I have to reblog this amazing post. Although I never “officially” prostituted, the same feelings of entrapment, terror, and helpless enslavement to a way of life applied to my teenage years of homelessness, mental illness, and vulnerability to sexual predators. I thank G-d every day that I never fell into the hands of a pimp the way so many trafficked girls did. I knew some of them, and somehow managed to escape every situation that could have ended me up in Stella’s horrible situation. Thank G-d, even though I was abducted several times, I always found a way out. Not by any means unscathed, but not traumatized to the catastrophic extent that so many girls and women are. I’m not normally a vindictive person, but I hope that every pimp, madam, and others who facilitate trafficking of girls, women, boys, and men, come to a suitably ugly end.

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