let me go just in time.  I was incredibly dizzy but he was screaming for me to get off the floor. I tried multiple times to push my body up but it was too weak and I kept slamming my head into the ground because my head would not allow me to pick it up.  He was yelling at me more because he thought I was slamming my head on purpose because he knows I had a self injury problem. I hit my head five maybe six times when I could finally get up he was still yelling and I followed him to the bathroom. When I look in the mirror I had bruises all over my forehead and they faded into bruises from a broken nose I had from the week before.  Eventually I took a roundhouse kick to the left side of my face.  My jaw snapped like a tree and my tooth cracked. Once again I fell to the floor and my face was in a searing pain. I started crying even though that’s typically not allowed in the stable. I was screaming bloody murder and he had realized what he done. I couldn’t open my mouth and my face was swollen 2 times its size. I didn’t even recognize the girl in the mirror with so many bruises. To this day my smile is still crooked but I know how big I am allowed to smile before anyone notices. Most people would be upset by being kicked in the face like this but I was relieved because once he hurts me that badly that means the argument was over. We attempted to go smoke some weed to calm down after all of this but I bit the inside of my lip and it stung to hit the bowl.  He had to hit the bowl and blow the smoke into my mouth if I wanted to get high. And I promise you this day I needed to get high. I wasn’t going to go to the hospital so we went to the mob doctor instead and he snapped my jaw back into place. It took days for the swelling to go down and I couldn’t even work. I tried to take a date once but he walked out because my face was horrible. I wasn’t worth his time or money with my disfigurement.
The cracking of my tooth went unnoticed for the most part. I knew my tooth was hurt but with the other injuries it was the least of my worries.  I walked around with my cracked tooth for 3 years and it never hurt.  About 7 months ago I bit into an apple in half of the tooth came out.  It still didnt hurt but I freaked out when I reached to the back of my mouth and half of my tooth was gone.  Over the past 7 months it is only hurt once in awhile but over the past few weeks it’s starting to catch up. I know I’ll have to go to the dentist soon and possibly have it removed to work app.  But until then I have this nasty little reminder in the back of my mouth about how disgusting this game really is.